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The Invited | Pairing Lucien Flores X Fem!Reader

Summary: Lucien Flores is invited back into your life in a very unexpected way, at a very bad time – what are you going to do about it?

Warnings: Borderline abusive, controlling relationship (not with Lucien). Like literally, we hate the reader’s fiancé. No, I’m serious, read this one with caution, there are heavy undertones of the reader’s fiancé being controlling and generally not a nice guy, no matter how much he tries to play the part. Implied infidelity. Heavy flirting, heavy tension. Religious undertones. Alcohol. References to Lucien being a playboy. References to wealth, art, and money. General Hollywood/California vibes. This one will have a happy ending. No use of daddy, no use of Y/N. This is gonna have some filthy fucking smut, hand to my heart.

Part 1 W/C: ~3.5K

A/N: Just, yeah…yep. I am as horny for him as you all are (like what the actual fuck). This story will continue as I learn more about Lucien and his character. P.S. Sorry if you got double-tagged, I accidentally deleted the whole fic so I had to repost.

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It started with one look, as many things do.

Initially, it was all just innocent glances across a crowded room, perfunctory nods, and polite whispered hellos in shared spaces. It didn’t take long for it to turn into more than that; that’s just who he is and the effect he has. You can’t say you didn’t hear the rumors, heed the warnings through the grapevines of the limitless supply of women who came before you, but listening never was your strongest skill.

The only girls you know who listen are strapped to a church pew, on their knees, and for what? Salvation? At least you know the pleasure of worshiping at the altar of a man who promises he’ll make you see god, a man who follows through on his word, no questions or fuck-all commandments required.

Or at least you did.

Maroon 5 said it best, even the sun sets in paradise.

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As you stand by your bedroom window, the last rays of sunlight paint the room in a warm, golden hue, casting elongated shadows across the minimalist decor. The gentle breeze from the Santa Ana winds whispers through the trees outside, carrying with it a sense of anticipation – dread – for the night ahead. You hate these things, but schmoozing is part of the role you have to play, just one of the many rules he’s slowly but surely made sure you follow. The good girl he’s made you become.

Focusing on fastening the back of your earrings, you watch the sun dip below the horizon, a silent witness to the transition from day to night – light to dark – although things don’t feel that light these days.

"There she is," comes a familiar voice from behind you, causing you to turn and find him leaning casually against the door frame. His presence brings a sense of unease, a reminder of the doubts that linger beneath the surface.

A forced smile plays on his lips as his eyes trail over you, his gaze filled with a familiarity that feels suffocating rather than comforting. "You look beautiful," he murmurs, you wonder if he believes it or if he’s just saying it to say it.

Most of the time, his admiration feels hollow, a facade that fails to mask the cracks in your relationship. In his eyes, you see reflections of expectations and obligations, a reminder of the compromises you've made at the expense of your happiness. It wasn’t always this way, especially in not while you were just dating, but things quickly shifted once you said yes.

You turn your attention back to the vanity in front of you and slip one final detail – your engagement ring.

“Thanks. Ready?” You ask, feigning excitement as you glide across the room, wrapping your arm around his. You can tell from the way he looks at you that he has something to say, something to critique, but he remains silent.

You descend the steps in the grand foyer as it welcomes guests with its opulent charm, bathed in the soft, flickering light of countless candles. The air carries the delicate fragrance of freshly cut flowers, mingling with the subtle scent of expensive perfumes and cigars. The walls boast exquisite paintings and sculptures, each hand-picked, and sourced from all corners of the globe – a deliberate show of wealth.

As you step into the room, conversations swirl around you, punctuated by the clinking of champagne glasses and bursts of laughter. You observe the guests, their designer attire and dazzling jewelry all but scream like me, I’m rich. Among them, art connoisseurs and collectors engage in lively discussions about the latest exhibitions and acquisitions. Directors, models, and Hollywood elites mingle effortlessly, their conversations flowing freely.

You're well aware that in L.A., half of the business dealings often occur in the shadowy corners of closed-door meetings, or in the expanse of lavish parties like this. It’s a city where nepotism runs rampant and connections are king. It's a city where who you know can often be more important than what you know, and navigating the intricate web of relationships is a skill in itself.

Dressed in an elegant gown, silky and yellow, your neck frosted in diamonds that shimmer like the stars above, you glide through the crowd with a grace that contradicts your inner turmoil. You’re good at this part, faking it, blending in. You might have grown up with this, but you never really felt like you belonged. It’s sort of strange to be surrounded by a sea of people, all while feeling like you’re stranded alone on a remote island.

As you exchange polite pleasantries and forced smiles, a nagging doubt creeps into your mind. Are you even meant to fit in with this crowd? Lord knows you wouldn’t be if you had anything to say about it, but being the daughter of a politician is a special kind of hell. We all have to make sacrifices. And you have – a lifetime of them. Sometimes, you can't help but long for simpler pleasures – a quiet Saturday night with frozen pizza, a bottle of wine, and a comforting movie. Fuck, you can’t even remember the last time you went out with friends, drank too much tequila, and flirted in innocent fun, or the last time you dipped your hand below the waistband of your panties without the fear of being caught.

Sipping your champagne, you endure a rather tedious conversation between the CEO of a tech startup and a broker. It doesn’t take long for the sensation of boredom to settle in, mingling with a growing sense of disillusionment. A dull pain throbs in your feet from the pressure of your heels. Their voices start to fade into the distance as you zone out, feeling increasingly disconnected from the authenticity you crave.

You decide you need a break, some fresh air. They’re not even listening to you; you're not even sure if they notice you're here or not. But still, forever polite, you excuse yourself anyway and make your way across the room, weaving through the crowd of suits and couture. You’re not thinking about anything except getting the hell out of here until you hear your name called behind you.

It’s a voice you’d recognize anywhere, in any lifetime, in any place. You stop in your tracks and look over your shoulder.

“Hi,” he says.

What the fuck? You’re sure you must actually be drunk now, or so bored that you’re delusional brain is conjuring him up. You don’t say anything in return, you just stand there. The room slows around you, bodies pause mid-motion, and your world goes silent.

“Been a long time,” he casually says, lifting the glass to his lips, eyes intent on yours.

His words, the low rasp of them, snap you back to reality.

“Lucien – wha, what are you doing here?”

“I was invited.”

You barely hear his response. Fuck, he looks so good. Handsome as you remember him, all salt and pepper curls, dark facial hair, and broad shoulders. He’s clad in dark jeans, and a colorful silk shirt, the buttons at the top undone, giving just the slightest glimpse of his sun-kissed skin and the chains that rest there.

Arousal pools in your belly, thick and heavy, a feeling that you haven’t felt in years. Not since him.

"Invited, by who?" you ask, your voice laced with challenge. He takes a deliberate step closer, his presence enveloping you in a heady mix of desire and tension. The air around him is thick with the sticky-sweet smell of cigarettes and the woody notes of his cologne. He smells good.

He's close now, close enough to send a shiver down your spine. You tilt your head back to meet his gaze, feeling the heat of his breath against your skin. Shit, those brown eyes. Your pulse quickens as his large palm closes around the back of your left arm, the touch sending electric sparks through your body. It's a soft but firm grip, possessive and confident.

As he trails his palm down the length of your arm, you hold your breath. He stops once your hand is gently balanced in his, and you feel his fingers brush against the cool metal of your engagement ring. Glancing around the room for a brief moment to make sure nobody’s watching, he dunks his head, and whispers in your ear, his lips so close that you think he might kiss your neck.

“I think you already know the answer to that, sweetheart.”

What.

He places a soft, innocent kiss on your cheek as he retreats and takes a step back. You don’t miss the way his eyes trail over your body, lingering for a moment too long on your collarbones. The muscles in his jaw tighten, and he gives you a polite nod, before stepping away, slipping into the crowd, leaving you woozy and confused.

What the fuck does that even mean?

As you internally grapple with what the hell just happened, your fiancé finds you in the crowd, possessively trails his hand along your waistline, and plants a wet, rather drunk, kiss on your lips.

“What did he want?” he asks, harshly.

“Nothing, just saying thanks for the invite,” you respond, hoping he can’t sense your lie. Hoping he falls for your trap.

“If you’re lying to me sweet pea, that’s gonna be a real problem.”

“I’m not.”

Shit. Shit. Shit.

“So why do you look so flustered, huh?”

“You know how I get when I drink champagne,” you retort, playing up your innocence.

“Right, well you better pull it together, can’t have my girl sloppy,” he warns, his voice a little slurry himself, his balance unsteady as he takes another sip. He’s moved on from champagne to whiskey. A bad combination, a dangerous one.

“You know the only reason I invited him tonight was that I think it’s an important lesson for you –”

You interrupt, “YOU invited him?”, your voice clear and stark. The truth hits you like a freight train. You want to cry, throw up and scream all at the same time.

“Of course. Listen, baby, I know you went through your slutty phase, but look how far you’ve come.. look how much I’ve helped you grow,” he slurs, “men like that, don’t deserve women like you.”

And there it is – the truth.

Your blood hits a boiling point. You give him a death glare, but he doesn’t seem to notice before he’s quickly moving on.

“Come on, baby.” I’m not your baby, not anymore, haven’t been for a long time.

“I’d like to introduce you to some people,” he says, grabbing a fresh glass off of the passed tray, and handing it to you with a little too much thrust, enough for a few drops of it to spill over onto the silk of your dress. Your fingers grip around it and you follow his lead, despite the bitterness you feel. Ugh. Why is it so easy for you to fall into line now? Secretly, you hope the dull burn of the alcohol will distract you – calm you – make you forget.

You’re drunk, aroused, mad, and confused, and on top of it all, you’re fading in and out of the dull conversation your fiancé has you engaged in, or rather than listening to. Not like he lets you get a word in, anyway. You scan the room looking for him whenever you get the chance, trying not to be too obvious. You finally spot him in the corner and try to ignore the magnetic pull that lassos around you once you do. He’s talking to a model, because of course he is. Is he intentionally trying to make you jealous? Or is he just being his usual fuck boy self?

You chug what must be your sixth glass of champagne to forget the bitter memory of the last time you saw him – when he told you that you should just keep things casual, that he couldn’t handle the pressure of being with the daughter of a politician, that he would never measure up, and that this was just temporary, just sex.

It wasn’t, and you know it. You know he knows it.

But fuck it –

If he wants to play games, you can play games. You’re the one who’s engaged, this is your house, your space. You’ll show him what he’s missing.

With that in mind, your personality shifts a bit, part in courtesy of the alcohol, part because of your rage. You do your best to intentionally play up your happiness in a room full of strangers, show him that he doesn’t affect you. Show him that he doesn’t matter, that he never did. You cling tight to the arm of your fiancé, being sure to pull out your best doe eyes, your innocent fuck me eyes that you know men can hardly resist. The eyes you know that drive him wild.

But there’s no point, he sees right through it.

Shit.

He knows you too well, better than all the rest. You let your guard down with him, trusted him, and now he knows all the signs – all the tells – he knows where your heart and mind truly rest, probably before you even do.

Shove it down. Shove it down. He doesn’t matter. You are engaged. This is the life you want.

It’s not.

You watch through the corner of your eye as he excuses himself from the conversation with the model and walks through the crowd, intentionally finding your eyes as he does. He slips up the stairs, away from public view.

Ignore him. Ignore him. Ignore him.

You can’t. You know you can’t.

Before you can even register what’s happening, you’re stepping out of the conversation you were never really in, letting your instincts guide you. You lift the hem of your dress, your heels teetering slightly as you make your way through the bustling, suffocating room.

Each step up the stairs is a battle between your mind and your heart, your brain screaming warnings while your emotions, your arousal, tug you forward. It’s always been this way – a magnetic pull, an invisible force drawing you in to him like a moth to a flame.

This is a mistake.

Don't do this.

Do this.

You want this.

You're engaged.

Stop thinking.

Climbing the final stairs, your heart pounding in your chest, you surrender to the emotions swirling inside you. Your brain protests, but your heart has already made its decision.

"Luci—" you timidly call out, but before you can finish, he reaches out in the darkness and pulls you into his chest. You let out a little oof of surprise, but soon find yourself settling into the embrace, his warmth enveloping you as his hips press tightly against yours.

He doesn't utter a word, simply holding you close, his body a comforting anchor in the dimly lit hallway. His hand rests at your waist, the other gently cradling the swell of your cheek as he gazes down at you. Despite the darkness obscuring your features, you can sense him drinking in every detail, every curve, the small details you’re not sure anyone notices anymore. He’s looking at you like he always has, like you’re the main character in every story he’s ever cared to read.

With a tighter grip, he guides you further down the hallway, away from the prying eyes at the top of the staircase. Your back eventually meets the cool surface of the wall, and he pauses there, his presence dominating the space, sucking up the air around you. His grip on your waist remains firm, as if he knows exactly what he wants and how to get it.

Under his touch, you feel yourself melting, surrendering to the intensity that is the two of you. There's a confidence in his demeanor, a certainty that courses through you. A live wire of energy that you’ve never felt with anyone but him. He knows exactly how to read you, how to anticipate your every desire, and you find yourself powerless to resist.

You’re suddenly acutely aware of the ring on your finger, and before you can protest, he’s already speaking.

“He’s not the man you think he is, sweetheart.” His words pierce you like a knife.

You don’t respond. What can you even say? He can already see your truth, your reality, written plainly across your face. He searches your face for hesitation, any sign that he’s crossed a line.

“Can I kiss you?” he asks, and you can only nod. Yes, please.

This isn’t normal, this isn’t a thing that people frequently experience – it’s wrong, you’re engaged. Even if your fiancé is a grade-A asshole, you can still maintain your morals.

But the thing is – there’s something so electric about the two of you together, an undeniable force, a promise written into stone long before you even realized it.

The combination of your bodies, two halves of a whole, is the only excuse you can muster for why you’ve found yourself in your current predicament – pressed up against a wall, his broad frame pinning you into place, the weight of his gaze like a flame threatening to swallow you whole, turn you into ashes.

Even though it’s been years since he’s pressed his lips against yours, the weight of the pretty little rock on your left finger fades into distant memory, and he pulls you back to a different reality.

A reality where nothing else exists, a reality where your timelines converge, a reality hand-sculpted just for the two of you. One where he didn’t fuck up, the one with the happily ever after.

With your lips connected, it’s easy to let your mind fall silent.

And when he breaks for a bit of breath, your eyes connect once more and you can’t help the thought that crosses your mind.

What a pleasure it is to burn.

His hand finds its way to your thigh, and his fingers make their way to where you so desperately need them to be. Nipping at your neck, he whispers sweet praises into your ear, each word sending sparks of arousal that dance along your skin. It's carnal, primal, an undeniable biological reaction that leaves you practically dripping for him.

"You know me, better than anybody," he rasps against your skin, his words a seductive promise of something more. Planting a soft kiss on your collarbone, he leaves you reeling with need.

But just as you're about to respond, the telltale sound of creaking wood and heavy footsteps echo up the stairs, accompanied by the call of your name. Panic floods your senses as you realize who it is.

Fuck, shit – no, god damn it.

Lucien quickly steps away from you, and sneaks off into the bedroom adjacent to the hall.

Your fiancé appears at the top of the steps, his gaze sharp and knowing, as if he can sense the tension in the air. In that moment, you know you can't keep hiding, can't keep pretending that everything is fine.

“What are you doing up here?”

Fuck it, be bold.

“We need to talk.”

TO BE CONTINUED

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sillyblues · 1 year

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the ocean and the wind. (1)

ੈ✩‧₊˚ synopsis: tonowari is the ocean and ronal is the wind. where does it leave you?

ੈ✩‧₊˚ notes: hihi! welcome to my first fic ever I’m so excited!! this is a short series ft. tonowari and ronal x you but this part particularly focuses on your history with tonowari. we’ll meet ronal next real soon and i can’t wait for that. i hope you guys enjoy this and see you soon!! also hi if some of you came across this before, i actually reposted this to a new account so that i can interact with y'all hehe

part 1 (here!) ✩ part 2 ✩ part 3 ✩ part 4 ✩ part 5 ✩ part 6 ✩ part 7 (final part)

Tonowari was like the ocean. Like the Way of the Water your Sa’nok has taught you multiple times, your memories of him had no beginning. You cannot remember how you first met or how you came to be friends. To you, he was always there beside you. Something that astonished you to this day, was a miracle that he had the patience for a wild child like you. From your blurry lines of childhood when he was still an heir until your adulthood when he has become an Olo’eyktan, he was still with you.

He is as gentle as the sea’s soft waves hitting your feet on a fine day, you noticed one day out of the blue when you were younger. As an heir to the position of Olo’eyktan, he was busy with his responsibilities early on. Every day, his early mornings would be filled with studies as his father would teach him the basics of his duties and his mother would teach him the basics of healing. At first, it made you happy for him. He, an Olo’eyktan heir, was finally starting his studies and it would be soon until he becomes one.

“That’s wonderful news, Tonowari!” You say as you hugged him tightly when you first heard the news. He returned the hug with a chuckle. You pull back quickly and looked at him with wonder and excitement in your eyes.

“I am so happy for you!”

“I am glad to hear that,” He raised a smile, almost in relief at your words. “I thought you would be opposed to it since we would be spending time less.”

“Why would I? You would soon become an Olo’eyktan, the one who will lead and guide our people. It brings me great honour and pride to have my friend as the Olo’eyktan.” You scoffed lightly at his words.“No distance or time would change our friendship. Besides, I will have special rights in the future, no?”

He laughed joyously, his eyes closing for a brief moment before looking at your eyes so deeply. He wrapped his arm around you and rested his forehead against yours. “I hold no promises.”

You giggled. You squeezed his arm thrice.

“I see you, Tonowari.”

“I see you, [Name].”

Months passed by, and you two settled into a rhythm of your own. Him with his duties and you with your own. It was not long after Tonowari’s start of education that you had begun yours as well. Your Sa’nok saw your talent in arts, you had picked up weaving as a hobby after seeing her weave clothes for you and your father after a few times. You always sang and hum under your breath the songs of Eywa and the people. You found joy in dancing with the others. You never noticed these things about yourself but you were happy it did because if it didn't, perhaps you would have felt lonely. With nothing to do and with no one to be with.

You would never dare to admit this out loud, but without Tonowari, you did feel a bit lonely. You had made new friends as you were taught the arts of your clan with other students as well, but Tonowari is a different type of friend, you think. There is a difference between a day without him and a day without them, more so days without him and just a night without them as you would see your new friends the next morning, anyway.

It was not like meetings between you two have become rare, but it was less than it used to be. Your eyes would meet each other's sometimes if luck would be on your side and your lessons would be shared, but even then, you two can only smile and wave for a bit as the teachers stop for no one.

You did not like this lonely feeling. There is a certain ache in your little heart whenever you think about him and you did not like it at all. You are happy for both on your journeys to become who you wanted to be but you are not happy with the distance and the time you thought it would not affect your friendship. Did it affect only you? Were you the only one who wishes for more time between you two? To be beside one another once more?

You are suddenly reminded of your lessons.

“Everything belongs to Eywa. There is nothing that belongs to us for we only take what is given to us by the Great Mother. We are only lent Her divine creations. Borrowed.” Your teacher once said. “Selfishness is to take what is not yours. Greedy is to want beyond what is borrowed to you from Eywa.”

“Selfishness and greed corrupt your essences. It is not right to be this way towards our Great Mother for her gifts to us, which is why we must…?” He trailed off to let you and the other students finish his sentence.

“Always be grateful and thankful to Mother Eywa!”

You have done the opposite of what must be done.

Selfish. So selfish. When had you become so greedy? Shame filled your core but it did not erase the longing for him. You are horrified by this feeling. You did not want anyone to know. You dare not tell your mother and father about this, for fear of disappointing them or raising such a self-absorbed child. And you swore to yourself not to tell Tonowari especially because you knew him, perhaps he would not see you as egoistic as you are but he would be burdened with your useless wants.

In shame, you tried getting him out of your mind by focusing more on your studies. You spent more time with your friends, giggling with one another as you talked about whatever came to mind. You spent more time with your family, hearing your mother's boasts about you to your father while she tends his wounds after a successful hunt. You would then hear your father's childish cries as he clings onto to mother and you.

As you have grown closer with others, you have grown distant from him. Days turned into weeks of your successful avoidance. You have seen his figure here and there, but a glimpse of him is enough for you to turn away. In communal activities, you enter last as you begged your family to enter late. You stay the farthest away from him and stay with your other friends and family instead. The ache in your heart comes back stronger as you ignore his hot-pleading and concerned gazes and attempts to go near you before you leave each time.

Oh, Eywa, you begged, I am so sorry. Please forgive my thoughts and the ugliness I have borne in my soul.

Please let him know nothing of this.

Please do not let him see me.

It was early morning and you stood alone not too far from your clan in the sea with your feet touching its water. The sun had not risen yet so not many had woken up yet, allowing you to be alone. You did not like being lonely but here you are, awake in the early hours just so you could be by yourself.

You tried to focus on the ocean. You closed your eyes and felt the soft waves hitting your toes, almost caressing them but you are reminded of Tonowari’s soft touches, his gentle pats on your back as he comforts you, on your shoulder as he tries to bring you back to reality, and on your head just because. You tried to think about the warmth of the water, but you are reminded of Tonowari’s warmth instead as he hugs and cuddles with you, as he holds your hand in your adventures, and as he simply stays right beside you.

You snap your eyes back open in a panic. Oh. Oh no.

You felt a touch on your shoulder and you whipped your head around as you breathe in a gasp. There, you found the subject of your shame. Your selfishness. Your horror. You immediately took a step back and further into the ocean, but Tonowari did not let you escape him as he quickly grabbed your arm. His beautiful pale blue eyes which were always soft like he was incapable of glaring stared deeply into yours. You look away in fear of seeing him. You did not want to know what he think of you so you looked away just as you have always done.

“[Name].” Not once have you forgotten his voice that was neither too soft nor too stern. It was just right as he conversed among the people of your clan. His voice was smooth enough for the people to easily approach him for anything be it troubles they faced or simple light conversation about their days. But now, it is low and thick full of shaky emotions you do not want to know hidden in his clear tone.

“Tonowari. Please, let go of me–”

“No. Not until you tell me the reason for your hatred towards me.” Hatred? What on earth was he saying? You turned your head and looked at him in disbelief.

“What? I do not hate you, Tonowari.” You say.

“Lies. You are angry with me. You do not want to see me anymore. You do not want to be with me.” There is hurt in his voice. In just a few words, the defences you built carefully to shield yourself away from him had shattered. What was supposed to be anger, there is only pain and the same longing you have for him.

“I do, Tonowari! I want to be with you badly! Eywa knows how much I missed you so deeply.” Your outburst surprised him greatly, seeing his eyes widen at this.

“Every day, I wished for us to be together once more. I was always lonely without you. No one compares to you, your absence hurts more than no other. Eywa knows all I wanted was you.” You began sobbing, finally letting the truth out of your body. “But it is not right.”

You pushed him away but he never let go of your arms. He never did despite your insistence to be away.

“I was being selfish. It is not right. You are not mine to be selfish with. You are the future Olo’eyktan and I am nothing.” The shame burns hot. You wanted to run away and never appear again before him or your parents or your people. “So please, leave me alone and I promise not to be ever greedy once more.”

He was silent for a few seconds, but to you, it felt like a long time. Your heart raced in thoughts that he must have hated you now. Disappointed in you now. But his palm you remembered as smooth and didn’t know when it had turned rough, caressed your cheek ever so gently and you look at him, finally seeing him.

And oh, how beautiful he is.

The sun was rising. Its soft golden rays hit his big figure that had grown bigger than yours, that you missed in your avoidance of him. The sun highlighted his stripes markings that you missed tracing against his skin. His freckles glow so brightly. He held your hand with his free one and rested your forehead against his.

“I am Tonowari, and you are [Name]. Not Olo’eyktan, not nothing.” He says while staring at you. He squeezes your hand thrice.

“I see you, [Name].”

“I see you, Tonowari.”

Like the sea on a fine day, he is gentle. Like its waves hitting against your legs, his caresses on you are soft. Like its warmth, his’ comforts you with his presence alone. Like the sound of its water surging on the shore, he is neither too soft nor too loud, just enough for you to hear him completely.

Like the ocean, Tonowari is gentle.

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moumouton4 · 6 months

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Itachi x reader who likes to read fiction and falls for fictional men

When You Fall For Fictional Men || Itachi Uchiha x reader

A/n : Here it is ! I really feel like I'm back on track lately ! It feels refreshing ! I hope y'all will like it ! 🌭🍟

Warnings : no mention of gender for reader, fluff fluff fluff, jealousy, self-consciousness, implicit mention of sex and woshipping a the end

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Word count : 712

He isn’t the jealous type, because he knows what he has got. He knows you’re not going to go somewhere else because he is already so good in whatever he does - don’t get me wrong he has his moments of self consciousness too

Besides he trusts you and he knows you’re not going to do something that will break the relationship and the trust you had built. You just value it so much

Though when he hears you rambling on and on about some guy you just read about in a fiction he can’t help but smirk… at first

If he didn’t know this was some fictional men he would have asked you who it was, because well, he prefers to be aware if another man is part of your life, even if he is a friend

So at first he doesn't care because it’s harmless for your relationship and connection, it’s just a fictional character after all

But the more you speak about him the more intrigued he becomes. He is going to try to understand why you’re so interested in him. Like he must be so worthy if you keep speaking about him so often

At some point he is so eager to understand that he is going to ask you nonchalantly what kind of fiction you’re currently reading. If he is too embarrassed to directly ask you he is going to try to read above your shoulder, he is a ninja after all 😂

As he finally reads the said fiction, his jaw drops… this guy doesn’t have anything that special - in his opinion - talking about so often. The guys in the fic just acts like any other guy should be acting with his significant other, with respect and love

He huffs feeling his ego swell with some kind of pride as this is already everything he has been doing

As he continues reading a little part of him wonders if you too speak and ramble about him with your teammates

But then as his eyes fell upon the physical description of the man he frowned. This guy isn’t your style at all, though you keep bragging about how sexy he is - you’ve seen fan arts

With a frown still plastered on his face he is going to look quickly at himself. His hands aren’t this veiny, besides he doesn’t seem as muscled as that guy ( I’m having Toji in mind lmao )

That’s when the self-consciousness subtly turns into jealousy

Each time you say something about that guy, Itachi is going to react more and more annoyed. Yes he is going to hide it for your sake and a bit for his pride

He is subtly going to try and be even better than what he has ever been in hope you’ll stop talking about this man. But to his despair the fiction you had been reading gets even more exciting and you’re bragging even more about that dumb f-... about that dude

One day he is going to come up to you and tell you the famous “Can we talk please ?”

You’re shittig yourself lmao

But after a moment you can see it in his eyes and he speaks to you with open heart

Soon enough you can’t take it anymore and you hug him very tightly, your eyes getting teary as you repeat “I’m so sorry I didn’t know” like a mantra

As he sees you almost crying he tightens his fists and his knuckles turn white as he hugs you back “I didn't know you’d react like that. I wouldn’t have mentioned it if I did”

You shook your head “No please don’t say that. Your feelings are valuable. I’m sorry. You know you’re the only one I love and want to be with”

His own eyes get glassy and he gives your neck a loving kiss. The trust between you two shone as he let himself be vulnerable in your arms

You promised him and yourself to do your best to compliment him each time you spoke about that fictional man and also without having to mention the character before

And in case he still feel a little bit self-conscious you’re going to worship his body like you never did tonight, just like he deserves

#naruto #naruto imagine #naruto smut #naruto shippuden #naruto shippuden imagine #naruto shippuden smut #itachi uchiha #itachi uchiha imagine #itachi uchiha x reader #itachi uchiha fluff #itachi x reader #itachi fluff #fluff #request #miri-writes

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ashensgrotto · 5 months

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Never Had A Friend (Like Me) - Part 3

Original art piece by pfbatakopd on twitter (Used only for Header. Do NOT REPOST ORIGINAL ART)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 (You Are Here)

YandereSoulmate! AU:

Part 1 (Am I Feeling Love?)

Part 2 (Protective)

Part 3A & Part 3B (Poor Unfortunate Souls)

Characters: Azul Ashengrotto X F!Reader

Word Count: 9,105

Synopsis: A chance for redemption comes in the form of a wish…

Author’s Notes: Ok, here we go. I received an anonymous message in my inbox for the next part of the Yandere!Soulmate series and I was actually going to work on it - but with the arrival of GloMas, working on the next part of ‘Raison D’être,’ wanting to finish “Weren’t You Aware, Angelfish?”, AND the holidays, time got away from me and I forgot about Scarabia’s segment for a short while.

However, because you all seem to enjoy this and want to know if the tako has redeemed himself - I figured I would work to get this part done. Now, warning - Pompefiore’s part is going to take a bit of time to complete because I will have to wiggle my way through my memory bank and replay a few parts of it (which is approx 76 chapters in length for those players who haven’t made it that far into the game yet) since I’m working so deep into Ignihyde’s chapter right now (which is a doozy - I’m still in chapter 67-tower 1, oof help).

This one is also going to be split into three parts - I promise it will not be a long wait for the second & third parts as this is my Christmas gift to all of my readers <3

Thank you all for your continued support!

Notes: Last part of 'A Friend like Me'!

Pompfiore's part will take some time to go through - I'm likely going to be busy up until the second or third week of January, hence I will be taking a short Hiatus from Yandere!Soulmate AU to focus on a few other projects. I will also be updating Raison D’être in the next few weeks after the holidays have passed.

Thank you everyone for your continued support and I will see you in the next story!

Warnings are as follows: yandere behaviors, manipulation, imprisonment, & hypnosis

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Can your friends do this? Can your friends do that?

Can your friends pull this out their little hats?

Can your friends go - POOF!

***

Azul shook his head as he pulled himself up off the ground after landing, brushing himself off. He took in his surroundings, noticing that he still seemed to be within the Scarabia dorm, but unsure of where. Sands still surrounded him from all angles - making him feel more like a mer out of water than anything else - and a noticeable chill hung in the air, cold enough to make out the fiat traces of one’s breath as it hung in the air. Azl’s eyes shifted around as his mind began to refocus. Where was he? And… where were you?

“(Y/n)? (Y/n)!” he spun around before hearing your grunt as you pulled yourself up from under a pile of sand and fur.

“Owww…” Grim clutched at his head, his eyes screwed shut as he moaned softly, “I really can’t catch a break around here…”

“I feel that…” you sigh, sitting back on your knees, gripping your lower back as you wince in pain.

“(Y/n)! Are you alright?!” Azul moved quickly, his breath coming out in pants as he knelt beside you, his gloved hands tilting your head up to examine you.

You were covered in sand and were shivering from the cold, your teeth chattering as you took in deep breaths. Your face had a cut on the forehead and your eyes seemed a little hazy, dazed from the landing. You steadied yourself against Azul’s hold, the warmth of his gloves warming your cheeks.

“I’m alive… barely. It felt like he knocked us into next week and then some.”

“It would appear that he flung us some distance. Are you two alright?”

“Fine - given that we were knocked to the ends of the earth,” you answer as Azul pulls you up with Grim in your arms, “Where’s Jade? Floyd? Kalim?”

“Over here, shrimpy!” the tuba voice of Floyd spoke a little ways away as he approached, his arms wrapped around himself, “Brr! It’s seriously cold here. It’s like we’re under the ice floes or somethin’.”

You feel a shudder rattle through you as Azul wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close to keep you semi-warm under the covering of his overcoat. The temperature here was noticeably different from when you were in the Scarabia dorm - it would seem that at the edge of the desert dorm was freezing like the inside of an icebox.

Jade was crouched beside Kalim, the ex-headwarden of Scarabia, rubbing his forehead as the others approached, “Where am I?”

“Good, you’re awake,” Jade sighed in relief, “I believe we are at the edge of the dimension that contains the Scarbia dorm.”

“So… Jamil literally did send us to the ends of the earth,” Grim chirped in surprise, before glowering, “When we get back there, I’m going ta let ‘im have it-”

“How, though?” you asked, “We don’t have any carpets, or brooms.”

“And with this cold, I doubt Kalim and (Y/n) will last long out here,” Azul nodded in agreement.

“It’ll be a slog,” Floyd shrugged, “but walkin’s our only way back.”

“Floyd,” Azul growled, “we spent quite a bit of time in flight before we landed here. It could take hours - wait, more likely days at this rate - to trudge back on foot. And… I can’t take another minute of you with that voice. I’m tearing up the contract and annulling it.”

“O-oh c-come on, Azul,” you shiver, trying to be light-hearted, “H-he’s h-having f-fun.”

“Having fun, my ass, (Y/n),” Azul grumbled, “That voice is annoying me - even more so than his normal one. Back to the old voice, Floyd.”

“Aww… but I like bein’ all baritone.”

A snap of his fingers and the contract disintegrated, leaving Floyd clearing his throat as his normal voice returned to him.

Kalim let out a soft sniffle then, “Jamil… I trusted you.”

“Hey, you cryin’, sea otter? Your tears are gonna freeze over, ya know,” Floyd asked.

“It’s all my fault…” Kalim sobbed a little harder, “I drove Jamil to the brink without realizing it. The real Jamil would never do such things! He’s a good guy… always helping me… giving me a shoulder to lean on… and… and…”

Azul rolled his eyes. Before he could open his mouth however -

“Isn’t th-that the a-a-attitude r-right there what d-drove him to th-the b-brink?” you asked, your voice shaking still from the cold.

“Wh-what…?” Kalim looked at you in awe.

“Yikes, (Y/n) - you do go for the jugular sometimes…” Grim spoke up from his spot.

“I’m with shrimpy on this,” Floyd agreed, turning toward Kalim, “Sea otter, you’re… TOO nice. It’s kinda grating.”

“Grating?”

“Yes,” Jade nodded in agreement, “If I were betrayed in the same way you were - I’d lash out with a torrent of unmitigated verbal abuse to break them down mentally, then bind them and drag them beneath the waves. The way you blame yourself and to excuse Jamil’s behavior is… a tad galling.”

“Galling? Really? Kalim asked this as if it was a compliment, “But… Jamil would never betray me…”

“News flash; he did,” Floyd shouted.

“A-And the w-way he w-was m-making you out to be the b-bad guy and get you expelled is even m-more nerve-wracking,” you explain, “H-However… I d-do understand why Jamil d-did it.”

“Huh?” Kalim and Grim looked at you in shock.

“Allow me to explain,” Azul adjusted his glasses, “Kalim - you carry yourself like a goody-two-shoes, laughing off conflict with a flippant word or two. Those remarks, however, are barbs on the skin to those that are calculating and twisted - Jamil and myself being prime examples. They might seem like nothing, but to us - it makes us go crazy and push harder to see you reach your breaking point.”

“And w-when you d-didn’t, Jamil t-took alternative m-measures,” you finish.

“You seem to really know the inner workings here, (Y/n),” Grim commented, looking up at you.

“T-Takes one t-to know one,” you answer, looking at Azul.

“I would argue, though, that in Kalim’s case,” Jade spoke, clasping his hands behind his back, “that it might be simply a case of naturally innocent disposition.”

“So… what you’re saying is… that Jamil’s… a bad guy?”

“Extremely,” everyone says in unison.

“In that case,” Kalim stands, resting his hands on his hips, “I’d better get back fast! I have to punch Jamil and yell ‘Traitor!’”

“You ought to make him march to the oasis and back ten times,” Grim growled, his ears falling behind his head.

“That, and we’ll need to bring him to his senses fast,” Azul agreed, “If we don’t, his magic reserves will run dry and his life could be in danger.”

“And thus that puts us back where this whole conversation started,” Floyd grumbled, “How’d we get back? Walkin’?”

“If there was a river, we could swim back,” Jade commented, looking around, “Though, it appears the rivers here are all dried out.”

“So, lack of water is the problem?” Kalim asked with a knowing smile.

“Of course,” Azul answered, “Floyd and Jade can easily outpace brooms and magic carpets for that matter when they’re in their true forms. However, we can’t exactly restore a river - even my own magic wouldn’t be able to -”

“Maybe you can’t, but I can!”

“What?!”

“‘Oasis Maker’!” your eyes widened, “Kalim! T-That’s it!”

“What do you mean?” Azul asked, looking down at you, “I thought Grim said it was only a glorified waterspout.”

“‘Oasis Maker’ allows me to produce an enormous volume of water with just a smidgen of magical power,” Kalim explained, “If I make you a river, you can get us back to the dorm, right?”

“T-that’s… your signature spell?! That’s insane!”

“It’s pretty useless when you have running water, though,” Kalim shrugged.

“Some countries don’t HAVE that sort of infrastructure!” Azul shouted, “Great Sevens, Kalim! Your power would make you nothing short of a HERO to those people! That’s… that’s… ABSURDLY marketable!”

“Azul!” you smack his cheek light, returning him to the task at hand.

“Kalim, if you would oblige us?” Jade asked.

“Of course! One river coming right up!” Kalim smiled, closing his eyes as magic began to encircle him, “Then water you shall have… and I’ll make it cool and refreshing for you! Respite in the scalding sands, a never ending party. Dance! Sing! Oasis Maker!”

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The dorm was still cloaked in darkness by the time the group returned, sneaking into the lounge.

The students of the Scarabia dorm all encircled Jamil, who lounged before them in the headwarden’s chair as he ordered the students about, each of them still entrapped in a puppet-like state.

“The good thing is that he hasn’t gone too far to the point of no return yet,” Jade commented, looking over the banister before turning to the group, “Azul - do we have a plan?”

“We’ll have to snap Jamil out of his trance as you’ve done to me,” Azul answered, “But we also need to get close enough for both Kalim and (Y/n) to reach him.”

“Huh?” Grim asked, “What do you mean?”

“I agree, it would be too dangerous for (Y/n) to get involved with this,” Jade answered.

You looked over at Jamil, a feeling and the same urge slowly growing within you.

“You feel it, then?” Azul asked you softly.

You turn and give him a slow nod, “I do.”

Azul huffed - he had little choice in the matter. He turned to the others, “Here’s the plan - (Y/n) and Kalim will take this side of Jamil while Jade, Floyd, and I distract him. Grim - I’m expecting you to form a barrier to keep unwanted guards out of the way.”

“No worries, Azul,” Grim gave a mischievous smirk of confidence, “Grim the Great is at your service!”

“Do you think we’ll be able to pull it off?” you ask quietly.

“Trust me, angelfish,” Azul winked, “You know what to do.”

The group split, hiding themselves among the crowd of students, slowly inching forward toward Jamil.

“Haha! That’s it… go on,” Jamil’s twisted voice spoke as he sat back in his chair, closing his eyes, “keep singing my praises.”

“I never realized what a gallant figure you cut.”

“You oughta LIVE on a throne…”

“Your intelligence is beyond compare.”

“There’s royalty, then there’s you.”

“You look so strong and powerful!”

“Jamil, Jamil, he’s our man, if he can’t do it… GREAT!”

Jamil bolted upright at the sight of the five exiled students standing before him, “Wait, it’s YOU?! I sent you to the ends of this dimension! How did you get back so fast?!”

Kalim stepped forward, a hand in front of you while Scarabia’s headwarden staff was clutched in his hand, “I filled a dry river with water and we swam back.”

“Not that it was a cakewalk,” Floyd growled, “I’ll tell ya - I’m pretty worn out!”

“Tch,” Jamil tsked darkly, “Now I see… you used Kalim’s signature spell. And here I’d written it off as a worthless gift only good for watering plants or filling a pool.”

“Heh - you clearly don’t appreciate Kalim’s power for what it is then,” Azul shrugged, gripping his cane tighter.

“Jamil - I now see what you’ve thought of me all this time. There can be no question now - you are a coward and a traitor!” Kalim shouted, “Face me in combat! I’ll win back the housewarden seat you’ve stolen from me.”

“You accuse me of stealing?” Jamil stood, the overblot power growing around him, “You’re the one who stole everything from me! Now you shall witness my true power! Cower before my might! Phenomenal… cosmic… power!”

A fire bolt was flung and everyone ducked as the puppet dorm launched forward.

Grim blew a wall of fire up, preventing the students from getting involved and kept his guard up should any of them attempt to bypass the barrier. Floyd and Jade shot forward, pens at the ready and spewed fire and flora at Jamil’s attacks, Azul following close behind. Kalim worked from the side, keeping you behind him as he waited for his opening.

Azul dodged an attack, gritting his teeth, “Sevens! How much power has he been hiding all this time?!”

“I refuse to give up!” Kalim shouted, a wave of water mixing with Azul’s ice shield forced Jamil further back, the overblotted vice warden now taking on the defense.

Suddenly, Jamil’s power made everyone lose their footing, the group falling to the ground, “You little fools… you thought you could defeat the most powerful being on Earth!”

“Jamil! Snap out of it!” Kalim begged, looking up at his friend-turned-enemy, “You have always been powerful! You don’t need that darkness to prove otherwise!”

“You don’t understand!” Jamil shouted, “You always had to be the best! You always had to be better than me! I could never outdo you! I. Wasn’t. ALLOWED. TO! I was FINALLY going to be free… to be number one…”

As Jamil raised his hand, a figure darted to him… and another resounding ‘smack!’ echoed in the room as Jamil fell back.

“Jamil!” Kalim rushed forward, but was held back by Azul.

“Kalim! Wait!” Azul shouted.

“Azul? What’s going on?” Jade asked as he and Floyd watched on.

You stood before Jamil - eyes locked on each other as tears suddenly began to appear in Jamil’s eyes.

“Jamil…” your voice was soft, barely above a whisper, “I’m so sorry you had to endure that life… to be forced to hide your true self behind the pretense of incompetence, to always be… second-rate. I know that pain of wanting to be number one, too. Life… has truly been unfair to you - but this is not the way to fight back. You fight back… by simply being you - show your true strength in your magic… in your abilities. Then… you’ll get the recognition you want and deserve.”

Jamil’s features shifted before them, an arrangement of anger, frustration, fear… and sorrow. He bowed his head and the darkness slowly receded from his form.

Azul and Kalim moved quickly - Azul to your side and Kalim to Jamil’s. Kalim leaned over Jamil’s form as the vicewarden slowly reawoken.

“Ngh… Where am I?”

“Good,” Azul smiled as he sat with you at Jamil’s other side, “You’ve regained your senses.”

Kalim started to sniffle before large fat tears rolled down his cheeks - the regained housewarden pressing his face into the carpeting as he cried Jamil’s name, “I-I’m so glad you’re alive… so so glad…”

“Must you always be so dramatic?” Jamil sighed, sitting up, “I’m fine.”

“I… I never knew… how miserable you were all this time *sniff* *hic*. A-All this time… I never knew *sniff* just how much I put you through… So, l-let’s just stop. We can stop holding back on account of our social status.”

“Um… what?”

You couldn’t help but chuckle softly as Kalim explained - relieved that the two could act as rivals for the spot of number one and - to be equals. Azul arched a brow at you in silent question.

“Azul - mind if I talk to you?”

“Not at all, angelfish.”

He followed you out into the hallway, away from mischievous eyes as you took a breath and gave the headwarden a small smile, “First and foremost - I want to thank you for your help. I know that it normally isn’t like you to poke your… tentacles in other people’s businesses unless there’s a deal to be had.”

“(Y/n),” Azul gave you a smirk, resting his hand on your shoulder, “If you recall when you first came here, I said I would take responsibility for you.”

“You also promised to get me home,” you reminded him.

“Yes - I did. The point I’m trying to make here is that… regardless of if you’re in Octavinelle or not, I will still want to protect you - to make sure you’re safe,” Azul answered, “Have I not done just that? Does this not prove that I’m more than willing to at least be there when you need it most?”

You let out a sigh and nod, “I suppose so.”

Azul nodded, tilting your head up to meet his gaze, “(Y/n), I want to be there for you, to help you… will you at least allow me a second chance to prove that I’m more than what I appear?”

You look at Azul wearily, your gaze shifting a bit before meeting his eyes again.

His sea blue eyes, framed by the semi-rimmed glasses, still held a possessive desire within them - however, hope also burned within. He could have turned you away when you had initially asked for help, he could have ensnared you in a bubble - take away your voice - or even turn you into a mermaid again… and yet he didn’t. As you looked into his gaze, it seemed all Azul wanted… was another chance.

You let out a soft sigh and nod, “I think you should, and I believe you do. I would prefer to rewarm myself back up to you - which means I would like to stay in Ramshackle with Grim.”

Azul nodded, as much as he wanted to argue. He needed to get you to trust him again - which meant he would have to work extra hard to earn your favor again, “Very well. If you would like - I would be willing to help give you a few things that would help with the accommodations greatly. Whatever you wish, I will make it happen.”

“And what will you get out of it?” you ask, already knowing that Azul was looking for something.

“Your time,” Azul answered with a smile, “To be honest, the students of Octavinelle miss working with you. I know the headmage has you running ragged with janitorial duties, but if you could work a day or two in the lounge - I will consider it more than enough payment.”

“And, during my shifts, you’d be able to talk with me while we’re working.”

“Correct,” the headwarden nodded, “Does this seem like a fair deal to you?”

You nod in agreement, “More than, thank you.”

Azul offers a gloved hand, which you took with a shake.

The first steps to amending the bridge were in place… as well as the first steps toward an unknown trap.

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variabels · 8 months

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Some Blue Lock beta designs part 2

Take the notes with a grain of salt cuz I’m translating from a translation and despite having lived most of my life in French-speaking countries, going to French school and speaking French most of my life, my French is still ass. Please let me know if there are any mistakes.

Don’t repost without credit.

Tallest player (he's around 2 meters tall).

Target forward.

His size repels center-backs.

Very natural.

Shows forehead.

Wild child raised in the mountains.

Bun.

Never smiles.

He always talks to himself and lives in his own world.

Short player with a youthful appearance.

He's a Messi fan.

He's very agile.

He has an adorable smile.

"Little brother" of the group who likes being shushed.

His father has a temple.

Igarashi.

He doesn't shy away from the task. (T/N: I'm not sure what the French text here means or is referring to)

He promised his father to succeed him if he failed to become a professional. He's giving it his all to avoid becoming a monk. He's losing a bit of his mind by doing too much.

He has big black eyes.

Stress is making him lose his hair.

He views football as a battle.

He wants to test his potential.

He gets easily worked up.

Not very brave/tough.

Instinctive player who doesn't fit any category.

He loves football.

He considers football carriers as feats of strength. For him, football is an art.

Shouei Barou.

Player with a powerful shot capable of scoring from anywhere (T/N: Midorima in a universe where he played football instead of basketball lmao)

1.85m

Noel Noa

Shrewed striker.

He's kinda like a cyborg.

#blue lock #bllk

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I’m only answering asks about the characters, not doing requests

♣️♥️Welcome Back to The Casino♦️♠️

Heya! Welcome to my blog! I’m Fangirl!

A lil about me:

Birthday: 2/18

Pronouns: She/Her

Bisexual and proud ^^ 🩷💜💙

My side blog

My fanfiction blog

About my Blog:

This is a genderswap/humanized au based around the game and show Cuphead. I have many characters you can ask about or just ask them questions:

Luci/The Devil

Queen Dice

Everette Morningstar

Cuphead

Mugma’am

I will also answer asks for the following side characters:

Chips Bettigan

Ms. Wheezy

Henchwoman

Stickler

Elder Kettle

Micheal Morningstar

Gabriel

I also have a lil comic series explaining some of the story! ^^ (the art gets better later on, I promise ^^”)

And my fanfic on AO3 ^^

Please note that I may not be able to answer every ask, I’m still pretty busy. If you send an ask in and it doesn’t get answered, please do not be offended 🩷

I DO NOT ANSWER NSFW ASKS

IF YOU ARE HOMOPHOBIC, TRANSPHOBIC, PROSHIPPER, RACIST, PEDO PLEASE KINDLY STAY AWAY FROM MY BLOG

PLEASE DO NOT REPOST OR TRACE MY ART WITHOUT PERMISSION AND CREDIT

If you do not like genderswapping, that’s perfectly fine! ^^ Just please do not harass me or any of my followers/mutuals (or anyone who does genderswapping for that matter)

#cuphead au #genderbend #humanized au #welcome back to the casino au #the cuphead show #cuphead: ddwtd #cuphead dont deal with the devil #my au #my art #ask blog

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dianasaurusrex102 · 3 months

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Maybe it gets better? (I could wait, it'd be my pleasure) Pt.2!!

Authors Note and CW’s under the cut :p

Authors Note: Oh hey :D I didn’t take nearly 2 years to write the sequel wdym? And I most certainly didn’t set the ground work for a whole series that I definitely can’t finish but will do what I can, that’s insane!! Anyways thanks for those who came from the first part or those who I promised a part two and have been waiting (I see and appreciate you!!). This one is for my sapphic girls!! Ballora is the one out of the three who gets the least amount of love so I’m correcting that. Also giving my femcel core girls some rep, I can have my cake and eat it too! Comments and reposts are my food so part three might not take a whole year if I’m fed but who knows :) I absolutely hate when fanfic writers out their fan art into fics so I’m making seeing their redesigns options is you’d like to see the click here.

(Also @crazyytogetherrr @azmosposts @cherryxsapphic pspspsps come get your long over due food)

Content Warning(s): Female reader and anatomy, insane amounts of pet names, obsessive behavior (mild daydreaming of kidnapping in a non serious tone), and of course smut

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You came back just like you said you would, you were never one to go back on your promises of course. But now you were standing in the office you'd originally sworn you’d never come back to. Thankfully, this time you know what you're getting into.

The hours before you got here were spent pacing and almost obsessively debating if going back was the best idea. Your mind went back and forth on whether Ballora invited you back out of pure politeness (do robots even feel the need to be polite??) Or if she genuinely wanted you back, if that was the case would the others want you there too?

With those thoughts weighing you down you gave yourself 5 minutes of wallowing in your own anxieties so if you ultimately chose to stand her up you had the option to run away with your metaphorical tail in between your legs. But now with your time running out, and no convincing reasons to turn back you straightened up your outfit in the smudged, dirty reflection of the window.

You dressed up, meaning a pretty sweater and skirt instead of your more casual clothes. Even if only 2 out of your 3 robotic friends (lovers?) would be able to see you, you wanted to look your best for this second meeting.

Your hands shook as you flattened out the last wrinkle on your sweater, your thoughts racing a mile a minute. You were in actual mortal danger last time you came here, yet here you were more worried about your outfit then hightailing it out of there all because a couple unsettlingly sentient robots made your entire year in one night.

You checked the time on your phone for the umpteenth time, 11:59 stared back. It was now officially too late to take the cowards route, excitement and unease mixed in the pit of your stomach as the reality of your situation dawned on you.

This was fine, right? You'd be fine?

You squeezed your eyes as tight as you could, hoping your almost debilitating anxiety would quiet down. You conjured up the memories you'd been replaying in your head over and over again. Ballora embracing you in the dimness of her room, holding onto you as if you would disappear if she let up. Foxy's toothy smile as he procured a Funtime Foxy plush to keep you company. Even Freddy's giddy monologue as he absent-mindedly squeezed his arms around you.

They loved- liked you… didn't they? Maybe love was too strong of a word for only one meeting, but you had only met them the same night you decided to sleep with them. Your mind finally slowed down, any self-doubt being filed away for another time.

Love or not, you were going to make good of your promise. You opened your eyes as you took a deep breath, stars dancing across your vision because of your prior eye squeezing. This was your new life now, secret lewd relationships with robots and casual breaking and entering.

You slipped your phone into your backpack's side pocket, you'd come prepared this time with a blanket, some water, snacks, and your aforementioned funtime Foxy plushie.

With one last check in the mirror to make sure you looked your best, you inched towards Ballora's door, only stopping once you grasped the handle.

"This is a good idea, a great idea even!" You thought to yourself, blood pressure surely sky rocketing into unsafe levels as you slowly opened the door. Serene, classical music filled your ears and immediately put you at ease. You walked a couple more steps, eyes feverishly scanning for Ballora but her voice found you first,

"Y/N?" Her voice was an uncharacteristic whisper,"Is that you?" She had one foot on her stage, seemingly in the middle of getting on.

"Yes! Uh- I mean yes?" You awkwardly responded, an unintended shrill tone escaping you. Minireenas hurriedly teetered away in their ever cute fashion, thankfully taking your mind off of you already botching your greeting.

"S-Sorry I'm a little late I was-" An explanation was on the tip of your tongue, but Ballora's sudden rush towards you momentarily threw you off. In an honestly disturbing display of speed she made her way to your side, immediately scooping you up into the air with her arms under your armpits. A disgruntled squeak left your lips as she spun you around once, then twice, before hugging you close to her chest as laughter spilled from her lips.

"I-I-I thought you weren't coming! I was so worried that you'd leave us behind. That'd you f-forget about us!" Relief was all but palpable in her tone, clearly beyond herself with excitement, "B-But you're here! You're really here! My dearest y/n…"

Affection was oozing off of every word she spoke, such raw emotion cutting right through you. Your heart warmed with her caring sentiment but her tight bear hug was firmer than you'd like, constricting you to the point that you could barely breathe.

"Ballor-a? I can't- really breathe-" You felt bad not openly reassuring her, but you felt like she'd appreciate it if you didn't pass out on her. She let out a surprised noise, quickly releasing her grip and setting you on the ground.

"Ah! I apologize, I didn't mean to get so emotional" Ballora murmured, wiping her hands on her cloth skirt in an antsy motion. Her posture quickly turned dejected, faceplates shifting and face souring in tandem. A dull ache remained at your sides but you quickly ignored it,

"No! No please don't apologize, that was just a little too tight" You gazed worriedly at her closed eyes, arms moving to hug her waist,"I would never forget you Ballora, I'm sorry I made you feel like that" For the first time in your life you cursed the gods for not making you an optimal height for kissing animatronics, even on your tippy toes you barely even hit her chin.

A thankful smile pulled at her lips, you reached a hand up in an unusual show of confidence and gently guided her down to your level. You hesitantly slid your lips against hers, feeling the firm, cool metal against your softer human ones. Ballora's mouth was seemingly only specialized for mimicking realistic speaking, meaning that unfortunately for the both of you, fluid kissing was not possible.

Even then just the firm press of your lips to hers was enough to convey every reassurance you wanted to. You pulled away to gauge her reaction and make sure you hadn't overstepped. It seemed like quite the opposite was true, as Ballora smiled down with a giddy expression.

"Well aren't you a romantic honey? Thank you" You weren't quite sure if she was thanking you for the kiss or for the kind words you reciprocated, your mind too busy gazing at her teeth. Now that you were up close and personal you could see her seemingly human-in-shape teeth taper at the ends just enough to be noticeably sharp. A small shiver ripped through you at the thought of what those teeth could do,

"I would love to kiss you some more, hun but I do have to give you something" Ballora said, changing the subject and disentangling the two of you so she could twirl her way to her stage. You trailed behind, already needy and missing her warmth but still eagerly watching her blindly grope behind the drawn curtains beside her stage.

"Foxy helped me get this from the workers today, figured you'd might be interested sweetheart" She procures a piece of paper from its hiding spot, eagerly handing it to you in order to hear your reaction. The front read "Circus Baby's Pizza World" with a smaller "Help Wanted" just under it. Cutely drawn representations of the animatronics littered the page, pointing at the long list of jobs.

The starting pay of each job was an almost eye popping large amount, the lowest paying job paying more than double your current job. The icing on the cake was the sentence at the bottom "No Prior Job Experience Needed", a smile grazed your face as soon as you read the words.

"I assure you I'm not attempting to indoctrinate you," Ballora joked, "After this week, there's a good chance that they will be putting keycard locks for the nightshift, the easiest way for us to bypass this would be for you to be employed here! But if that's not favorable we could figure something else out dear, no worries''

"This is perfect! I'd love to work with you guys, I'm not sure if they'd actually hire me but I can try!" You said, excitement emanating from you.

"The whispers from the staff assure me that management is, quote, 'floundering for new hires' so while I may not be privy to the details, I can imagine someone as wonderful as you will be picked up in no time" Her hand found its way to your lower back, dangerously close to your butt (not that you minded). The reassuring pressure left your skin pleasantly buzzing, you busied yourself by flipping to the paper around.

A basic job application form with almost laughably low quality confetti in the background stared back at you, it couldn't be that easy right? A job this high tech wouldn't just have you fill out a form, there had to be a catch.

You bit your lip, what if they just didn't choose you? Your meager associates degree didn't even earn you anything above a grueling low paying office job, how the hell were you supposed to convince them to let you deal with such sophisticated animatronics?

You shouldn't have come back, you should have known that. Even if your intuition always tried to psych you out of everything you did, no matter how big or small, you knew better than to get your hopes up for something as good as the prospect of finally connecting with someone.

A small taste of copper exploded in your mouth, a direct result of your teeth overworking your lip. Despite the pain, you dig them in further as you try to think of anything to say.

"I'm sure you'll make the right decision" Ballora said unprompted, "I must say I've missed your voice, might we sit down and talk? How's that sound?" Without any eyesight she must have taken your silence as a cue to move on with the night. You were grateful for her stellar social skills, since they effectively pulled you out of your circling thoughts. You unlodged your teeth from your bloody lip,

"I'd love to, just- uh let me put my paper in my bag real quick" Your voice quivered a bit, as your anxieties still whispered in the back of your mind. Ballora either didn't notice your slight breakdown, or chose not to comment on it (both of which you were thankful for). She took a graceful step back, retracting her reassuring touch but allowing you space to get situated.

"I'm allowed to make decisions without thinking of every what if" You reminded yourself, kneeling down to delicately stuff the paper in your bag.

You really did almost not come back, your mind rationalizing the fact that what you were dealing with down here was completely and utterly out of your control. Yet your body ignored any and all rationalizing, waking you up in the middle of the night in a puddle of your own arousal at the fuzzy memory of cold metallic fingers dancing along your body.

You zipped your backpack up, noisily announcing that your task was done in order to notify Ballora, who in turn made a small nod in your direction. You could see the semblance of a smile grace her face as she turned to the nearest wall. You pushed your backpack so it leaned against the nearby stage, quickly clamoring onto your feet to follow her.

"Whatever happens will happen" At least you were wanted here (which really couldn't be said for anywhere else you went sadly). But hell if you weren't going to make the most from it. You watched eagerly as Ballora carefully maneuvered herself into sitting against the wall, metal screeching as she finally hit the floor.

"I'm… not so graceful when it comes to sitting. Us animatronics really were only made to stand" Ballora joked, a refined giggle lacing her words. She seemed a bit bashful at her lack of elegance but continued on anyway, patting her lap invitingly.

"I think you're always graceful Ballora" You answered, sweetening up your tone to an artificial level. You carefully lifted one of your legs over her stretched out ones, and carefully lowered yourself into her lap.

"I'm glad you think so, but be careful darling, all that flattering you're doing might get you more than what you bargained for" Ballora wasted no time, as soon as you completely sat your weight on her she let her hands roam free. Her long, segmented fingers found their way to your face.

Closing your eyes, you obediently stayed still while you let Ballora trace her finger tips over your features. She took in all the information she could, the height of your cheekbones, the roundness of your closed eyelids, the slope of your nose, only slowing when she pressed a thumb against your lips.

"You're quite beautiful y/n," Ballora murmured, "Times like these really make me jealous of the others, I bet you make such cute faces while we defile you" Your face broke out in a blush, response getting caught in your throat as she gingerly pressed her thumb past your lips. Almost on instinct, your tongue flicked up to meet it. You weren't sure if you were disappointed or relieved that you couldn't taste anything, but at the very least the cold metal was a pleasing sensation against your tongue.

"Good girl~" The praise spilled from Balloras lips with a playful lilt, your tongue stopping its minute kitten licks as a whine unwittingly pushed its way out of your chest. Your eyes snapped open, embarrassment flooding your system at your involuntary reaction. Ballora, ever unphased by anything, has a pleased smile on her face.

"Now that's the reaction I was hoping for darling" she cooed, free hand wandering down the column of your throat. You had half a mind to pull back from the overwhelming mix of touch but in a swift purposeful move her other hand had made it down to your hip, stalling your squirming. You hadn't even noticed you were moving until she stopped you, your mind running a mile a minute and not getting a break as Ballora pressed your tongue down firmly.

"If you'd like to stop, just tap my wrist, okay?" You did your best to nod around her digit, "Let's keep at this, I think this is going just great" She leaned in to press a firm kiss against your hairline as her thumb got to work lazily petting your tongue until spit bubbled out the sides of your mouth.

Ballora rocked her thigh up just enough to press against your clothed mound, and you immediately knew you were done for. With a thumb in your mouth, an insistent pressure between your legs, and a hand that somehow snuck its way under your sweater any coherent thought was quickly squashed to make room for your growing libido.

"I can see the appeal of being inside someone now, shame only the boys get to" Ballora spoke in a nonchalant tone, cocking her head slightly at the choked noise you made. Only it wasn't just a choked noise, your knee-jerk reaction to the upsettingly hot comment was to inhale which quickly turned into you actually choking on your own spit. You quickly lean backwards, heaving slightly as you almost cough your lungs out.

"Too much?" Ballora asks as her hand not covered in spit pats your back, you take a second to even out your breaths before answering.

"No, just-" You wipe your mouth and let out one more cough, "I was just a little surprised 's all" Your embarrassment only worked to darken the flush on your cheeks, all the coughing didn't gross her out did it?

"Sorry, sorry" The hand on your back urges you forwards, "What if I make it up to you? Hm? How's that sound princess?" Her cloyingly sweet tone calms your nerves,

"Yeah, I'd like that…" You whispered quietly, allowing yourself to be coaxed forward. You leaned your weight against her chest, unabashedly nuzzling into her smooth neck. Reveling in the shudder she gave in response to the touch, you wrap your arms around her torso.

"Sweet thing, and here I thought you wanted to take a breather" Balora teased while easing her left hand, still tacky with spit, under your skirt. "And for the record I wasn't joking about wanting to be inside you~" Now that you didn't have a foreign object in your mouth you could successfully give a sharp inhale, no choking involved.

"Foxy's the only one with custom parts, though with some convincing I could probably get either of them to swap with me" Probing fingers massaged the meat of your thigh, and you have to settle the adrenaline in your veins to form a response.

"Custom… parts?"

"Oh yes, they didn't build Foxy that pretty on accident" Ballora elaborated, "Though I do admit we did help each other from time to time, we haven't done much experimenting, well, not before you came honey" That certainly got your attention, wiggling in her lap as her fingers finally grazed where you needed them.

"Cute~" the simple comment combined with her free hand effortlessly lifting your hips just enough to where she could press against you drew a needy noise out of you.

“When you say helping each other you mean…?” You had to ask because she couldn’t possibly be implying what you thought she was, in the back of your mind you were vaguely aware that she had rendered you incapable of speaking more than half a sentence.

“Well, after a certain adorable human snuck her way into our hearts it opened a new…” Her fingers nonchalantly snuck their way into your panties, “world of possibilities for us. We are children’s entertainers at heart, but a night like that after months of inactivity is hard to move past.” Your ears burned with embarrassment, partly relieved that you weren’t the only one that was deeply affected by what transpired. Her chilled fingertips busied themselves by ghosting over your clit before smoothing over your folds,

”But that’s enough about us, tell me y/n, did you miss us too?” Ballora mused, digits now moving in a smooth, languid motion only aided by your slick.

Of course you missed them, how could you not? You’d replay that night over and over again in your brain almost obsessively, every detail searing itself into your brain. At night when you were just trying to catch a wink of sleep, in the morning while you robotically went through your pre-work routine, in the evening while you drove home. Nearly every moment you were left to your devices was filled with the knowledge that not only did you technically trespass on a newly opening business, but also had two rounds of sex with the performing animatronics while in constant peril.

The insanity of losing your virginity at a pizzeria chain only squandered by the pure lust that surged through you at the reminder that you in fact lost your virginity, that someone (something? Do animatronics count as people?) in fact wanted to have sex with you. And being wanted was one of the most addicting feelings you’ve ever felt.

”Of course I missed you guys,” You sighed blissfully, “It was -ah- crazy hard to even sleep-“ An incessant nudge against your entrance made your words taper off as more sounds tumbled off your tongue.

“Oh?” Ballora’s tone took a dangerously raspy edge, “Don’t tell me you were touching yourself to the thought of us, naughty girl”

”N-No, it was- just” One of her fingers teasingly threatening to press inside momentarily distracted you, “Dreams..? I’ve never been good at- by myself-“

”By yourself?” She prompted, her fingers stilling being both a blessing and curse.

“Y’know- uh getting myself off? At least wh-en I’m awake” God, you were really telling her about that huh? You guessed that people who were intimate with each other talked about this kind of stuff.

”Hmmmm~” Her pointer finger eased itself halfway inside you, “Poor thing, you must’ve been so pent up huh? Glad we could help you even when we’re apart. You said dreams?” Each time she prompted you to talk was surely taking years off of your life, you clenched up uselessly around her unmoving digit.

”Ballora- please just? Move?” You pleaded, thighs tensing as you attempted to shift in any way, only to be reminded of her iron hold on your hips.

”You get pretty spacey when I move, princess. I’m helping you out a little, making it easy. Why don’t you tell me about those dreams?” You let out a peeved puff of air, but obliged.

”It wasn’t anything crazy, just…” You said, trying to find the right words. “You -ngh!- guys kept showing up in my dreams? I’d wake up all- gross and sweaty.” That seemed to be what Ballora was looking for if the way she brought you impossibly closer and nuzzled your temple was anything to go by. Her warm breath puffed around the shell of your ear, making you shiver but quickly still when her lips inched close.

”Your body knows it’s ours.” Sharp teeth gingerly closed around your ear, ever mindful not to maim; just to impose their presence. “You’re wonderful Y/N~ You came back to me like the good girl I knew you were, and now I can bring your dreams into reality. Is there anything in particular you’d like, princess?”

“Anything- Everything? Please?” You didn’t even know what you were trying to say, only desperate to say the right things to get her hands fawning over you again. Your dreams more often than not delved into a too-deep-and-fucked-up territory you would rather not vocalize nor realize.

Ballora’s smooth chuckle calmed any remaining nerves, the muscles in your body singing as her hand got back to work; The finger inside of you effortlessly sliding completely into your welcoming heat while her thumb blindly felt its way up to your clit. While your immediate impulse was to shift, you were stopped by the smallest pinpricks of pain blooming as her teeth bared down,

”Careful dear, I might hurt you if you squirm too much.” Ballora practically purred. You made a vaguely understanding noise, doing your best to quell your nerves and not move. Another correct response got you another one of her fingers, their lazy movement making your head spin.

”Ballora?” Her name left your lips before you could stop it, spoken just between a gasp and whine. The teeth on your ears again dug in just enough to make you jolt before releasing, Ballora smoothed over the warm sting with feather-light kisses.

”Yes, honey?” Now that the threat of having a chunk of your ear be ripped off was less of an immediate concern, your hips eagerly angled so you could manipulate her fingers to hit the bundle of nerves inside of you that they seemed to be avoiding. You earned yourself a couple toe-curling zaps of pleasure until the hand on your hip gave a squeeze in warning.

”Naughty, what were you saying Y/N?” Her tone had just enough edge to make you regulate the overwhelming urge to implore her to move any faster.

”Um- I was thinking I could uh-“ Your voice shook, unused to asking for something so openly. “I could help you? We could finish together?” You leaned back so you could see her reaction clearer, not missing the way her fingers yet again slowed to a halt. Ballora’s faceplates shifted with a noise, a separate audible hiss of warm air escaping from somewhere sounded with it.

You couldn’t tell if that was a good or bad thing, eyes still scanning her face as it pinched up with something you couldn’t decipher. Did you mess up the moment? Your hands trembled as you gripped her shoulders, brain already attempting to conjure up an apology for even asking. Of course she didn’t want your inexperienced hands on her, she didn’t offer for a reason and you just had to open your big mouth- A indulging smile spread on her lips, cutting through your small freak out over her perceived rejection.

”You want to make me feel good too princess?” She cooed, bringing her unoccupied hand to cup the back of your head and press a lingering kiss on your lips. “My perfect little girl is so considerate~” Your whole body jolted at the surge of praise, the warm feeling filling your lower belly only fueled by her fingers reanimating at a brutal pace.

”I’m perfectly content with just helping you out right now darling, nothing against you; I usually seldom indulge myself, direct pleasure can be a tad too overwhelming for me usually so if you’d let me feed off of yours this time I’ll keep your offer in mind for the future” Ballora traced warm kisses down your chin with unprecedented speed, leaving your mind reeling at the addicting onslaught of attention. All your inhibitions melted with every curl and pump of her fingers.

“Pretty little thing’s gonna come so quickly~” Your body instinctively curled into her, “Maybe I should drive things out even further…”

“Please!” Was the only pitiful response you could muster up, already so worked up that you believed her obvious bluff. Ballora soothed your outburst with spindle-like teeth pressed gingerly against the skin of your neck,

”Ok~ You’re awfully needy Y/N~” She said. You gasped as she quickly withdrew her fingers from you,

“I really would like more time for the two of us~ I should just tie you up and keep you in here with me, then I wouldn’t have to share” A protest died on your lips as three digits were practically shoved back into you.

”But that would be greedy of me unfortunately, I’ll just have to settle for giving you the best orgasms out of the group” Her casual, sincere way of talking lulled you into a warm sea of pleasure. She rendered you into a human puddle in her hold as you surrendered to her syrupy sweet words of affirmation.

Muscles aching from the way you wildly tensed up as she abused your sweet spot, head swimming as you felt overwhelming pressure curl in your gut every time her thumb worked at your clit; And even her teeth did their show of digging in just enough to make your skin crawl, was more than enough for Ballora to make good of her promise of making you have a world-resetting orgasm. You took big heaving breaths to try to keep yourself from becoming any more boneless, resting your entire weight on Ballora as tremors overtook your body.

You barely registered her words of vague praise, more focused on the way she slowly extracted her hand from inside your underwear- and by proxy yourself. Her now free hands had free reign to lovingly pet along your thighs,

“I’m guessing that was good?” She murmured kindly.

“Mmmm”

“I’ll take that as a yes” Her warm laugh washed over you, pleasant and somewhat tinny as it always was. Your arms wrapped around her neck again, a welcomed feeling of calm making you giddy enough to press appreciative kisses on whatever metal-plastic-skin-stuff of hers you could reach.

”Foxy and Freddy should be expecting us soon.”

“Can we relax for a bit?” You asked, not feeling up to moving any time soon.

”Of course, darling~ Any more time I get to keep you to myself is time I will never take for granted. I never was good at sharing”

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heavyhitterheaux · 2 years

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Hair Love

AN: cutesy Urban fluff for all my Urban heauxs ❤️

Synopsis: You and Urban's daughter was now ten years old and wants mommy to teach her how to braid. What better way to do it then letting her practice on her daddy.

Pairing: Husband!Urban Wyatt x Wife!Reader

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"You plan on letting her WHAT?"

"Let her practice on you. She wants to learn how to braid."

"Uhh, do I get a say in this?"

"No, not really, no."

Happy wife, happy life and Urban knew better than to say no to you concerning anything. Especially when it came to the well-being of your daughter.

“Why can’t she practice on you?”

“I know your slow ass did not just ask me that when I literally have knotless braids in my head already.”

“She’s about to tear my hair out.”

“Will you stop being so dramatic? I’ll make sure she leaves you with at least something.”

“The things you do for your daughter, I swear. You both are probably going to be styling wigs next and use me as a mannequin.”

“That actually isn’t a bad idea. She wants to be a cosmetologist so she has to start somewhere.”

“Yeah, but not on me!”

“Lux! Come here baby. Daddy said he doesn’t mind and you can practice on him.” You said calling out for her and suddenly Urban’s eyes went wide.

You both deciding on her name was a no brainer once you came across Lux. It means light and she was the light of both of your lives. You felt that it was something unique and different which would allow for her to stand out.

“Daddy did not say that!”

“Shut up Urb. You need to be supportive right now. You know how sensitive she is.”

Your daughter had always been very shy which is the complete opposite of both of her parents personalities. She had plenty of friends, was into art and rather spend her time in a museum than on her phone which you both were thankful for. She had recently approached you about wanting to learn how to braid hair since she was getting to the age where she wanted more independence.

I mean double digits is a big deal.

You promised to block out time for her this weekend so that you could begin to teach her and hopefully one day with practice she’ll be able to eventually do her own hair without needing any help from you.

“Coming, mom!”

You then turned to your husband who had a sour look on his face and his arms crossed.

“Fix your face before she comes in here.”

Once Lux came into view she had nothing but a smile on her face with her arms full of hair products to use on Urban. You can tell he was holding back a groan when he saw how many things she had.

“Okay, little one. We probably don’t need all of this for daddy’s hair since his is a little bit different than ours.” You said while going through the pile that she neatly placed on the table.

“Okay, I brought some bows too just in case to make sure the ends will stay.”

She held up the pink bows and all you could do was stifle a laugh while Urban sat there awaiting to be tortured.

“Thanks for letting me practice on you, daddy.”

“Anything for my baby girl. Just... try to leave me with some hair when you’re done, okay?”

Lux let out a small laugh and nodded before picking up the comb to get ready to start.

“Okay, first things first. You have to learn how to part. Now it doesn’t have to be perfect and it’s not going to be since it’s your first time. I’ll do it first and then let you try. But, we need the other comb since it will get it straighter.”

Lux was mentally taking notes as she watched you begin to start parting Urban’s hair. You wanted to take a decent amount so that her braids wouldn’t end up being small.

“Did you see what I did? Do you think you’re ready to try the next one?”

She nodded her head yes and eagerly took the comb from you as you moved to the side.

“Shit! I mean ow!”

“Oh, did I pull too hard? I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, baby girl. Keep going.” Urban responded while eyeing you and you made a mental note in your mind to make this up to him later.

You let her try and do it without stepping in to help her and you can admit she wasn’t doing a bad job so far.

“Okay, finished.”

You went over to inspect her work and even though the part wasn’t as straight as yours was, it wasn’t half-bad for someone who is only ten.

“Not too bad, peanut. Now, some people braid overhand and some do underhand. Typically overhand is the easiest so that’s the one that we’ll do, but I can do both. I’ll do the first one and then let you do the second.”

Lux was intrigued as she watched you braid Urban’s hair. He had let you braid it plenty of times before so you didn’t see what the big deal was when you first told him that Lux was going to practice on him.

Once you got to the end of the braid, Lux handed you a pink bow which you tied onto the end to keep it from coming undone.

This was going to look so cute when it was finished. Pink bows and all.

Lux inspected your braid before she picked up the next section of Urban’s hair. She made three small sections and then started.

You and Urban didn’t want to break her concentration so you both stayed quiet.

Once she got to the end of the braid you handed her a pink bow and she quickly fastened it.

She took a step back to admire her work.

“Look mom! It doesn’t look as good as yours, but I finished it!”

It definitely didn’t look as good as yours, but you didn’t expect it to. You admit it was little lumpy and even a little lopsided, but she did it.

“It looks good, peanut! With a little more practice, you’ll be braiding daddy’s hair all the time in no time without my help.”

“Whaa..” Urban began to say but you pinched him in order for him to keep quiet.

“Now, we have to do the rest, how about it?”

“I have at least ten pink bows left.”

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There was a knock at the door and Urban quickly went to answer it since he was the only one downstairs.

He opened the door to be met with his best friend who looked at his hair and was trying not to laugh.

“Don’t even say it.”

“What happened?” Jack asked as he stepped through the threshold and into the foyer.

“Lux and Y/N happened.”

Lux having heard her favorite uncle’s voice quickly took the steps two at a time to greet him.

“Uncle Jack! I did daddy’s hair! Do you like it?”

“Hey peanut and yeah it looks good. The pink bows were a nice touch. Was that your idea?” He replied while bringing her in for a hug.

“Mommy helped me and yes! And she said soon I’ll be able to do his hair all by myself.”

“Did she now? You did a good job. I might have to hire you to do my hair when I go on tour.”

Lux let out a laugh and then suddenly got a serious look on her face while holding out her hand.

“How much are you going to pay me?”

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aphmeow2300 · 3 months

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Hello everyone! I would first like to apologize for my inactivity, as I’ve been more active in other socials and dealing with personal issues. As an apology (and to complete one of my drawing plans), I have drawn my Valentines Kokobolt, as promised!

This took really long and a lot of planning and art block.. plus some abandoned WIPs 😭. Really been hitting me hard lately. Don’t expect any other projects coming out unless it’s an event, though I’m drawing 2 other artworks as a double apology for taking so long.

📣 A small announcement; I’ll be working on a project, it’s a Fanganronpa! I’ve originally wrote it back 3 years ago, but now I’m revamping and possibly doing a production similar to DRDT (a series based dangan). If you’d like to help, please join this Google form! I’ll also provide the discord invite! (Workshop server). I’m looking for video producers and/or animators!!

Please enjoy my art Kokobolt Lovers! I hope the Kokobolt community loves this one, I know I do <3

(Kokobolt community, if you also have any ideas for art PLEASE tell me in the comments, I’m running low minus the ones I’ve planned. I would like to produce more content for everyone, fluff or not!

Happy belated Valentines everyone! 💌

FUTURE DRAWING PLANS (feel free to request!)

🌟 College AU! Kokobolt / Raincode drawing

🌟 Any angst Kokobolt I come up with

🌟Kokobolt drawings based upon my personal favorite Kokobolt fanfiction/dir

🌟 Pfp solo artwork of the main cast of RC

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hey listen, i’m so sorry that other anon is being so horrible to you. i promise that they’re the exception and you’re loved far, far more than you’re disliked, even by groups of strangers. i know i’m not very brave myself, sending this on anon, but you and your blog has given people like me a way to know we’re not alone, and that’s not something to discount

if i can offer some advice? Block the anon, don’t answer any more horrible asks like that as it’ll only encourage more trolls because they only want your reaction, and honestly I’d turn off anon for a while. let’s see those cowards put their faces on the hatred they spew

Thank you so much for your kind words, nonny. It really means a lot to me, especially right now

Trust me, my darling, I have... Over and over again.

They send me rude asks at least three times a day, I block all of them. If I turn off anon they make sock puppet accounts to keep doing it anyways. And I know it's the same person because they always say the same things and type in the same way.

They've been reposting my vent posts, especially the ones where I talk about being suicidal, calling me pathetic or dramatic.

They've also been insulting my appearance, art (as well as reposting it) and selfships for a few months now, and sometimes I get emotional and my feelings slip out, like last night.

I just feel really alone when this stuff happens and I'm not brave enough to reach out to people because I don't want to bother them...

#✯ lovely asks

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their-destinys-writer · 1 year

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Caged Chapter 17

Rated: Teen

Chapters: 17/?

Word count: 4,915

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A/N: I wanted to give a HUGE thanks to @emari-13 for creating the amazing art accompanying this chapter. It’s been such a long time, I needed a ‘Previously On,’ because I’m pretty sure 70% or people who read this story already forgot where it left off lol. Please check out her comics! They’re amazing and there’s so much Marichat! Also, DO NOT REPOST. It has been posted with permission.

Caged Chapter 17 - Ladybug

Chat Noir was staring. Staring at the smirk Ladybug was giving him. And Ladybug couldn’t help but feel a twinge of retribution, as his face turned redder than her suit. He inhaled.

“WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT!!!” he yelled, just as Ladybug managed to attach her yoyo to a chimney and safely take them into an alley.

As they landed, Ladybug tucked her yoyo in its place and peeked around the corner.

“I don’t think anyone noticed,” she assured him, as she looked at many citizens either fighting off magician objects or running from circus animals. “Plus, I guess the fact that we were so high helped, too. Anyway, we need to—”

Ladybug frowned when she turned to her partner. Char Noir’s jaw and arms were hanging, his eyes the size of saucers as they stared at her.

“Chat Noir?” Ladybug called, in concern. “Chat Noir, are you with me? Please say something. Anything.”

Only a cracking noise whizzed out of his mouth, lips remaining parted.

Ladybug placed her hands on his cheeks. “Chat?” she called. Still no response. “Chat Noir, listen to me: I know you’re in shock. It’s the exact same way I felt yesterday when I found out about you. And you have every right to feel like this.

“But like me, you’re gonna have to freak out after we’re done, because right now I need you. I need my partner to defeat this akuma. Can I count on my partner, please?”

Slowly, his jaw closed, and clenched. Along with that move, he nodded.

“Okay,” Ladybug breathed. “Good, okay. I promise we can talk more after. But right now, let’s kick some akuma butt.”

She proceeded to grab his wrist and drag him towards the exit of the alley. Chat Noir, much like she had already suspected would happen, was staring blankly. Merely letting himself be dragged. Ladybug squeezed his hand, in hopes to bring him back to reality. Yet the only response she got was several blinks.

I can’t tell whether this is better or worse than my freak out, she thought. How did I manage to get through Birdcage? She started to go through the events of that day, attempting to find the moment it clicked for her.

“THERE YOU ARE!” Ladybug looked right on time to pull Chat Noir and throw him the other way, as another giant pie swept past behind her, where he used to be. As the akuma sent another yellow beam from his wand, she blocked it with the spinning of her yoyo.

“I think the akuma is in the wand!” she yelled at her partner, blocking two more light beams. “We need to get that!”

Ladybug waited. And waited, blocking beam after beam. Chat Noir should’ve moved by now to distract the villain. She gambled a glance his way, only to find him standing still, hands by his chest like he was holding a tablet, staring into space.

“CHAT NOIR!” she called.

“I-I—” he said at last. “I’M FREAKING OUT!”

“I KNOW!” she yelled back. Definitely worse than me. “But I need you to focus! We can’t talk about it unless we beat this guy!”

“That’s—” Chat Noir started, but seemed to have changed his mind about what he was going to say. “That’s good incentive.”

The next second, the cat hero had jumped away attracting the attention of the akuma. Finally. Ladybug let out a breath of relief as she caught a break from the blocking, instead attempting to wrap her weapon around the wand. But the villain was quicker than she anticipated. After several failed attempts, she called on a change of technique.

“You have us running circles around you, and we don’t even know what to call you,” she said, hoping to slow him down with the art of stalling.

“Need a few ideas?” Chat Noir chimed in. “Is it The Magician? No, wait, already taken. Maybe The Trickster? Joker? Harlequin?”

“Call me Clownface!” the man yelled, swishing his purple cape.

Ladybug stopped whatever retort she was going to say, her face contorting instead.

“Did you just say that your name is Clownface?” Chat Noir asked as he landed next to her.

“Indeed!” the akuma confirmed proudly.

“Clownface?” Ladybug parroted, turning to her partner. The second their eyes met, there were simultaneous snorts, right as they started laughing. Hard.

“Clownface!” Chat Noir wheezed.

“That’s the dumbest name I’ve ever heard!” Ladybug barked, followed by more laughs.

“Just when you think Hawkmoth can’t get any dumber!” Chat Noir cackled.

“Stop laughing!” Clownface yelled. But it only made Ladybug grab her sides, letting out another shriek of laughter.

“I-HA-I can’t!” Chat Noir held on to his knees. “I’m-I’m dying!”

Clownface growled. “FINE! See if you laugh now!” He pressed his red nose, causing it to shine yellow for two seconds. A portal appeared behind him out of thin air and several small elephants came through it.

Ladybug yelped and jumped out of the way. Before she could fall over, though, Chat Noir instantly grabbed her, accidentally carrying her bridal style. The girl looked at him, shocked for a second. Her cheeks instantly warmed, as so did Chat Noir’s, followed by a shared embarrassed smile.

However, the moment lasted only a second, interrupted by the sound of a roaring lion coming out of the portal. They both screamed and Chat Noir started running the opposite direction. Still carrying Ladybug.

“Chat, hold on!” she commanded, proceeded by sending her yoyo to the nearest chimney. Chat Noir instantly grabbed on to her waist and they both were sent in the air, landing on top of an apartment rooftop.

“Nothing’s working!” Ladybug screeched. “And now I’m not so sure the akuma is in the wand. Did you see what he did with the nose?”

“You’re Marinette!” Chat Noir yelled.

“Say it louder, I don’t think Hawkmoth heard you!”

“How did you do this when you found out about me?!”

“I barely did!” Ladybug retorted. “I don’t know, I just suddenly realized that it was more important to save Paris than to freak out over a boy. N-Not that you’re just any boy! You’re the boy I love! I didn’t mean it that way, I meant—Gah! Now I’m freaking out!”

BANG

The building they were on suddenly trembled, and Chat Noir had to steady her. They both peeked over the edge to see the animals from the portal slamming against the wall. It took a proper look to notice the animals weren’t exactly real. They acted like real animals, but their colors were off. And it wasn’t just the bright costumes they were wearing.

“He’s like a Jack of all trades,” Ladybug muttered, rubbing her chin. “Where is he getting all this stuff from?”

She looked at Chat Noir, hoping to get an idea. But he was once again staring off into space.

“Chat Noir?”

“Ladybug, I’m in love with you,” he said, still slightly unfocused.

Yet, it didn’t stop Ladybug from blushing. “If you keep saying things like that, I’m going to lose focus.”

The attempt at the feeble joke did nothing to wake him out of his stupor. Letting out a loud huff, she smacked his arm, finally causing a flinch from him.

“Snap out of it!” she scolded.

“I’m sorry!” he apologized as he rubbed his arm. “But none of this feels real!”

“I know, but it is, and there’s many civilians that are depending on us!”

“I’m useless without my sanity!”

Ladybug groaned while she facepalmed. This was way worse than when she found out. So, a change of strategy was probably necessary.

“Come on!” She grabbed his wrist and led him across rooftops. Some of them with parts melted by the giant toxic pies. They were finally near Clownface again back on the streets, but they hid behind a column of a nearby building.

“Chat, listen to me,” Ladybug said, grabbing his shoulders. “I know how you’re feeling. We are going to talk about this. But right now, I need you to distract that clown, so we can beat him, and get back to our civilian lives. Do this for me, please.”

“I-I—” Chat Noir stammered. Before he could get a word out, Ladybug jumped into the fray, hoping that endangering her life might at least break him into survival mode.

And it worked.

As a giant pie nearly missed Ladybug, Chat Noir let out a battle cry and was waving his staff against Clownface. Not as graceful as he usually did, but it would have to do for the moment. With the akuma distracted, Ladybug studied his wardrobe, hoping to find whatever they had missed. So far, he could shoot beams from his wand and create portals with his nose. The pies, however, seemed to appear out of thin air. One second he had nothing, and the next he was throwing one across the street.

With that clue, she blocked and dodged several beams to get to her partner.

“I need you to keep an eye out for the pies,” she said.

“They’re hard to miss,” he retorted with wide eyes.

“No, I mean I need you to see where they’re coming from.”

“He usually brings them from behind his back,” Chat Noir responded.

“What?!” They both blocked several beams. “When did you notice that?”

“Right before he almost hit you.”

“Great job, chaton!” Ladybug used her free hand to give him a quick scratch under his chin, which sent his cheeks ablaze. “We need to find a way to get that cape out of the way, then.”

“Easier said than done,” Chat Noir said in a dreamy state, his movements slowing down. Enough that Ladybug had to tackle him so he wouldn’t get hit. In the process, Chat Noir accidentally dropped his baton, which rolled on the ground near Clownface, causing him to trip and fall face-flat on the pavement. The drop caused the cape to fall over his head, revealing his back.

“Oh my gosh, Chat, Chat!” Ladybug rapidly tapped her partner’s shoulder before pointing. “The box! The akuma is in the box!”

“How did we miss that?” Chat Noir gaped.

As if to answer his question, Clownface finally got the cape off his head, and it covered the box. Ladybug and Chat Noir exchanged looks and nodded.

“Lucky Charm!” Ladybug called as Chat Noir shot off to distract the villain and, hopefully, get rid of that cape. On her hands landed a spotted mixer, and her eyes immediately started scanning the vicinity, until landing on a construction site with fresh cement on the sidewalk, plus wire fence and traffic cones.

She knew exactly what to do.

Ladybug placed two fingers in her mouth and whistled to catch the attention of both Chat Noir and Clownface. As soon as they turned to her, she ran the opposite direction, directly into the construction site. Right before stepping on the cement, she jumped to the car on the other side, taking the barbed wire along.

Unfortunately for Clownface, he saw the cement too late, stepping deep into it. As he started struggling, Ladybug wrapped a piece of the wire to the mixer and called on Chat Noir. He didn’t need to be told twice, immediately taking the other end of the wire and using his staff to slide down behind the akuma to hook the wire to the cape.

“Ready!” he hollered. Ladybug turned on the mixer and the wire started wrapping around it until it couldn’t pull anymore. A Cataclysm later, the box disintegrated and an akuma was purified. Before she could call on Miraculous Ladybug, Chat Noir pulled out the civilian to firm ground.

A flutter of Ladybugs traveled the city, repairing every inch melted by giant pies and making the animals disappear. As everything became right, she made sure the civilian was okay.

* * *

The whole fight had been a blur to Chat Noir. He was aware they fought. He knew they won. He also knew he had been lucid for only ten percent of it. With the ladybugs finishing their last sweep through the city, clarity finally arrived to him.

The clarity that the girl smiling next to him was no longer a stranger.

“Bien joué?” Ladybug asked. He didn’t even notice when she had finished taking care of the civilian. Chat Noir only stared at her fist.

She was Marinette. Ladybug, the Ladybug, was Marinette. And she revealed herself in the most dramatic way imaginable. Far more dramatic than him. Something he never thought she was capable of.

He needed to process. Properly.

“No,” he said, taking Ladybug aback. “We’re not done. Just, akuma, yes. Us, no.”

“Chat—”

“Nope. I need to properly freak out now.”

Chat Noir turned on his heels and vaulted over the buildings. Behind him, he could hear the zipping sound of Ladybug’s yoyo, followed by her light footsteps. At last, they landed on a flat rooftop, perfect for pacing around. Which he did like a big cat in a small cage.

“Chat Noir?” Ladybug asked tentatively the second she arrived. “Are you okay?”

“Nu-uh.” He shook his head, continuing his pacing. “You’re Marinette. Ladybug, my partner, and the first girl I fell in love with, is Marinette. Oh gosh, I kissed Ladybug. I kissed Ladybug! When I was kissing Marinette, I was kissing Ladybug. Wait, so, did I never get over Ladybug?”

“I guess, technically, no?” Ladybug said with a wince. “But you didn’t know that.”

“R-Right.” Chat Noir lowered his hands from his hair, finally slowing down his steps and turning his gaze to Ladybug. To Marinette.

“The same thing happened to me,” she said suddenly. “I thought I had moved on, but I was just falling deeper in love with you.”

There was a last beep and a pink light washed over Ladybug, and there she stood. Marinette. The girl he was in love with. For the second time, it seemed. Or perhaps fell deeper for.

“Sooo,” she drawled, looking away, “this is what I’ve been trying to tell you. Actually, I was planning on telling you the next time you would’ve visited me at home. But then Birdcage happened, and I found out about you. And then the paparazzi, and the video, and Clownface. So… yeeeah.”

“You’re Ladybug,” Chat Noir repeated for what seemed like the twentieth time in the last hour. His eyes moved back and forth between Marinette and a small creature that dove into her purse to take out a cookie. A red kwami, he immediately realized. “You, Marinette Dupain-Cheng, are Ladybug.”

“Mhmm,” she nodded. “I know it’s a lot to take in. I myself almost had a total meltdown after I found out about you.”

“Birdcage!” he blurted out. “That’s why you were so off your game! You had just found out my identity and you were freaking out. Of course! No wonder…”

“Yeah…” Marinette pressed her lips together. “Are you feeling better?”

“Me?!” Chat Noir’s voice cracked. There was a moment of silence as he asked himself that very question. Am I okay about all this? Did we just go in circles around each other? And then he started chuckling. “You were right. This is hilarious!”

He then started wholeheartedly laughing. This was insane! What were the chances that, of all the girls in the city, he would end up falling for the very girl he had already loved? It was like the universe decided to play a game with them and torture them for mere amusement. Even worse, they could’ve been together long before if they had known each other’s identities shortly after getting their miraculouses.

“Adrien?” Marinette called, seeming slightly worried. And he couldn’t blame her. He must look like a maniac, laughing for no real reason. He then remembered the suit he was wearing, staring at his gloved hands. Yet, his real name was what he was being called. He had almost forgotten she knew.

“Ladybug,” he whispered again, finally with a heart willing to slow down. “This whole time.”

“Y-Yeah,” Marinette stammered, tucking a stray hair behind her ear. He could feel warmth fill up his chest with the gesture. Something so subtle, so soft, so beautiful.

Both so Ladybug, and so Marinette.

“You’re the girl I’m in love with,” he said. The words set Marinette’s cheeks ablaze, and he hoped to the gods that it was a good thing.

“Yeah,” she chuckled. Yet, her hands fiddled with each other, as if debating on her next words. Until, at last, she decided to say: “You’re also the boy I’m in love with.”

The ramming of Chat Noir’s heart against his chest returned, but this time, it was full of elation. Gone was the panic, replaced instead with pure, unabashed joy. And as his lips stretched into a toothy smile, the ring gave its last warnings before washing him in green sparkles. Leaving him in his civilian clothes.

He didn’t care, though. She knew. He knew.

Marinette squeaked, as Adrien had lifted her off the ground in a hug and twirled her around, letting out another laugh. He was sure she had been about to say something else before he grabbed her, but he didn’t care. He heard what he needed.

“You love me!” he whooped. “You actually love me!”

“Oh my gosh, Adrien, put me down!” Marinette giggled.

“Never!” Adrien proclaimed. Yet, still placed her on the ground, arms still around her. “Ladybug, Marinette, is in love with me. And they’re the same person.”

“We are,” she breathed. “And you’re both Adrien and Chat Noir.”

“I am.” Adrien pulled away to look at her beautiful bluebell eyes. “I guess the cat’s out of—”

“I swear that if you finish that sentence, I will punch you,” Marinette threatened.

Adrien chuckled some more. “Oh, I’m sorry. Didn’t want to offend my Princess. Or,” he leaned closer to her, “should I call you My Lady, instead.”

The girl bit her lip, having a hard time hiding a giddy smile and a clear blush.

“Whichever is fine, as long as you let me kiss you properly this time.”

“Whenever you’d li—”

He didn’t finish his sentence, for Marinette had grabbed his face and pulled it onto her lips. This kiss was nothing like the others they experienced before. There was no hesitation, no awkwardness, no desperation. They were pressed as close as they should be. They moved at the right, synchronized pace. It was perfect. Everything Adrien had wanted it to be, and more. As they softly broke apart, Adrien traced his thumb on her cheek, letting out a light laugh.

“This is such a relief!” Adrien sighed. “We don’t have to hide! We can go on dates, have picnics, visit each other whenever we want—”

“Wait, Adrien, we can’t,” Marinette interrupted.

“But we know—”

“The city doesn’t know, remember?”

Adrien opened his mouth, but left it hanging, remembering every single event from the past few weeks.

“Crap.”

“What is it with you cursing lat—oh right, you’re Chat Noir,” Marinette slid a hand down her face.

“No, you’re right,” Adrien responded. “I messed up. Everyone thinks you’re cheating on me with, well, me.”

“To be fair, our privacy has been invaded to illegal levels,” she said.

“Then what now?” Adrien asked, sliding his hands down her arms to hold her hands.

“I think we’ll have to wait until the story dies and after Annabelle’s lawsuit is resolved,” Marinette responded.

“After the lawsuit resolution?!” Adrien screeched. “That could take months! You have any idea how long a legal process is?”

“It is?” Marinette squeaked. “I don’t know, I’ve never experienced one!”

“There’s no way I’m waiting months to take you out on a—”

“MARINETTE!!!”

The ground shook, and both teens had to cover their ears from the booming voice. The shaking stopped. Marinette and Adrien exchanged looks right before running to the edge of the building, towards the direction the voice came from.

“Another one?” Marinette questioned under her breath.

“We just beat one,” Adrien said. “And why are they calling your name?”

“MARINETTE!!!”

Afar into the city, they could see a glimpse of what looked like soundwaves, followed by crashing sounds and car alarms.

“No,” Marinette breathed, hands slowly going up to her head. “This is bad. Worse than bad. It’s a total disaster! The akumas are looking for me. Hawkmoth knows he can use me against you. My life is over. I’ll have to move outta Paris, change my name and give up being Ladybug. It’s over. It’s all o—”

“Hey, hey,” Adrien softly interrupted. It wasn’t until she saw him kneeling in front of her that she realized she was sitting against the wall. “It’s gonna be okay. We’ll figure this out. And if my father decided to have your mother on his side, he’ll make sure your reputation gets scrubbed clean. And I know there’s more we can do as Ladybug and Chat Noir to help clean this mess. You’re not alone. I’m here for you. I’m always here for you, Marinette.”

Her breaths started becoming steadier. Adrien took a moment to look at the red kwami, looking for some validation. The being simply nodded, as if approving of his handling of the situation. Next to her, Plagg was already halfway through his emergency cheese. Like they were gearing up for battle.

“Okay,” Marinette whispered, catching his attention. “Okay, um, how upset do you think people are over everything that happened?”

“Honestly, I don’t think they have to be upset about your alleged cheating to be looking for you,” Adrien reasoned, sitting on his knees and placing a hand on his chin. “Clownface didn’t seem to care about our situation at all. He was just looking for you. For us.”

“So,” Marinette continued his train of thought, “it means they’re getting direct instructions from Hawkmoth to search for me. And considering how public my image has become these last few days, I’m easy to identify.”

“And if Hawkmoth is certain he can get at least one miraculous by using you, when you’re in a vulnerable position right now, that means…”

“He’ll stop at nothing,” both Adrien and Marinette said in unison.

“We have to show him that his plan is flawed,” Marinette determined, that commanding look that made Adrien putty back in her eyes.

“It’s a good thing Hawkmoth can’t find Marinette if Ladybug’s around,” he smiled, a gesture that Marinette immediately returned.

With renewed confidence, Marinette stood up, Tikki already at her side after finishing the cookie. She called on her transformation and Adrien marveled at the light show before him. Seeing the girl he fell in love with become the girl he had always been in love with, it was surreal.

“Gosh, I love you,” he said with a wistful sigh.

“You think you can handle it, chaton?” she asked with a smirk.

This time, he was ready. He had his freak out. He saw who she was. He was more than ready to fight alongside the love of his life.

“Absolutely.” With that, he called on his own transformation, glad Plagg didn’t need to be told to eat, having already gobbled the emergency cheese he kept with him at all times.

Ladybug and Chat Noir watched towards the horizon, from where the sounds waves were coming from. With one last nod to each other, they jumped back into the fray.

* * *

They had beaten the akuma fairly quickly. But shortly after it, another one came. And then another one, once the previous one was beaten. It was an unprecedented event. Akumas were showing up with only few breaks between, and they were all calling out one name: Marinette.

It seemed she had been right. Hawkmoth saw the news and was taking full advantage of the knowledge that Marinette Dupain-Cheng was important to Chat Noir. And clearly, he felt that information was ripe to exploit. Even worse, there were also a lot of fans upset by the implication that some girl was cheating on their beloved cat superhero or their favorite model. Making half of the akumas fans.

The trickiest part had been getting what they needed to recharge their kwamis. After the second akuma, they ran out food to give them. Even worse, Ladybug was getting the short end of the stick, considering that Chat Noir didn’t always need to use his own power. They managed to restock that time, but by the sixth akuma, Ladybug needed a second helping.

“I’m exhausted,” Marinette wheezed, her hands on her knees as the suit melted off her. “Oh, Tikki, are you alright?”

The kwami let out what sounded like a chirp. Probably too tired to even speak.

“Come on, there’s a bakery around the corner,” Chat Noir said as he led her outside the alley they were standing in. Arriving at the bakery, there was a short line in front of the counter. Thankfully, they didn’t seem to notice their presence, too engrossed watching the television behind the cashier.

Marinette took a moment to look at the faces of the customers, most watching with a concern she hadn’t seen since Stoneheart. The images on the screen, while they may seem like any other day, it had the distinctive factor that every single battle shown happened on the same day. Even the reporter recounting the events seemed tired, with the words ‘HAWKMOTH ON A RAMPAGE’ sliding at the bottom of the screen.

“You think he’ll akumatize any more people today?” Marinette asked her partner, as she tightened the hold on her purse.

“I really hope not,” Chat Noir sighed. “I’m so tired, I think my paws might fall off.”

“Doesn’t Hawkmoth get tired?”

“He’s not the one doing the work,” he grunted.

“What can I get you?” the girl behind the cash register asked. Marinette ordered a generous amount of sweets, even though she hoped she wouldn’t have to use them for what was left of the afternoon. As they waited for their order, she returned to watching the television, showing the numerous attacks of the day.

She could feel something on the back of her mind. A concern, a pattern. Something was very peculiar about Hawkmoth’s tactics.

“What are you thinking?” Chat Noir asked suddenly.

Marinette gave him a quick glance. “Is it just me, or were the akumas kinda easy to beat?”

“I was able to avoid using my power on most of them,” he responded, looking at the hand that could use said power. “You think Hawkmoth is getting sloppy?”

“The opposite,” she said with a hum. “I can’t shake off the feeling that he’s getting ready for something. Tiring us out on purpose, so we’re not ready for something bigger. Maybe he knows something we don’t. Or senses something we can’t.”

The cashier handed them a bag of sweets, which Marinette immediately stuffed as best as she could in her purse. But her eyes continued trained on the television.

“Well, whatever he’s planning, we’ll be ready for it,” Chat Noir assured.

Just as he said that, the image changed to a live broadcast in front of a mansion. Wait, that mansion looked familiar…

“Father?” Chat Noir uttered. Indeed, Gabriel Agreste entered the screen, standing in front of a group of journalists holding microphones and cellphones to him. Why was he giving a press conference?

“Good afternoon,” Gabriel said. “As you all know, the reputation of my son and his classmate has been put into question these last few weeks due to unfortunate comments from superhero Chat Noir. In light of such comments, the privacy of two teenaged children has been violated several times already, and it has recently reached new heights of social media bullying and harassment. Due to these careless actions and preposterous allegations against two children, my legal team has decided to take legal action against the reporter Annabelle Billard, on slander and defamation charges.

This decision was taken after filling a formal complaint for lack of ethics against the production company behind the Margot and Dorian Show. After speaking with the producer, I was assured Ms. Billard will be relieved of her job effective immediately for breaking ethical guides and broadcasting laws. This is merely the first of several actions that my legal team will be taking against her.

Because this is now an ongoing case, I will not be taking any questions at this time. Thank you.”

The people around them proceeded jumpstart conversations, some commenting on Mr. Agreste’s excessiveness while others went along the lines of ‘good riddance.’ As for Marinette and Chat Noir, they exchanged looks of concern.

“That’s not good, is it?” Chat Noir commented.

“Annabelle’s life has just been ruined,” Marinette responded, feeling a tightness in her throat. “I think he just angered the worst person that can be akumatized right now.”

“You really think that’s all it will take to get her akumatized?”

As if to respond his question, the image on the television flickered, and whatever was playing after the press conference was replaced by a shadowy image. The heroes’ eyes widened, watching as their worst fears unfolded.

“Good evening, citizens of Paris,” the image said in a distorted voice. “We interrupt the scheduled programing to bring you breaking news: Hawkmoth wants the Ladybug and Black Cat Miraculouses, and he wants all of you to help me find them. But first,” the shadowy figure stepped closer the camera, revealing the face of Annabelle pasted in grey skin and dark hair, “bring me Marinette Dupain-Cheng.”

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yutasbimil · 9 months

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Irony

vyn x fem!oc | tears of themis ff. (psychology major!lead) ✦ (1/~) [series fic] REPOSTING!!! also posted on my ao3 acc! { here } tags: fluff, comfort cw: love at first sight, slight prejudice, psychology major student x professor? hmmm . . . meet-cute, eventual smut, eventual romance, heavy psychological anguish later on orz (sorry) ; idk what to put kek note: possible series or there might be more continuation onto this context! for now this settles it for me ;) + supposedly expected to be finished last sept. on vyn's bday, but I only got around it now; majority of this set-up is inspired by vyn's ssr card 'a star in the night' + supposedly this is a 'x reader' fic but got too heavy eventually, I apologize truly ;; word count: 2.5k

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“I wouldn't like a person with a prestigious background.” The lady is irked by the arrogance of rich; higher-class people. Vyn opposes love at first sight.

Ironically, Yule and Vyn came to realize they're both the type of people they came to ‘despise’; likewise.

They promised to stray away from those qualities, but this very essence is what drove them closer.

In a rush, Rosa approaches Yule at the sight of her. Yule is actually expecting more of a warm greeting from the senior, being an alumna of the campus and all. Yet she’s greeted with a pile of paper shoved by her chest.

“I’m really sorry, Yule!” Rosa almost tumbles as she bows. “I have to make a run to the firm.” By holding the older one with her phone, Yule got the gist that it was urgent.

She didn’t even get the chance to glance at the papers, not till she looked over that what Rosa hands out are survey questionnaires.

Rosa did not even tell her what to do though to get this; what it is for, and is it already up for evaluations? All she does know; it’s still not half done to be enough for input. Seeing one-third of it blank… Yule wants to cry internally.

Rosa didn't even explain to her what to do at all.

Yule signs and she's even just here as an alumnus to get her documents.

She’s currently on her Masteral, and she's also planning to enroll here. As Rosa recommended.

And Marius. sighs

They are at most friends, having the same interest in art. Though, she still gets annoyed as he can be quite a tease and unpredictable when they interact.

Geez, the thought of that guy infuriates me.

Yule diverts her attention back elsewhere, scanning over the papers she has at hand, aware of its content since she had psychological assessment courses.

Too drifted off and immersed in reading details, she grows hesitant.

Rosa is just about done with the evaluations— but, I am not in the place to hand these out as in the first place, I am not even assigned to conduct this…

Yule worries over her lips, upon reading a certain name, she pauses.

‘Dr. Richter? That sounds like the prof. I'll have it in my class.’

She runs her finger on the print. “Vyn…”

She bumps into a man with a lab coat. Startled, she steps back. “Oh, sorry!” She’s almost a jittery mess, bowing and keeping the folder by her chest.

The sight of the lady also took Vyn by surprise.

Though, by her reaction, she doesn't recognize him at all. Or as that is what he presumed.

Yule first noticed his golden eyes, brighter through his glasses. She doesn’t know but some warmth spreads in her chest, urging her that he’s the kind of person to approach for aid. More so as his eyes glint back at her.

“Sorry to bother you more, but do you know Dr. Richter around here?”

The taller male says nothing for a moment, pursing his lips as he sees the glimpse of the familiar papers.

Yule noticed his stares.

“Oh, no worries. I’m planning to give it back.” A bit guilty, she bites her lips as she did check the content. Though she doesn’t want to let go of it yet, she is already intrigued by the study. What am I saying?

Rosa, you better make it up for me.

“That is me, but may I ask where you got those from?” the white-haired man inquired. She lifts the papers by her chest.

“Oh, my friend is in a rush. She just handed these out to me. I really thought she planned to make me answer all of these…” Yule laughs, a bit forced, awkward. But all the more perpetually made things indeed more awkward.

At least for her end.

“Are you Miss Saints?”

Somehow hearing him saying her name in his low voice made her heart tumble.

No Yule! You’re just nervous. No way that your heart skipped a beat at that!

Yule takes a deep breath regaining composure as she stands up straight. She firmly holds the folders and offers her hand.

“I am, and can I take that as you are Dr. Richter?” As if automatically she switched and adjusted her speech to formal talking to this nobleman. Or at least that's what her brain registered her to do.

“Indeed.” He nods, humbly smiling back at her ever so solemnly. “Please… No need to be so formal, any friend of Rosa is to my liking.”

Vyn takes her hand, she felt soft by her hand upwards. He speaks. “I suppose you know about those evaluation papers?”

Just when she thought she had the upper hand in keeping the atmosphere in place. Alas.

She sighed in defeat and was a bit ashamed. At this point, she’s screaming Rosa’s name at the back of her mind for being in this situation.

“Apologies, Rosa was in such a rush to ask me a favor.” she almost bites back a sob. “Though I do know the protocols yet I still rummaged through it.”

“Oh, no worries. It’s fine. It is up to you if you want to take part as the respondent, or do you wish to continue to be of assistance?”

She did not even register the question in her head.

The curiosity has been looming over her mind for the past minutes, enough for it to ask to slip off. She didn’t have a moment to fight back her urge. “How did you know my name?”

“Rosa had mentioned you to me on numerous occasions,” he replies, his lips shifting upwards in a noticeable manner. “She’s actually enthralled for me to meet you soon, since you’re her ‘psychologist friend’, as she worded it.”

Did she just witness him smiling at that fact? Yule grows more on embarrassed than delighted at that.

Though, how come she didn’t even mention Dr. Richter to her at all to be aware of him? …if he knows her already this much? How odd of you Rosa…

“Not yet.” She puts emphasis on that, further explaining to him her future plans for her degree.

He gestures to her to move aside to sit by the waiting benches by the hallway. As more students crowd the room. As they found a bit of comfort by their feet, she continued, playing by the hem of her sleeves as she placed the folder between them. The distance now feels safe. “I am not even fully sure since you handed these out to be conducted. You assigned Rosa.”

Yule only expected him to take it as it is, as it is the facts. So, she didn’t expect the slight gleam of his eyes, though it wouldn’t be discernible if one isn’t paying much attention to a person.

She rationalized it as she’s someone taking up psychology, of course, she had to be perceptive at most.

A smile is now formed on his lips, distinct more now than it is for her.

“Take it as a ‘makeup’ for bumping into me.”

That is a big thing for him, what an inconvenience you are, Yule. She kept the surging blood rushing through her face to herself, feeling all the more embarrassed.

Vyn is quick to retract it.

“I am only kidding, though, mind if I do observe you?” he suggests once again. “I won’t be much of a bother. I believe if I accompany you, the students might answer those around me differently.”

As much as she knows that might change behavior, for the genuinity of the study, she's more affected by being watched.

“Only if you do mind, Miss Yule?”

That made her get out of her zone. “No! I actually want to finish it seeing its content,” she admitted, the words just escaped smoothly.

By the gleaming eyes greeting her back.

She knows well that she'll definitely enjoy having classes here.

Yule is now itching more to move to her feet and get this over with, besides the outcome, the resounding steps of the two of them echoing in the now deserted hallway is growing all the more engaging. The idea of this atmosphere is going to be familiar to her…

I need to finish finalizing my documents.

It is the least of her expectations.

Yule is yet to know what is going right at her.

How could she slip up on their first conversation? The look on Vyn across her, is anything but “amused” with his lips pointing upwards.

It felt cold and artificial, remaining unnoticed by the girl while she carried on with her sentiments.

“They can be quite obnoxious.” she huffs, the push in her voice signals depth.

“Just because they think they owe you and can bribe you with money.”

Vyn sips from his cup before speaking. “Don’t you think you are discrediting them for their hard work and efforts on what you have said prior on that basis?”

“Also…” Adding a chuckle, he looks at her. “Do you not like Marius that much?”

“N-no! I actually like him, he's one of the few I get along with and of that background.” She almost pokes herself reaching the straw with her mouth. That took her off guard, it is anything but hatred. Although she had to admit, she got carried away with her mouth. That is not at all what she meant, but is it really coming across that way on how Vyn interpreted it?

Yule is part of the middle class, more on the working side, and trying to strive to meet her needs, but delving into the topic and personal encounters, she had a handful of unpleasant experiences working with rich people.

Though, she did not even consider him, Vyn Richter, as that… even when she got to know he's rich af.

She grows somber in her seat. It really flew out of her mind that Vyn had told her about this recently. Remaining her lips wrapped around her straw, Yule made a mental note to hold back her tongue this time around.

“Yule, how come you've developed a stereotype, then such judgment on this matter?” His voice is too clear to bypass.

Yule took the moment to look at him intently.

At some odd feeling, she felt that his intention on the question is beyond his inquiries on psychology. This is a matter of intuition now.

She doesn't want to back down or stray away from their topic.

Now a bit composed, she tells him in prompt detail what’s on her mind. “Okay, sorry. I held such a judgment, though it is personal based on what I have encountered… Especially in prestigious places that I had a chance to get a job in. Some can be condescending not because they have power, when the actual case is that what they are lacking is simple respect to others.”

“I see.” Vyn runs his fingers by his chin and then gestured to her, she felt her breath release. “You said that in meticulous detail.”

Yule hums, now a bit relieved in her place though nervous if she lessened the mess she placed on the atmosphere.

“I do hope I don't come across that way. May I ask if I have offended you in some way, in our previous meetings perhaps?”

“Not at all.” She shakes her head firmly, assuring him in the best manner. She had to take another good look at him, straight in contact. “What do you mean though, Dr. Richter?”

She can’t quite put a finger on it…

“Nothing.”

She won’t think much of it then.

By the clock ticking, and as the condensation of the cup drips by her finger, Vyn drops his question.

“Ah, right. Rosa relayed the message to me moments ago… Since she's got an extra ticket, how about you be the one to join me at this event? Her friend Kiki isn't able to accompany her.”

Yule filched as he handed the invitation, more so as his slender fingers brushed hers for a moment. But looking at the table now, she can't quite comprehend seeing the intricate details on the paper, let alone the scent of it.

Or is it him?

She flushed red as she realized his close proximity.

Yule backs away, also because she might have to turn him down. “Oh no, I don’t know if I may…” The shining letters on the paper gawk at her by her line of vision.

She doesn't have any clothes appropriate.

Like of course, on average, she didn't have anything packed for this certain instance. She will stick out like a sore thumb!

“Is there any problem, Miss Yule?” Vyn had to ask as she had been silent for a while.

Prompting her feet properly to her seat, her sheepish behavior came off a bit less. “Honestly… I don’t have a dress for a ball.”

Does she look pathetic?

“Oh, no need… Marius suggested a design for you.” Seeing the already prepared reference on the older male’s phone, she had to widen her eyes at the sight of her favorite hues that complements her skin so well.

That made her flush more.

She lets out a nervous laugh, mixed with vexation. “I swear he wants me in debt.”

“I asked him directly though, no worries. Besides, knowing you're in the midst of moving here in Stellis, I suppose you didn't bring any attire for these kinds of events.”

“Exactly.” She felt herself relax and look at him with intent. So, he didn't see the fact that I may not have any of the luxury, and did not prioritize it since she’s handling something at the moment. She beams at him, feeling the effects of the caffeine saturate her body. “You’ve done so much already, Vyn, thank you.”

Hearing that she had already complied in calling him by the name, she claps his hands together, nodding in appreciation. “That settles it then.”

“Mind if I pick you up at noon?” he asks.

“Not quite a morning person?”

He had to perk a smile, as she even managed to notice that detail.

Vyn chuckles, letting a meek smile paint over his lips. “I suppose you too?”

Nodding, she had to mirror back a shy grin, disappearing in a matter of seconds as it’s been replaced by an astonished reaction.

“Let's grab a coffee on the way.”

She had to flush back. He noticed that detail too, huh…

Settling on the same agreement feels safe as they get more captivated into their little bubble. Despite being both’s epitome of ‘irony’ at the first meeting, they have settled it. With Vyn breaking down her beliefs into something more bearable; showing more of the radical explanation of phenomena, and to Yule alluring the appealing nature of the primacy effect in love for Vyn. Possibly expanding the concept and enticing dynamics to him hereafter.

To the one who acts on her vulnerabilities, the other rational on their approach. One can learn from the other; equal and reciprocal. Opposites do attract.

Having to see in person the name, the one he keeps hearing, now has a form and meaning for him to further analyze. He wishes to comprehend more of her complexities past her captivating appearance. Vyn can now structure better connections based on further impressions he may probe into.

Letting the scent of the café waft their senses, he's stirred awake.

He’s the type who prefers tea, but with him being in her presence, it feels natural. She gives the same palpitation and warmth as he glances at her coffee-brown eyes.

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