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maxidentscene · 9 months

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healing

⚘ genre. fluff, comfort

⚘ members. ot8

⚘ synopsis. skz taking care of you after a hard day

chan gets you tucked into bed

As soon as you walked into the apartment, your heavy bags hit the tiled floor and disrupted the music coming from Chan’s room. He came prancing out, smile wide until he caught sight of the miserable look on your face

“What has you so sad, my baby?” He frowns, cupping your cheeks with his rough palms before bringing one to the back of your head, pushing you forward into his arms. “Do you wanna go out? I’ll treat you to dinner, we can go on a walk or go shopping, whatever you want.”

“I don’t wanna do much else today,” you mumbled into his shoulder, letting all of the tension today has brought leave your body. Now that you were in your safe spot, you could finally relax

He felt the way you melted and only nodded in response, awkwardly shuffling you to his room, giggling in the process at the way you refused to let go of him. Once you reached the foot of his bed, he gently pushed you down before fluffing up all of your pillows and tucking the fluffiest of blankets under your body

“This better?” His smile deepened when you nodded contently. Leaning down to place a kiss on your cheek, he left you to nap while he got back to what he was doing

lee know is quick to run you a bath

Minho disappears from your room without much of a word after you open up to him about how your day has went, and at first you felt a little offended. Then you were reminded of how warm and considerate he is when you heard the faucet creak on, the sound of water filling the bath

Once he’s back, he reaches a hand out for you to take. “There aren’t any bubbles but I dug out a bath bomb.” He leads you to the bathroom, giggling a bit to himself. “I think it’s a few decades old, though.”

The face you make at him pulls out a louder laugh and you feel your heart already getting lighter. Finally, the gentle heat hits your face as you enter the bathroom and you can’t help but get emotional

He’s quick to reciprocate when you wrap a lazy arm around his form, nuzzling your cheek into the material of his sweater. The two of you stay like that for a moment, basking in the fruity but peculiar scent of the exploded bath bomb in the water. “Thank you. What are you gonna do?”

“Look for an online shop and find some bath bombs that aren’t expired,” he huffs seriously, making your face light up with giggles

changbin offers the warmest of cuddles

Seeing you with a sad pout on your face has him thrown in a loop, his brain is scrambling for the perfect remedy. Finally, he settles with pulling you to the couch for a nice, long, well deserved cuddle sesh

“You’re all good here now,” he urges you to calm down, let your body mold on top of his as he runs a hand down your back. The scent of his cologne was wearing off but it still smelt so strong when you were in his arms like this. It was your favorite scent in the world

Bin smiled at the way you nuzzled yourself into him, a hand coming up to massage the back of your neck. It felt good to have someone to nurture and care for, he’s a natural giver and nothing makes his heart happier than helping you unwind after such a harsh week

“You smell good,” you sighed out, accepting defeat and letting your body rest onto his, planting your aching head into the crook of his neck and breathing him in. The long days felt doable if this is what you get to come home to

His chest moved with a hearty laugh, your head bobbing up with it. “I can’t stink in front of you!”

hyunjin cooks up your favorite meal

As soon as Hyune received a text from you saying that you’d be staying late, he got busy. He’s very observant and has caught on days ago that you were absolutely swamped with work and he finally gathered the ingredients to make you the most perfect dinner

This was something that he had planned out slowly but surely, wanting to get every detail right. If there was one thing that could throw Hyunjin off, it would be the fact that you were in a bad headspace. He just could not stand it

Determined to lighten you up a bit, he decided to do something special. Running around the kitchen left and right had proved to be quite the workout for him and he lost track of time

So, when you walked in only to be greeted with a sweet boyfriend who had stains all over his apron and his hair sticking to his sweaty forehead, he was shocked to say the least. Your body went on autopilot and dropped your keys to the counter, not caring about how he looked a bit like a mad scientist. “You didn’t have to do all of this,” you wrapped tired arms around him

A hand came up to stroke your head, you could feel his lips forming a smile against your neck. “Just sit down and eat,” he placed a kiss before playfully pushing you to your seat at the table

han plans the perfect movie date

He knows how slumps are, he knows how exhausting life can be and he always wished that he had someone to hold him when times were rough. When you came along, he found what he had been dreaming of and he wanted to reciprocate this warm feeling, so a movie date scheduled outside seemed like the perfect fix for your busy life lately

Like the genius he is, Jisung kept strict track of your work schedules and asked you to come over on the one day you had open. From there, he bought blankets and candles and gathered a projector screen from the company

You were more than surprised to find the cutest set up ever. Blankets and pillows scattered in the grass, candles lit to keep the bugs away, a fire on the side and a projector ready to go with a movie the two of you had been wanting to see

“Do you like it?” He asked with a nervous bite to his lip, sprawled out on the fluffy pillows with his hand stuffed in a bag of jellies. The effort that all of this took had your bottom lip quivering and you could only plop down right next to him, letting him secure his arms around you

You felt so lucky to be loved by someone as thoughtful as him. Han had a magic touch to him, it was impossible to not adore him

felix offers up a famous massage

Just like every other day, Felix is waiting on the other side of the door like a puppy ready to greet it’s owner, eyes scanning and heart beating with anticipation for the door to fly open. He’s eager to hear your laugh and see the warm smile on your lips, eager to give you a kiss and help you settle, eager to have the company of his favorite person back

But, everyone has bad days. You weren’t laughing and you weren’t smiling, the exhaustion was practically radiating off of you, and he wrapped his arms around you immediately. The first thing he noticed was how awfully tense your shoulders were, and that couldn’t slip past Lee Felix ever

“Hey,” he ran a hand down your back before letting go and gracing you with a gentle smile. “How about you go change into those comfy pants you like and lay down for me?”

You already knew he was planning out the best massage of a lifetime and you were far from disappointed, nodding your tired head and doing exactly as you were told. The room enveloped you in warmth and your bed caught your harsh fall as you flopped forward once changed

His gentle, small hands were on your shoulders instantly. Every rub and knead at your muscles helped you slip into a sleepy haze, mind finally at ease and guard down. This was your happy place, Felix worked wonders with his hands and you now understood why the team would never shut up about his massage skills

seungmin sits and listens to your worries

As always, Seungmin is an advocate for communication. He encourages you to talk about the things that make you happy or upset and listens with open ears. The current moment is no different as he sits you in his lap, resting his cheek against your shoulder as you melt into his hold and let everything out

“Everything about today was exhausting,” you cover your face with your hands and he sits with patience, fingers playing with your clothes and heart steadily beating against your back. “Just glad that I have someone like you to come home to.”

That comment fills Seungmin up with pride, a smile so wide on his face that his cheeks hurt. All he has ever wanted was to become the safest space for the one he loves, he wanted to tend to your needs unlike anyone else who has done so before

You go on about the little things that added to your poor mood and he hums in response, the soft scent of his shampoo dissipating every negative feeling in your body. You become silent and it hits you that he smells like home, comfort, and warmth. He feels like security, he is love itself

Leaning behind you, you plant the smallest kiss on his cheek as a silent thanks. He reciprocates with one of his own, sliding a hand up your back and bringing it back down

jeongin plans a small but powerful gesture

It was no secret that the last few days have been rough on you, work and social life both beating you down at once. Jeongin would sit in bed with you and listen to your venting, his heart heavy with want and need to help you feel better. Alas, a lightbulb went off and a plan began formulating in his head after almost a week of stressful days

Without you knowing, your boyfriend had picked up a few items from a few different store outlets, consisting of sweets and jewelry and self care products. They were gathered into the cutest basket with the biggest bow tied on the handle, Jeongin was very proud of it

The icing on the cake was a small bouquet of flowers, carefully placed on the table in front of the basket. These were paired with a handwritten note, one that took him a long time to write. This had been the most effort that he had put into making someone feel better and it felt so right to do it for you

He wished he could record your reaction to watch back on bad days, but he wanted this to be as intimate as possible. All of the work and time spent was worth the big smile on your face and the slight mist building in your eyes

He had decided that he would put his entire being into loving you and taking care of you once you pulled him into a hug. Of course, he laughed his breathy laugh and kept his signature smile on as he accepted your gratitude

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blues824 · 4 months

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My request for the prompt list is what ever you want and who ever you want I'm happy with everything you write and what to see what you want.

I found this cute picture of sebek for you I don't know who drew it but it's beautiful.

If this man does not become our husband in the next 5 seconds @theunknowntravel3r

I requested: Dancing to Christmas Music, New Year’s Countdown, NYE Party

Sebek Zigvolt

Let’s be honest, if you are with him, he probably has told his parents about you. It was his first time being in a relationship with a human, so who better than to ask his parents? That being said, when Winter Break rolled around, they had sent you an invitation to stay at their house for the duration of your time off from school.

The half-fae had warned you to pack heavily and with cold weather in mind, and he even lent you one of his hoodies… totally because you needed it and not because you looked absolutely adorable in it. You also noticed that it seemed that he sprayed some of his cologne on it so that it smelled freshly of him, and your heart melted.

Going through the mirror, the weather was definitely much colder, and you were glad that you were already wearing some extra layers. It was freezing cold. You went to pick up your suitcase only to see that Sebek picked it up for you. His face was flushed red, as he caught you looking at him, but in his mind he blamed it on the cold.

“Sebek, I can get my own stuff.”

“Nonsense! It is a knight’s duty to help a citizen, especially if you are their significant other!” He shouted, not as loud as when he shouts at Ace or Deuce, but definitely louder than necessary.

So you said bye to everyone as you both headed to the dentist clinic, where you would meet his parents. You were nervous, and he could sense it. To be honest, he was more nervous about you meeting his older siblings, as they were very protective over their younger brother.

Walking in, you noticed that it was very clean and quiet, probably because they were just locking up the office for the holidays. Upon seeing her son, Mrs. Zigvolt ran and pulled you both into a hug, exclaiming about how it was so good to see you and her son had told her so much about you. Sebek was embarrassed, but it had been a while since you'd felt the warm hug of a mother, so you embraced it.

His father walked into the lobby soon, and waited until his wife was finished with greeting you both so that he could hug his son and introduce himself to you properly. You could definitely see that your boyfriend was a perfect mix of his parents, in both appearance and personality, and it was quite funny to you.

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The Zigvolt residence wasn’t anything too grand. It was actually quite comfortable, and you loved everything about it. You got to see Sebek’s room, and you were surprised at how plain it looked. You would have thought that he would have had crocodile-print blankets and pillow cases but no.

He actually had a bookcase filled to the brim with books, and they were organized by title. A few of them were romance novels that you were grateful to see, as you recognized them from your own world. Shakespeare, the Brothers Grimm, and the Bronte Sisters.

“Huma- I mean, Y/N, you will be sleeping in here, and I will sleep on the couch!” He announced, setting your suitcase on the bed.

“Why don’t we just share the bed? It’s a king-sized bed, we can both fit.”

“THAT IS IMPROPER, ESPECIALLY BEFORE MARRIAGE!!!” He shouted, face painted a bright, glowing red at the mere thought of doing something so intimate.

“Is it that? Or is it because we’re in your parents’ house? You do realize that we’ve slept in the same bed before back at Ramshackle, right?”

“I-I do realize that!” He said all too quickly, making you laugh.

“Alright, what’s got you so worked up, Mr. Knight-in-Shining-Armor?” You stepped right in front of him, throwing your arms around his neck and playing with the ends of his hair. His hands instinctively fell to your waist.

You always knew when something was bothering him… and it was something that he both hated and appreciated about you.

“I have never brought a significant other home before, and I am nervous about how my siblings and my grandfather will take it… especially since you are human,” He admitted, and you could feel his shoulders sag a bit when he mentioned his grandfather.

“Your grandfather was forced to accept your father, wasn’t he? I will force him to accept me. I forced you to, so it shouldn’t be much more difficult than that, right?” You offered him a reassuring smile, and he knew that you could win anybody over. However, his grandfather still did not like his father. “And if he doesn’t, then he’ll love our children.”

It was lucky that he was half-fae and did not get whiplash as easily as humans do, otherwise his neck would have absolutely snapped with the velocity at which he turned his head to look at you, wide eyes and flushed face apparent.

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Over the course of the next few days, you basically stayed in the house. You did stop by the market to meet some of the townsfolk, but it was freezing cold out there. Besides, you definitely preferred seeing baby pictures of your boyfriend over the snow any day of the week. Mrs. Zigvolt was very happy to show you the most embarrassing ones, much to her son’s dismay.

You also helped prepare the house for the upcoming New Year’s Eve party that the Zigvolt’s hosted annually. You were excited to see Silver and Lilia again, but you were sad that Tsunotarou was not going to be able to make it. It would be alright, because you needed to meet Baul Zigvolt as well as Sebek’s siblings.

On the day of the party, his sister was the first of them to arrive. She didn’t live too far away, but the snow made it difficult to get there. She squealed upon seeing you, though, and you made a guess that this generation of Zigvolt’s inherited their mother’s strength when she hugged you.

“YOU MUST BE SEBEK’S SIGNIFICANT OTHER!!!!” She exclaimed in excitement.

“WHO’S SEBEK’S SIGNIFICANT OTHER?!” You heard a man exclaim from the front door. Looks like the eldest son of the family is now present.

“I am! My name is Y/N L/N!” You were not surprised to be swept into yet another bone-crushing hug, but this time you were rescued by another woman who didn’t look like she was related.

“Honey, let them go! They can barely breathe, poor thing…” You shook her hand after being let down, and you noticed the ring on her and Sebek’s older brother’s fingers, making a note that she married into the family.

Lilia and Silver weren’t too far behind, and so the only person you all were waiting for was the grandfather of the family. Lilia tried to reassure you that you would be fine and that Baul would tolerate you, but it still wasn’t any less nerve-wracking. Sebek was in a similar state, not being able to sit still, and when he was sitting, his leg was bouncing.

What did manage to give you a bit of hope was that you were not the only human in the room. Sebek’s father, sister-in-law, and Silver were all there to stand beside you. Of course, the first person mentioned didn’t count, because Baul still didn’t like him. However, the other two were accepted with nearly open arms.

Then, the dreaded knock on the door sounded, making more and more terror sink into your and your boyfriend’s souls. You took his hand in yours, drawing absentminded circles on the back of it with your thumb.

“Where is the human who deems themself worthy to court my youngest grandson?” He said upon entering.

Whatever happened to ‘Hello’? ‘How are you?’ ‘My name is…’?

“I am right here, sir.” You stood up, walking up to him and extending your out to him. “My name is Y/N L/N.”

A moment of silence passed, and you could feel sweat trickling down the back of your neck, but he accepted your hand and shook it, telling you his name in return. The entire group behind you let out a sigh of relief, before the festivities truly began.

And by ‘festivities’, I mean sitting on the couch and talking. This is probably the most ‘unseasoned chicken’ family out there… just saying.

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It had been a few hours since Baul had arrived, and it seemed like he accepted you into the family. You were in it for the long haul, but you didn’t mind. Behind the scary facade, he was just a man who was concerned with the wellbeing of his family. You could appreciate that, and now you sat, sitting and listening to his and Lilia’s “glory days” from back in the military.

Sebek was listening with stars in his eyes, and you knew that he aspired to be like his grandfather. He was sitting on the couch, and you were sitting on the floor, leaning your head on his leg as you listened along. However, you zoned out a bit, feeling your social battery become low.

Mr. Zigvolt put on a Christmas record on an old gramophone that they kept in the family room, and walked up to his wife.

“Would you like to dance, darling?” He extended his hand out to her, and your heart melted at the sight.

“Why, yes I would.” And so they started to rock back and forth. In their home, they had wedding photos hung up, and they looked as in love as they were back then.

Sebek’s brother and sister-in-law joined them. It wasn’t anything too complicated, literally just rocking back and forth. You smiled, lip-syncing to the words and watching the two couples dance with each other.

“H-Human, would you like to dance with me?” Sebek stood up and held a hand out to you, offering to help you up. Poor baby’s face was flushed red, embarrassed or flustered, or maybe a mix of both. Plus, he was using a soft voice.

“I would like nothing more, my Knight in Shining Armor,” You said with a smile on your face, allowing yourself to be pulled up off the ground and into his chest. Placing your hand on his shoulder and holding his hand with your free one, you both also began swaying side-to-side.

The song was soft, creating a rather romantic atmosphere in the living room of the Zigvolt residence. Staring into Sebek’s eyes, you could see the pride he felt at his choice of a significant other being accepted by the man he looked up to the most.

“1 MINUTE UNTIL MIDNIGHT!!!” The eldest Zigvolt daughter shouted out. All of a sudden, your beloved knight looked panicked, and you were about to ask what happened when he looked back into your eyes.

“Human, I am aware that I have not been very straightforward with my feelings for the past year that I have known you. I, however, want to take this last minute in the year to express them. I love you, Y/N L/N,” You could here the others start to count down, “And I understand if you do not wish to say it yet at this point in our relationship-”

“3, 2, 1!!!” The others shouted.

Quickly, you threw your arms around his neck and pulled him into a kiss, closing your eyes. Your heart was pounding as you felt all the oxygen in your lungs quickly disappear, and when you broke apart from him, you smiled.

“I love you, too, Sebek Zigvolt.”

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scaredpigeons · 8 months

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“Let me look at you.”

kaveh x fem!reader

Nsfw 18+ MDNI. Smut. Pussy inspection, teasing, light oral (fem receiving) Kaveh’s a bit mean, but not really and we like it. Established relationship, childhood friends to lovers, yes you both live in Alhaitham’s house still cuz I’ll never separate my otp

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You hear the rattle of a doorknob, unable to open.

Then a thud, as if something hit the door.

“Darling?” Kaveh’s frustration leaked into his voice. “Are you in there? I forgot my keys again.”

You smiled, and rose from the sofa to open the door. Your sweet Kaveh stood in the doorway, shoulders slumped and white knuckling his mechanical toolbox, looking at you miserably through his brows.

“Welcome home,” you stepped aside, allowing him to trudge into the entrance. “ I would ask how your day was…”

“You would not believe the day I’ve had. I don’t even want to repeat some of the atrocities I had to witness today, let alone the absolute crimes against art as a whole— and I had to just sit there and let him drone on and on!— AND regardless of my experience and clear expertise on the subject, this—this monster absolutely refused to budge on— seriously my love, who in their right mind requests five inch thick mullions on stunning lancet arched windows?! The man's wife wanted them to be Sumerian rose stained glass— which I already ordered the exact amount for, at double the usual rate so they could have it installed in time for their daughter's birthday— and suddenly the man wants mullions?!”

Your romantic relationship with Kaveh might have been fresh, but being friends with him since childhood gave you plenty of experience with these kinds of moods. You knew this spiral would only ruin his evening, and if left to fester it would consume his entire month.

“Is there anything I can do to help?” You asked timidly, not wanting to send him into another rant, but not wanting your silence to convince him you don’t care.

Kaveh huffed, and turned towards you. “Unless you can tell this imbecile of a client that—“ He paused, actually looking at you for the first time since he walked into the house.

Since moving in with him and Alhaitham, you’d certainly made yourself comfortable in the space.

The house had little pieces of you scattered here and there; a lavender throw pillow on your favorite couch, new mugs in the cupboard, a framed photo of the three of you from your last trip to the desert—smiling and laughing in the sun while camped at an oasis, but nothing showed how comfortable you were there more than how you dressed around the house.

When the two of you became adults, you rarely ever saw each other outside of the akadeymia and Lambads tavern, so respectable formal wear was what you wore often. When you started coming over and rekindling your bond with Kaveh, you wanted to impress him, to be attractive to him, so you always dressed your best, always done up. But now…

He gazed longingly at your thighs peeking out from beneath one of his oversized shirts, buttons only done up halfway so that the majority of your chest was visible, placed to just cover your nipples in case someone came home during the day. Your hair was pinned back away from your face using a multitude of his own hair pins, and your face glowed as if it was recently washed.

You were the pinnacle of beauty to Kaveh. So comfortable in his life— like you were meant to be there all along. He sighed, releasing his tight grip on mehrak to let him hover in place just beside him.

“Actually, yes.” He sighed again, releasing the tension in his shoulders as he gestured for you with his arms. “Come here, let me hold you for a moment.”

You smiled sweetly and curled up into his embrace, humming happily as he rested himself at the junction of your neck and shoulder, inhaling deeply and groaning a little beneath his breath.

“You’re perfect, you know that?” He said wistfully.

You giggled, dropping your head to his shoulder to hide your intense blush. “Stop that! I’m supposed to be making you feel better, dummy.”

“Just having you here like this makes me feel a bit better, love.” He pulled back a bit. “Come now, let me look at you, there’s no need to hide.”

Despite your flustered state, you unwrapped yourself from him, cheeks warming even more at the way his eyes raked across your body.

“You like when I look at how beautiful you are, don't you?” He said, holding your hand in his with a gentle squeeze. Though his tone was still gentle, there was something burning beneath his gaze that had warmth pooling into the pit of your stomach.

He grinned then, suddenly a bit mischievous in nature. “You know what would really help me de-stress, love?”

If you hadn’t seen where this was headed before, you certainly knew now— though that didn’t make you any less flustered. Even after so many months, physical intimacy with Kaveh still worked you up just as badly as it had the first time.

“I’ll do anything for you, Kaveh. You know that.” You murmured, cupping your own cheek in embarrassment.

You feel a light pressure around your limbs and waist, and suddenly you are hoisted into the air, hands together above your head and legs spread.

“Wait—what?!” You tried to struggle, but the grip that he had mehrak put you in was unshakable. You’d seen Kaveh use this function with mehrak countless times; to swing his claymore, to move building materials, but never once had you seen it used on anyone else. “K-Kaveh! What are y-you doing?!”

His head appeared between your legs, though he was still standing, and you could see now why he had hoisted you so high into the air.

“Just stay still for me, yeah? I want to look at you.”

“B-but—“

You were silenced by his long, cool fingers pushing his shirt from where it covered you, and your legs spread even wider, exposing you in your entirety to him. He smiled as he hooked his fingers into your panties, sliding them down your thighs and onto the floor at his feet.

You continued to squirm as your face bloomed with heat, trying to look away but entranced to watch him as he spread you apart, looking at your center with intense eyes.

He wiggles your labia around a bit, spreading you open and watching as the strands of your slick glisten between them.

He’s torturing you. Eyes never leaving your cunt as he gently thumbs at your clit, watching it twitch and relishing the moans you can’t bite back.

The teasing makes you ache, it makes pressure form behind your glossy eyes and deep inside you somewhere shameful. You can feel yourself clenching around nothing as he toys with you, poking and rubbing here and there as if to make sure his eyes don’t miss a single part of you.

He sees you struggling, and a laugh emerges— light and airy from his chest.

“Please… you’re teasing too much this time, Kaveh.” You manage to whimper.

“Oh?” He says, eyes still unwavering from your leaking hole. “What is it you want, my love?”

You keened, so frustrated with his not-enough-touches and the fact that he’s making you say it. You tried wiggling from the hold on you once more, but it only served to satisfy him more.

“Please!” You begged. “Please make me cum!” Your blush burned. You couldn’t take it anymore. You needed him, to feel him.

He hummed contently at your cries, finally looking up at you. His gaze burned with a lust so intense you don’t think you’ve seen it since the first time you ever shared your bodies with one another. It was an all consuming flame, and unlike the first time— this one didn’t startle you.

Kavehs passion was one of his best qualities, and seeing it take on this form, this desire for you— to have you, to make you his— was something you came to crave.

“Not yet.” He said. Tone leaning towards condescending. “I’m busy looking. You’ll let me keep looking, right?”

His gaze trailed back down your body to your aching core, where he continued to run his fingers along your folds, eyes heavy with lust at the slick he touched there.

“After all,” he said. “You're so very pretty, and you know how stressed I get. And playing with this pretty pussy of my very own helps sooo much, you know that dont you?”

His words were dripping in sex—in demeaning condescension, and you were about to explode because of it. You squirmed and struggled more, moaning and crying out at the weight of his heavy gaze, and the lightness of his thumb across your clit. It throbbed, sending waves of need up your limbs and making your hips buck against his touch.

“I really enjoy playing with you like this,” He said darkly. Times like these were the only moments Kaveh ever spoke down to you. He was typically very doting, loving, and non confrontational when it came to your relationship. But when you hear his voice sink like this, hear him speak as if he owns you, it sends your brain into overdrive.

Finally, finally he brings his tongue up your center, taking a nice firm lick from your clenching hole to your aching clit. He seems to add just the tiniest bit more pressure as his tongue rakes over your clit, and you squeal.

A low, shuddering orgasm overtakes you, and you crumple into it, trying to milk it for all its worth. You’re shocked that he keeps his tongue gently moving over your clit when he realizes what’s happening though he never moves to make it more intense. He works you through it gently, drinking up your cries of pleasure. Your clit throbs dully with each wave of your orgasm, and right before it becomes something closer to painful, he stops.

His large hands grip your thighs, and he watches as you continue to twitch with the aftershocks. He watches your orgasm subside, and laughs when you start to squirm needingly so soon after.

“Awe, poor sweet thing. Not enough?”

Your fucked out expression was nearly enough to break him. Tears streamed down your flushed cheeks, your eyelids drooped and heavy from the aftermath, but still sparkling with lust from the need for more.

Truly, Kaveh never felt more blessed than when in these moments with you, and he truly couldn’t even remember the specifics of what exactly had made him so unhappy in the first place.

He was sure he’d remember eventually, and go back to having more work to do, but for now, he’d rather just enjoy the fire you’ve brought from within him.

“Alright, alright.” He smiled. “I wasn’t done with you yet anyways.”

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togrowoldinv · 6 months

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Mistletoe

Kate Bishop x Female Reader

Kate puts up mistletoe all over the apartment, including in the bedroom

Warnings: 18+ please! Kissing, cursing, oral (K and R receiving), fingering (K and R receiving), Kate being cute but also hot

Note: A little early holiday-themed fic, but it’s mostly smut lol. Enjoy it!

Kate Bishop Masterlist, Main Masterlist

When you get to the apartment, you open the door to the sound of holiday music blaring from Kate’s speaker. You can’t help but shake your head affectionately at the sight of the apartment.

Decorations are strewn everywhere. Lights line the walls and ceiling, a Christmas tree is in the corner, and there are holiday-themed pillows and blankets all around.

“Kate, I’m home!” You call out over the music. You pet the dog and set your bags on the counter.

Kate emerges from the steps to her bedroom with a huge grin on her face. She is wearing a Christmas sweater. She walks to you and pulls you into a hug. You soak up her warm touch.

“Well, it looks like Christmas threw up in here,” you tell her, laughing at your own words.

“Is it too much?” Kate asks. “I just wanted our first Christmas together to be awesome.”

“It’s just right, Kate,” you assure her.

“Oh hey, check it out,” Kate says, she lifts her head up and you follow her gaze. “Mistletoe.”

“Mistletoe in November. Now, that’s quite a sight,” you joke.

Kate just shrugs and steps closer to you. Her hand brushes over your cheek as she leans in to kiss your lips softly. It feels like it does every time, absolutely perfect.

“I love you,” Kate says as she breaks the kiss.

“I love you too,” you reply. You really, really do.

Over the next couple of days, you find mistletoe all over the apartment. Kate just shrugs every time and kisses you sweetly. The mistletoe hangs over the kitchen counter, the front door, the couch, practically anywhere Kate could hang it.

Tonight, you and Kate went out to a nice dinner. She dressed in a long gray dress that hugs her just right. You’ve been thinking all night about getting her home and out of that dress. When you walk back into the apartment, you kiss her as you take her hand and lead her to the bedroom.

You trip over each other as you try to go up the stairs without breaking the kiss. Kate giggles and pulls you further up the stairs. She sits on the bed and it’s then that you notice the mistletoe hanging on the ceiling over the bed.

“Katherine Bishop,” you say. “You do know you don’t need mistletoe to convince me to kiss you. Especially over our bed.”

Kate shrugs and reaches for you. You step between her legs and her hands come to your hips.

“I’m just in the holiday mood,” she says.

“Mhm. What other mood might you be in?”

“The mood to make you feel so good tonight,” Kate says, her voice dropping to an even sexier tone.

You lean down and kiss her firmly. She gasps as you deepen the kiss quickly. Your hands run through her long hair as you move to sit on her lap. Kate takes the opportunity to lift you up and flip you onto the bed. It’s a little harsher than you were expecting, but the way she towers above you excites you.

“Will you be good for me, babygirl?” Kate asks.

She lays down to put pressure on you and her lips take to your neck. Her hands push your dress down your shoulders as she feels your breasts. Her warm fingers brush against your nipples as she plants hot, open-mouthed kisses over your neck and face.

“Fuck, Kate. I’ll do anything for you,” you breathe out.

“That’s my girl.”

She reaches behind your back and unzips your dress, slipping it down your body. Your lack of bra and underwear makes her smile mischievously.

“Seems you were expecting this, huh?” She asks.

“You’re the one who put mistletoe above the bed,” you counter.

“Mhm,” Kate mumbles. She kisses you again.

This time her hands move all over your body. One slips between your legs while the other finds its way to the back of your neck. She rubs her fingers over your folds.

“So fucking wet,” Kate says. “All for me.”

“All for you, Kate,” you say, closing your eyes in pleasure as she plunges a finger into you.

She’s so tall that it’s easy for her to suck on your nipples as she continues to work her fingers into you. She adds another finger and thrusts harder with every moan that you let out.

“God, I love you like this,” Kate says. “A mess for me.”

“Kate,” you groan.

It doesn’t take much longer for you to completely fall apart underneath her. She works you through your orgasm and pulls her fingers out of you. Kate brings them to her lips and sucks them, maintaining eye contact with you the whole time.

“Fuck me,” you mumble out.

Usually Kate would giggle, but she is so full of lust right now that she simply moves down your body. She leaves kisses all along the way until she lands between your legs.

“Kate, I want to taste you,” you tell her.

“Not yet,” she says firmly.

Who are you to deny her? You cry out as she licks a long stripe over your sensitive pussy. You’re still recovering from the first orgasm. You lift your hips in reaction, but Kate is quick to push them back down onto the bed.

She takes your clit into her mouth and sucks until you’re completely breathless. The only thing you can think about is the feeling of her lips on you. And she knows it.

“Come for me, baby,” Kate instructs you, her voice vibrating off of you.

You listen and come hard for her. Kate doesn’t relent until you’re practically pushing her away from your sensitive core. She grins and she moves up the bed and lays next to you.

After the rise and fall of your chest settles, she pulls you into her arms and on top of her still clothed body.

“You’re still wearing too many clothes,” you say. Kate chuckles.

“You’re welcome to undress me, babe.”

You lift her dress up her creamy legs, leaving kisses along the way, and up over her head. When you leave kisses over her chest, Kate pushes your head further down her body. She doesn’t want to be teased tonight.

Burying your face between her thighs, you rub your fingers over her wetness. Kate practically squirms under your touch. You push a finger into her to hear the sweet moans she lets out. Your lips move against her too, and Kate is already so close.

“Fuck baby,” Kate mumbles. “Fuck. Fuck.”

“Hmm,” you hum against her, glancing up to see her with her head back on the bed in pleasure.

Kate’s hips shake and still as she comes against you. She feels so good. You feel so good. You clean her up and move back up the bed.

The two of you lay in bed and she wraps an arm around you. You rest your head on her shoulder and sigh contentedly.

“Can we leave mistletoe up all year?” You ask her. Kate laughs and kisses your head.

“It really is magical,” she says.

You and Kate fall asleep, but anytime one of you wakes up kiss the other. It’s the most wonderful time of the year.

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samkerrworshipper · 6 months

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leah williamson x reader

warnings: smut, self harm, hurt n comfort with fluff n protective leah. 18+ minors dni.

There was country music thrumming across the living room, drowning out the background noise that came from the bustling London street outside the door of Leah’s house. You were both lying down on her couch, lazily making out, Leah was on top of you, her lips moving rhythmically against your own. It was sweet, the taste of Leah’s spearmint gum and glass of wine welcome on your tongue as you granted her access to your mouth. All you could hear was the sound of Chris Stapleton and laboured breathing as you both took a break to breathe every once and a while. The telly was playing behind Leah, a premier league game or something that neither of you had been paying much attention to once you’d gotten your hands on each other.

Leah’s hands were gently rested on your hips, her nails grazing up and down the delicate skin, her soft and luscious lips caressing yours like you were a piece of fine china, delicate to the touch. It put you on cloud 9, just allowing yourself to be completely enveloped by the pure love and adoration that was flowing from Leah’s body to your own. You felt immaculate, like you were made of a million dollars, Leah had a habit of making you feel that way. You’d never gotten past this stage, never beyond heated kisses and little feather light touches. Leah was cautious of how young you were, and as long as you were happy so was she. But right now, all you wanted was more, you felt desperately greedy as you allowed your hips to grind up into hers. Leah didn’t even notice the first time, until you bucked them up into her and her eyes bursted open, looking at you with a mixture of shock and complete adoration.

“We don’t have to do anything.”

Leah was an absolute golden retriever, never wanting to push you more than you could handle, but that also didn’t mean that she didn’t have desires of her own, desires to make you feel better than you ever had before.

Leah lowered her lips to your neck, sucking a light mark into your unembellished skin, leaving her mark on you. You moaned open lippedly, your hips arching upwards into her own, your back attending back into the pillows.

“Lee, please.”

Leah smirked against your neck, her innocent girl begging was something that she’d never get over. She lowered her head down your neck, to the top of the tank top you were wearing, kissing along the lines of it. She moved her mouth down, to the part of your stomach that was on show, the milky abdomen that she loved so dearly. She flattened her tongue out against your stomach, making you feel better than you ever had before with her tongue sensually sliding against your soft skin. Leah’s hands moved to hook into the waistband of your shorts and suddenly your had shot out to stop her.

Leah jerked away from you, a guilty look on her face as she looked down at you with regretful eyes.

“Fuck I’m so sorry, I read the situation wrong, we don’t have to do anything, I didn’t mean to push y-.”

You stopped Leah’s worrying before she could say anything else to you.

“Leah it was perfect, I wanted it. I just thought I should warn you, there’s a lot of scars on my thighs and hips, and I wouldn’t want you to feel uncomfortable about them.”

Your voice is anxious, full of uncertainty about what questions Leah might ask or what presumptions might come to her head. You knew this moment was inevitable. that as perfect has your relationship had been in the last few weeks, you were going to need to face your fears and eventually venture to this part of your relationship.

Leah moves back up your body, pressing a gentle peck to your lips and smiling against them.

“You're beautiful to me no matter what, if you feel comfortable I’d love for us to keep going. Have you done this before?”

Your lip jutted out between your teeth, your evident embarrassment about your virginity coming to light.

“Not exactly, but I’ve experimented and I feel safe with you, I don’t want us to stop.”

Leah nods her head against your lips, smiling and sliding her body back down yours, to the space she had previously occupied between your legs.

“I’ve got you sweetheart, we’ll just take it nice and slow.”

Leah’s hands rehooked into your waistband, this time with zero push back from you. When you nodded your head at her she smiled, pulling your shorts down tantalisingly slow. You bit the inside of your cheek, watching Leah’s face expressions closely as she tugged your shorts down to your knees. Suddenly you felt so vulnerable, so scared. Leah’s face didn’t falter, as she continued to tug your shorts down to your ankles and then down onto the end of the couch. She kept her eyes trained on the lines between your thighs, a completely neutral facial expression as she surveyed the tattered skin. It wasn’t something you were proud of, the raised skin all over the insides and outside of your thighs and hips. It wasn’t a pretty sight, there was a reason why you never wore bikinis in front of anybody. Leah did something you never would have expected, she leant down to the space between your thighs and gently placed a series of kisses to every single line. There were hundreds, she could spend hours between you thighs kissing them and it wouldn’t have mattered to her, all that mattered to her was making sure that you knew just how loved you were in her care.

“So beautiful, so perfect, so brave.”

Leah’s words were murmured warmly against your skin, there was nothing sexual about her actions, just complete honesty and pride at what you’d gone through to get to where you were. She took her time with the old, new, raised, red, white, faded. Every single one was equally important to her, every single one of the proof of just how brave you were, just how hard you’d fought.

“Lee, please.”

Your words were desperate, the image of Leah between your thighs mentally imprinting on your brain, like a tattoo to your skin. She was doing everything but dealing with the wet patch between your thighs though, the place where you desperately needed her the very most. Leah smiled up at you, the corners of her lips stretched tightly with a smile on her face.

“Is someone getting inpatient?”

Leah’s head came to rest on the inside of your thigh, as she looked up at you with hooded eyes that held pure desire in them.

“I need you.”

The pure want in your voice sent shivers down Leah’s back, shocking her straight to her core.

“I suppose.”

Leah’s hands came up to the elastic of your black thong, a simple enough piece, nothing particular about it, yet Leah felt like she could worship that item of clothing for months if you let her. She tugged it down though, down to your knees before deserting it and looking down to appreciate your glistening sex.

“So wet, I haven’t even touched you where it matters yet?”

You mewled at Leah, desperate for her to just give your dripping hole some much needed attention.

“Leah.”

She smirked at your needy tone, almost a whine.

“Fingers or mouth?”

It was such a simple question, and yet you struggled to answer out of the sheer amount of pleasure that the ultimatum brought you.

“Both.”

As soon as the words left your mouth Leah’s mouth was diving into your folds, licking a stripe from your clit all the way down to your hole. It was inexplicably perfect, and you let her know as much by the moans that feel sinfully from your lips. She licks again and again, and again, and again and again, until her lips finally suction to your clit and you almost fall from the couch from the electric shocks that are sent all over your body. Leah sucks gently, treating your clit like the treasure it is, savouring every single second that her mouth gets to taste you and learn what you like best.

“You taste so good, baby.”

Suddenly your hand is on top of your mouth, muffling the scream that Leah’s words force your body to produce from the pure desire coursing across your body. One of Leah’s arms comes to rest on top of your hips, to stop their unsynchronised bucking so she has a stabler grip on your pussy. Her voice sends vibrations across your sex, Leah suckles at your clit one last time before moving her head down to your hole, giving you her nose as a means to grind on. Your wound so tight from the simple actions that Leah knows you won’t last much longer, not that she minds, as long as your feeling pleasure thats what matters the most to her.

She thrusts her tongue into your sex and suddenly your thighs, the muscular thighs that not long ago Leah had been littering with adoration are wrapping around her head, somewhat cutting of Leah’s air supply. Leah doesn’t hesitate, only diving in further, helping you to chase your impending high. Leah’s hands come to rest on your thighs, pushing them open carefully so she can breathe and then diving back into your hole, thrusting her tongue in and out of it and resonating in the moans that fall from her mouth as she does. Leah’s taste buds are being completely bombarded with your scent and taste, it’s the best thing she’s ever experienced.

When she realises that you need a little bit more she brings one of her hands down from your hips and to your wetness. Your body jerks at the sensation of her rough pads making contact with your clit. Leah doesn’t spend long on it, replacing her fingers with her mouth and moving her fingers down to your clenching hole. It comes as no surprise to her when one of her digits slides in with zero resistance, your needy pussy sucking up whatever Leah gives it.

Leah begins a relentless pace, pumping her single digit in and out with rigour, It’s great, but you want and can take more.

“Leah, fuck, more.”

Leah only hums against your sensitive drippiness and on the next pump she adds another finger, slowing her strokes slightly to allow you to adjust to the intrusion. You’re so tight on her fingers, clenching down on her so hard that she has to put a little bit more effort into pushing her fingers in and out of your entrance.

When she begins to curl her fingers you're a goner, moaning wildly above her.

“Fuck Leah, fuck, fuck.”

The coil in your stomach is wound as tight as it can go, the need in your stomach at its capacity.

“Cum for me sweetheart, I’ve got you, cum all over my fingers.”

Leah’s words are enough of a booster for you, and in an almost embarrassing lot of moans and jerks your body is falling directly over the edge, your thighs shaking on either side of Leah’s head. You try to press your legs together, to protect your spasming cunt while it clenches and makes a mess all over Leah’s face, but she holds your legs open with her spare hand, desperate to see exactly what she’s done to you, the way she’s ruined your perfect little pussy. She guides you through your orgasm, gently cleaning you up with her mouth and easing her fingers out of your cunt when the aftershocks have dulled down. She cleans her fingers with her mouth, savouring the taste of you on her tongue. Once she was done cleaning up she snaked her way up your body, resting her head on your chest and admiring the thoroughly fucked-out facial expression that adorned your face.

“Your a devil.”

Leah only smiled at you, pressing a series of kisses all over your face, covering your skin with her lips.

“It was good?”

You nodded almost immediately, still shocked at how good Leah had been able to make you feel with just her fingers and mouth.

“It was perfect.”

The smile that graces Leah’s face is perfect, it’s full of happiness and pure bliss.

“Are you doing alright?”

Leah can’t help herself but ask, because the part of her that’s constantly worrying about her teammates is now worrying about you, worried if she’s been missing the signs that you're not doing okay.

“Leah I’m doing better than ever, you make me so happy, moving to Arsenal has been the best decision I’ve ever made.”

Leah nods dutifully, observing the information that warms her soul, knowing that you're happy and that her home is making you happy is music to her ears.

“Can I ask you why you do it, or did it?”

Leah’s voice is shaky, uncertain, she doesn’t want to push you, but she also wants to know this part of you, all she wants is to care about you and prove to you that she loves you like you deserve.

“How about we move up to bed and get into pjs and then I’ll explain it all to you, or as much as you want to hear?”

Leah nods quickly, pushing herself off the couch and picking you up easily, walking towards her bedroom. She helps you into the bathroom, the both of you doing your business and going about your night time routines. Whilst you’ve only been dating Leah for two months now, since you started at Arsenal, you’ve very quickly intertwined your life with hers, your toothbrush had a permanent space in Leah’s bathroom, your clothes in her wardrobe, your favourite snacks in her pantry. You stayed over at Leah’s house more often than not, claiming it was convenient because she was closer to the training ground. Leah loved your company so she was hardly one to object.

Once you’d both finished brushing your teeth and going about your nighttime skin care she dragged you into her wardrobe, throwing one of her hoodies and a pair of her boxers at you. You threw them on nonchalantly, watching curiously as Leah found her favourite oversized shirt, an old Arsenal one and a pair of sleep shorts. Once she was done you both walked into her room, her arm wrapped around your waist as she led you under the covers.

She leant her own body against the bed head, bringing your head to rest against her chest whilst she carded her fingers gently through your scalp. It was everything you’d grown to love about Leah, sure, Leah was terrifying on the pitch, terrifying as a captain, but in private she was one of the sweetest people you’d ever met.

“I started when I was 14.”

You let your words hang in the empty space, focusing on the feeling of Leah’s fingers working their way through your scalp, it was almost as good as the massages you got at the hairdressers when they were washing your hair.

“You don’t have to tell me anything if you don’t want to.”

Leah wants to know, she wants to know every single little detail about you, but she also doesn’t want to push you, good things come to people who wait, and as far as she’s concerned her biggest worry is you and making sure that you feel comfortable with her.

“No, I want to, I just haven’t really talked about it like this with anyone.”

Leah nods her head and continues her movements across your scalp, smiling to herself as you relax into her touch.

“It was my coping mechanism growing up, in a house with so many kids and parents who are stretched so thin isn’t easy, and I was going through a really tough time. So I turned to self harm, a few of my friends had been joking about it so I tried it. I never really did it with the attention of seriously harming myself or killing myself, it was just my stress reliever. It’s not a healthy coping mechanism, I know that, I’ve tried my hardest to quit it over the past years, I really have tried. I hae a therapist, you know that though, and we’ve been working on it for a few years, I’m 4 months clean currently, I’m trying my best.”

Leah just nods at your words, forever supportive of you.

“I’m not here to tell you what's wrong and right, obviously I would love for you not to hurt yourself, but I also understand that everyone has coping mechanisms that work for them, I bite my nails when I’m nervous, and obviously there not the same things but I have my ways of coping as well. All that matters to me is that you are happy and doing okay, you’re putting in the work through therapy, you're trying your hardest and that’s all that matters. I’m here to be your person, to be the person in your corner, not here to tell you that you’ve fucked up your life. You are so incredibly strong and brave y/n, that’s what I see in you, a girl who has struggled but she found a way to survive, a way to get herself through the day. Sure, cutting yourself isn’t the best alternative, but you learnt how to survive and I commend you for that, I commend you for finding a way to deal with all the pain that you were going through. I love you so much sweetheart, all I want is to support you and be here for whatever you need.”

You can feel tears welling up in your eyes, you bring the corner of Leah’s hoodie to your eyes, wiping away the wetness from your face.

“I love you too Lee.”

She smiled down at you, your face shining under the moonlight that was flowing in through the open curtains.

“I know sweetheart, now get some sleep, we can talk as much or as little about this in the morning.”

The topic doesn’t come up for a few more weeks, both you and Leah enjoying the absolute bliss that your relationship is providing. You're riding on cloud nine at Arsenal, scoring goals in most matches and earning your spot on the squad. You feel so happy, so secure, more than you ever had at any stage in your life, it all comes crashing down after a game though.

You didn’t even notice what was happening when it was being pointed out. You were post game, getting changed in the locker rooms after a tough loss to Chelsea 3-2. You weren’t really thinking straight, if you had been you would have waited until you were in the shower cubicle to get changed, but all you wanted to do was throw on some sweats and find Leah so she could take you home. You tugged off your shorts and compression shorts without much care, slinging them into the back of your locker whilst you searched through your bag for the sweatpants that you were sure you’d packed.

“Chook, what are those?”

It’s Katie’s deep Irish accent that catches your attention, your eyes moving to meet hers, which are fixated on the outside of your thighs. Katie’s voice attracts the attention of some of your neighbouring teammates and suddenly you're frozen to your spot, staring at the same marks Katie is looking at.

“Y/n/n, goo game darling.”

It’s Leah’s arms wrapping around your shoulders that draws your attention, her eyes quickly fall to where both you and Katie are looking.

“Mccabe, do we have a problem?”

Leah’s voice is so defensive, she had known this day was going to roll around at some stage, she’s just glad that she was here for you when it happened.

“Er, I was just asking y/n about what was on her thigh.”

You body goes rigid in Leah’s arms, Leah’s defensive mode doesn’t falter though.

“Hardly any of your business, I’d think.”

Katie gulps, but her confidence doesn’t waiver, and she’s now attracted the attention of Caitlin, your national teammate who is peeping over her girlfriends shoulder to get a view at what the focus of the three of you is. Caitlin’s eyebrow raises in questioning, but she doesn’t vocalise.

“Was just curious.”

Leah glares at Katie, and you can tell by the facial expression she’s going to bring this up at a later date with her, but not right now, not when you're present.

“Take your curiosity somewhere else.”

Leah’s hands reach for your sweatpants, and you're forever grateful as she hands them to you and you quickly slip them on. Leah helps you with your hoodie and packing up your bag, before leading you out of the rooms with one of her hands on the small of your back, guiding you out to her car. You don’t say anything much on the way there, but as soon as your in the safety on Leah’s car you just turn to her.

“Thank you, you don’t know how much I appreciated that.”

Your voice is quiet, shy, something that Leah wishes you’d never feel in front of her, but she understands that your teammates curiosity has gotten the best of you, and whilst she loves Katie like a sister, she’s just a little bit pissed off at her bluntness.

“Not a problem my love, I’ve got you remember, I’m here for you.”

Leah notices a change in you after that interaction, you shut down a little bit, especially in front of your teammates. She doesn’t push you, she understands that you're going through an adjustment period, plus you seem pretty happy when it’s just the two of you hanging out. That’s why she didn’t hesitate to go out tonight, it was a pre planned dinner with Alex and a few of their other mutual friends, you insisting that she go out and enjoy herself.

It’s a fairly relaxing night, Leah eats salmon and veggies, her go to when she’s out for dinner, drinks a glass of wine and catches up with her best friend, it’s nice, but she wants to come home to you, that’s why she stays sober, she doesn’t go out clubbing when Alex asks, because she has something to go home to now, somebody she can hold in her arms and feel so incredibly fulfilled. Alex jokes about Leah being completely infatuated with you, puppy love, and Leah can’t find any reason to deny it, because it’s true, she’s fallen head over heels in love with you. She leaves dinner at a more than reasonable time, just past nine.

She drives home with an almost giddy smile on her face and when she pulls into her driveway she can’t help but feel completely inebriated with the sheer amount of excitement coursing through her body at getting to see you, and love you and just be with you. She knocks her door open as she rushes through the entryway, her eyes searching for you. She doesn’t see you in the kitchen or lounge room, so after sliding her coat and shoes off she moves into her bedroom. When she doesn’t find you in bed she’s a little bit shocked, but then she hears the sound of the shower steadily beating down against the tiles of her bathroom and everything makes sense. She moves to the door, sliding it open, hoping to be rewarded with the sight of your beautiful naked form, and secretly hoping that maybe she’ll be able to join you. What she hadn’t expected was to find you sitting on her bathroom floor, a razor blade in one hand and red lines bleeding all over your thighs.

Your eyes snap up at Leah, unaware that she’d even entered the threshold of her house, let alone the bathroom that you were currently sitting on the floor in. Your eyes almost pop out of your skull, as do Leah’s as she realises exactly what’s going on. You shriek, involuntarily, absolutely terrified of the predicament that you’ve been found in. Leah freezes, her body unmoving as she stairs down at you, completely unsure what to do.

“Leah it’s not what it looks like.”

It’s exactly what it looks like, your sitting on her bathroom floor, with a razor pressed to your thigh, blood dripping steadily down you skin. It’s a sight that Leah never wanted nor expected to see, you’d been doing so well, she’d even sat in on one of your therapy appointments and talked with your psychologist about just how much of a change they’d seen in you since you’d made the move.

“Fuck-sorry, I didn’t mean to walk in on you- Fuck. Fuck, I’m going to go get some towels, and bandaids, and disinfectant.”

Leah’s words come out in shambles and you manage to soothe her with your own voice.

“Leah, beside me, I’ve got it all.”

Leah’s shocked at your preparedness, her eyes darting to the pile of supplies beside you, telling her that this was clearly premeditated.

“Okay-Fuck-I’m so sorry, do you need me to help? I should help, shouldn't I? Fuck, what do you need me to do?”

You nod at Leah, the both of you are clearly so unsure about this whole interaction. Leah’s brain seems to be short circuiting, and it doesn’t help with your uncertainty.

“Leah, just leave, I can sort this out myself.”

Your voice is short, dismissive, you don’t want to push Leah out but you're also so unsure right now and Leah’s own insecurity isn’t helping you. Leah’s captain instincts seem to kick in though, and before you can object she’s shaking her head and walking towards the shower, turning it off because it’s clearly not being used and then moving to sit down next to you.

“How about you let me clean you up, hmm? We’ll talk about it later, just let me look after you, you don’t have to do this all by yourself, I’m here for you.”

You look into Leah’s eyes, and whilst there’s still uncertainty hiding in them somewhere, she looks so much surer, so much more caring and you just nod your head helplessly, like a goldfish.

Leah reaches for your pile of supplies, first reaching for a damp towel and pressing it down onto the inside of your thighs, essentially using it as a form of absorption and tourniquet for your bleeding. She holds it like that for a few minutes, just waiting for your blood to clot. Once it does she throws the towel into her hamper and reaches for the disinfectant.

“This one will burn, just be brave for me yeah, my brave, strong, beautiful girl.”

Leah’s words of comfort do wonders for you, your body relaxing as Leah moves between your thighs. She smears a dollop of the disinfectant on her finger before gently bringing the pad of her index into contact with your scars.

You groan out in pain, the disinfectant searing as it ingrains itself in the lines that you’d inflicted on yourself. Leah tries her best to be quick about it, but she also does a thorough job, ensuring that none of the lines are going to get infected. Once she’s done with the disinfectant she moves for some bandages and takes her time addressing each individual scar. Once she’s done she pressed a kiss to every mark that she’d dressed, pressing her lips gently to the bandages. It makes you think of when your mother used to kiss every single football injury you’d procure, telling you it would feel better, and it never really did make it any better, but it made you feel safer, happier, like everything would keep moving even with the pain you were feeling in the moment. This time with Leah was no different, the action making you feel all cosy and warm on the inside, something that a few minutes ago you’d felt like was completely unachievable.

“I’m going to go get some shorts and water for you, is there anything else you need?”

You shake your head shyly, and take notice of the way that Leah palms the blade that you’d previously been using and watched as her eyes search around the bathroom to see if there are any more.

“That’s the only one.”

Leah nods and smiles at you, pressing a kiss to the point of you nose before leaving the bathroom.

She isn’t gone long, returning in a record amount of time with the water and shorts she’d gone out to get and a protein bar. She opens the bottle and packet of the bar for you, handing them to you whilst she sits herself back down in front of you and helps you into she shorts, being eternally careful of the bandages that she’d just put on your legs.

Once you’d drunk the water and eaten the bar she gives you a lopsided smile, on that tells you that you have a lot to talk about.

“How about we get into bed chook, tonights been a lot.”

You nod at Leah, she helps you off the floor and leads you into the bed, tucking you under the covers before lying down beside you.

Leah wraps one around your waist, her hand coming to hover on top of the scars that not long ago you’d inflicted on your own skin.

“I’m sorry.”

Your words are a whisper, meant for only you and Leah, not that there’s anybody in earshot to hear you.

“You’ve got nothing to be sorry for chook.”

Leah’s words come out as a sigh, she’s disappointed in you for a series of reasons, but not because of your actions.

“Why do you look disappointed then?”

Your hands fiddling with the corner of your pillow, your eyes trained on Leah as she ums and ahs over how to answer that question in the best way. She lets out a deep breath before speaking.

“I’m disappointed in myself for not seeing that you were struggling this much. Never at you though, I told you that I understand why you do this, and I meant it. I’m a little bit disappointed that you didn’t try to talk to me, but I understand that it’s not always that easy, I’m worried about you more than anything, chook and I was just a little bit shocked when I walked in on you. That’s not to say that I’m in any way shape or form angry with you, I could never be angry at you, I’m just doing a lot of thinking.”

You nod at Leah, trying to compartmentalise every single word that leaves her mouth.

“I didn’t want to bother you, especially when you were so excited to see Alex.”

Leah bites down on the inside of her cheek, she feels a little bit guilty about the fact that Alex had taken priority over you, tonight of all nights.

“Baby, I don’t care if I’m in the World Cup final, I want you to talk to me when your struggling. I love Alex, yes. But there’s a reason I came home so early to you tonight, because I wanted to spend my night cuddled up in bed with you, because that’s how I love to spend my free time, with you. I would pick you over anyone else in the world. You can always call me, I’m always here for you, I’m always going to be your crutch or tourniquet.”

Leah’s words bring tears to your eyes that you didn’t know where there, and it pulls a guttural sob from your lungs.

“I’m sorry, I was just so stressed, and feeling so alone and it was all I could think about, so I walked down to the drugstore and bought a blade, I wasn’t even sure if I was going to use it, but then it was in my palm and it felt so good and I missed it so much, but then you were home and I realised that I don’t have to do this anymore, because you make me so happy, you make life worth living and you make my world turn.”

Leah brings her hand up to rest on your cheek, her fingers brushing away the stray hairs that are falling down in front of your eyes.

“I love you too chook, you make me happier than anybody else in the world. I’m by your side for it all, this world will never be enough for you but I’ll try to okay, from now on it’s you and me against the world, and if you feel like this I want you to talk to me about it. I’m not going to try and stop you, but at least I’ll be by your side, I’ll bandage up your body and your bones and every single one of your bad days as well, okay? Just promise me that your going to try and talk to me about it, that’s all I care about, that you feel safe enough with me that you can talk to me.”

You nod at Leah, the fat, warm, wet tears dripping down your face. Leah’s thumb wipes them away, clearing your vision and allowing you to see the welcoming smile that has graced Leah’s lips.

“I promise, you make me feel safer than anybody else and I’m going to do my very best for you, because I love you and I want to be happy with and for you.”

Leah nods her head, it’s all she can ask for, that you are happy and healthy and doing well.

“I’ve got you sweetheart, if you're not doing it for yourself then do it for me, show me just how strong and brave you can be, whatever you need, I’m here.”

You nodded your head, letting Leah’s words sink in like a tattoo on your skin.

“I need hugs from you, right now, you need to hug me.”

Leah just chuckles, but she obliges your request, wrapping her arms around you tightly, tight enough for you to know that she’s never letting you go if she can help it.

#woso #woso community #leah williamson #lionesses #marry me rn #arsenal wfc #leah williamson x reader #golden retriever leah vibes #leah williamson is boyf #leah williamson is mother #leah makes me cry #i love leah williamson #leah williamson is mom #leah williamson imagine #pain #woso one shot #woso smut #woso imagines

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rabbits-rib · 17 days

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Rubbing my hands together like a evil fly

What's up pookie how are you, I have another request of it's okay :3

Some sfw and NSFW headcanons for Tim and Evan?

(the volleyball ones were so good I was giggling and kicking my legs ngl)

-🐟

HIII FISHY !! i'm soso happy you liked them :33 lmk if any of this should change !!

[NSFT] 🚬☠️ Tim Wright / Evan Myers x gn!reader sft and nsft headcanons :)

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Tim :

[SFT]

sappy guy honestly

he's got a lot of walls for you to get through, but as soon as you do he's the SWEETEST

he's a family man i can tell you that

whether that's y'all and some kids or y'all and some pets is up to you

he's the kinda guy to slow dance in the kitchen with you, quietly humming and tracing small circles into your back

he feels so guilty for it, but he does have a lot of reoccurring nightmares given what he's been through

he made need space, he may need comfort, but he just doesn't want you to be scared

that's honestly a major fear of his, making you scared of him in any way

it's a lot of his job and day to day, but he doesn't wanna do that to you. he knows you, he's let you into his life, he wants to keep you there

he honestly and truly does his best to keep you happy

he knows he can't get you everything he wishes he could, but he'll be damned if he doesn't try to make it up to you in other ways

[NSFT]

SPEAKING OF OTHER WAYYSSS

lord have mercy does this man love to praise you

every little thing you do, every little noise you make, he thinks it's the sweetest thing

not to say he won't be absolutely demolishing you, but he's definitely gonna be whispering deep, gravely praises into your ear while he does it

you have an almost constant hum of a low, "yeahh, that feel good, pretty? doin' so good for me, just a little more, i know you've got it in ya"

LOOOVES FUCKING YOU FROM THE BACK 🗣️

the control he has to use you however he wants reaaally gets him going

and he likes that you get to be as loud as you want, since most of the time he lasts long enough for your arms give out holding your body up that you're just a moaning mess against the pillows

he has

a secret

that he is EMBARRASSEDDDDDD about

it makes his head spin when you mark up his neck

he's so sensitive, poor thing has to grab onto your hips with a vice grip to keep himself grounded

if you catch him in the right moment while you're riding him and go for his neck, it's one of the few times you can hear him whimper

Evan :

[SFT]

HE IS SUCH A GOOF

complete dork and we love him for it

he's so obviously head over heels for you and it's the sweetest

if you like to talk about drama from work, school, etc he is PERFECT for over the top reactions

i feel like you guys have a lot of those moments where if there's a beat of silence in a conversation or just in general as soon as you guys make eye contact you burst out laughing at literally nothing

likes to play his music LOUDD

especially in the shower or while he's cleaning he is jamming way tf out and he absolutely wants you to join him

i think physical touch, words of affirmation and quality time are big things for him, so even if you're just there sitting on the couch while he's blasting music and smiling at him, he's over the moon

he's so silly and such a sap he'd do anything for you ☹️

[NSFT]

i can't imagine a world where Evan isn't loud

loves having you on top, you having any kind of control over him makes him melt

he is such a mess when he gets head

he's grabbing at anything he can, throwing his head back to let out whimpers and moans of your name

"o-ohh my god- babe please, please please it's s'much-"

HE CAN BE A SWEETHEART SOFT DOM THO

pressing your legs against your chest, panting and whimpering while trying his best to stay focused and keep an actual rhythm but you just feel so good around him his hips stutter and jolt against the back of your thighs

he always loves getting to see your face during anything

he wants to know he's doing good, and if he gets to watch your eyes roll back and hear you gasp out his name it's all he needs

he likes to talk you through it 😛

you could be on top riding him and as soon as he knows you're close he'd have a hand gripping your thigh or holding your hand, his voice low and adoring at he tells you "come on, baby, i got you, cum for me. i'm right here, i knoww, it feels so good, huh?"

#🐟#evan myers x reader #evan myers smut #tim wright x reader #tim wright smut #everymanhybrid x reader #marble hornets x reader #rabbit writings

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soulofapatrick · 1 year

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Behind the Scenes - Pedro Pascal x reader/OC

NOTES (edited): parst two and three have been written as requested: Never Letting You Go and Perfect Date

Pedro’s POV

"You guys ready?" Adam's voice is muffled as he calls through the blanket the costume team have covering him as they want to do a big reveal of the Bloater costume. Everyone cheers and we call count down to one before the blanket is dropped.

There's a small squeak and a hand is grabbing my left one tightly. Turning my head away from the most impressive bit of cgi and prosthetic I've ever seen I'm greeted by Y/N - Bella's older sister. She's got her eyes squeezed shut and her grip on my hand tightens as there's a mixture of fear and disgust on her face.

"It's okay," I wriggle her hand out of mine, ignoring her protests, so I can wrap my arm around her shoulders and pull her into my side. She wraps her arms around my waist and buries her face in my neck without thinking and it's nice.

Bella catches my eye, wiggling her eyebrows as Adam disappears back into the costume trailer to get out of that slimy suit. I hold Y/N for a few more minutes as people dissapate back to where they came from or their stations.

"Come on mama," I coo, watching the way her cheeks go a bright shade of red when she steps away and her emerald eyes struggle to raise to meet mine.

"I.. uh… I should-" She points to where Bella and Nico are talking before scurrying over to them. The younger girls take one look at Y/N and burst into laughter, Nico acting out a fake swoon with her hand pressed to her forehead. Y/N doesn't hesitate to throw Nico over her shoulder and sprint off somewhere with the younger girl shrieking with even more laughter and Bella chasing after them yelling about giving her best friend back.

I can't help but chuckle at the chaos of those three, the back of my mind yelling at me to go after Y/N as I'm missing the feel of her body against mine. It felt natural to have my arm around her and the feel of her lips brushing my neck even if accidental.

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The next time I see Y/N she's curled up on one of the couches we have on set, head dropping then flying up as if trying not to fall asleep. Bella's sat next to her, on her phone, not paying attention to her older sister.

"Oh my god," Nico appears next to me, scaring the absolute shit out of me. She always just appears out of goddamn nowhere and it's become a thing on set, "Go over there right now."

She's shoving me in the Ramsey sisters' direction so I do as she says, walking over to them and sitting in the open space between the two. Bella grins up at me before being called away by Nico, a knowing look passing between them that has my blood running slightly colder as they're up to something.

"Oh, hey Pedro," Y/N's sleep filled voice is even more beautiful than her normal voice, words slurring slightly as she rubs her eyes sleepily. I shrug off the jacket I'm wearing and ball it up into a pillow shape before placing it on my lap. Y/N meets my gaze before practically collapsing on the makeshift pillow, out like a light. I shift a little so I can comfortable rest an arm over her shoulder and scroll through social media while she gets her much needed rest.

She eventually shifts onto her back, her face turned towards me as soft sounds leave her plump, pretty pink lips. She looks so peaceful and it always surprises me how different Y/N and Bella look despite being siblings. Y/N has reddish auburn hair while Bella's is dark brown and while Bella has such a boyish build Y/N's is all soft curves. Her skin blemish free except a small silver scar that crosses over the left side of her lips and freckles decorate her cheeks.

Before I can stop myself I'm caressing her cheek, heart pounding at the way she snuffles slightly before leaning into the touch. Oh god, I'm in love.

Too soon set are calling for me and Bella to continue filming. I don't want to walk her but I can't get up without disturbing her so I shake her gently. She groans softly and her eyes flutter open, looking around before meeting mine where I'm leant over her. Her cheeks fill with colour again as she flies up as if being caught doing something she shouldn't.

"Here," I hold out my jacket for her to take as I stand, raising an eyebrow when she hesitates before she takes it with a quiet 'thank you'.

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We don't cross paths again until we're filming in Canmore. It's freezing and not many people want to spend their free time outside so it's also been quite quiet for all of us. I've seen glimspes of Y/N and Bella outsides of filming but there's an ache in my chest that I'm not going to give anyone the satisfaction of admitting Y/N is the only one who can fill it.

Y/N's on set today, playing a background characters from Jackson. She looks gorgeous as ever, the snowy backdrop making her ethereal looking, that blush when she meets my gaze brighter than ever.

The shooting goes by quickly before Bella and I collapse on the couch, both wrapped up in hoodies and jackets. She begins to excitedly show me some more fan edits that have been made in the last few weeks, some from being on set. I love my fans so much, I mean I am their cool slutty daddy.

Y/N stumbles over, nudging at my knees which makes me look up at her in confusion. She doesn't speak, prying my legs apart before dropping to the floor between them so she can rest her back on against the sofa and her head on my knee. The innocent action of her dropping to her knees now imprinted in my mind forever. The things she does to me.

I continue to converse with Bella and watch edits and clips with her while my hands subconsciously begins to card through Y/N's hair as she's on her phone. The moment is perfect and I wish we could stay like this but of course it doesn't last long because Bella's being called to film. She's about to do the part with her and David while Joel is injured.

My hands move from her hair to her shoulders, massaging the knots. Her hand that was holding her phone drops into her lap, head falling against my knee and a beautiful sound leaving her lips. The sound goes straight to my crotch and it finally breaks my resolve.

I'm tugging her up, slightly surprised how pliant she is in my hands, before making her face me. Her gaze falls to mine and her tongue darts out to wet her bottom lip before she's gasping when I grab her hips and yanking her onto my lap. She shifts a bit so her knees are comfortably either side of me and I don't loosen the tight grip I have on her hips until she's settled.

"God, you're perfect," I breathe, our faces inches apart as I brush my thumb over her bottom lips, relishing in the way her breath hitches. It's all it takes for me to tangle that hand in her hair and pull her into a bruising kiss. She retaliates, teeth nipping at my own bottom lip before letting out a gasp as I press her hips down against mine with my other hand. It's sloppy, hot and everything I've wanted from Y/N.

I grip her chin, guiding her into a dirtier kiss and relishing in the way she's so malleable, letting me lead. Daring to deepen the kiss I brush my tongue across her lips, groaning when I taste the strawberries I saw her snacking on earlier.

"Fuck," She utters as I begin to trail lips down her neck, leaving no exposed skin untouched. I want to worship every part of her; wanting to hear every little sound I draw from her-

"Ahem!"

Y/N's shrieking and tries to scramble off my lap by my hands tighten and she just buries her face in my jacket, not wanting to see who caught us. The person being Gabriel and he's wearing a shit eating grin.

"I'm glad you too stopped dancing around each other but you may have just scarred Bella so this," He waves a hand at us, a teasing lilt to his tone, "Keep it safe when not in your trailers."

Trailers. The thought of Y/N spread out below me in my trailer has me just about ready to carry her there now but I don't want to rush this. I want this to be perfect; I want us to be perfect.

"I want to ruin you," I growl experimentally in her ear once Gabriel's gone and she mewls, pressing her body against mine but keeping her face hidden. I guide her back, so she can meet my gaze before I say, "I don't want to rush us though. I want us to go at your-"

"Take me to your trailer and ruin me."

"Yes ma'am."

#pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal imagine #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal x y/n #Pedro Pascal x female reader #the last of us #the last of us 2 #bella ramsey #Joel Miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller fluff #joel miller x y/n

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daintylovers · 2 years

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it had all started with a snarky little comment from mike about how you just couldn’t keep your hands off him. to which you fired back about how he shouldn’t even be talking about that.

i mean does he not remember literally shoving you into the bathroom at chrissy cunninghams party because he couldn’t wait to walk a mile home??

and of course, being the competitive fuckers you both are, this sparked a little game. who ever breaks first, has to do whatever the winner says. this included no kissing, no grabbing, and absolutely no whispers of anything sexual related.

but both of you also forgot that hormones were a thing, so about three days into the contest you were feeling the withdrawal symptoms. another day went by and you ended up dreaming of mikes hands roaming your body, as you gave in and lost the competition.

needless to say, you almost broke that morning. but after catching mike staring at you from across the hall, there was a newfound hope that you might win.

he had been feeling it ever since the competition had started. what can he say, you angry always hits the spot for him. that day in the hall, all he was able to think about was you. sucking on your neck, hearing you whimper beneath him.

what broke the contest was when you were hanging out in his basement, five feet away from each other on the couch, and you were eating a fucking popsicle. it was starting to warm up in hawkins. perfect timing for you to wear that new mini skirt and enjoy one of mrs. wheelers complimentary popsicles.

mike lasted all of five minutes, just staring at you obscenely licking up and down the treat until he caved.

“alright, alright, you fucking win! i can’t take this anymore.” and then he was on top of you, the popsicle already being discarded carelessly onto the floor. (fuck it we ball)

“wait wait wait- hold on” you gasped, pushing him to an upright position. “ i won, remember. that means you do what i say.”

“well then say something bunny. you’ve got me in the palm of your hand” he whispered into your ear

“i want you in between my legs”

and that’s all he did. just position himself in between your thighs. of course he wasn’t going to play fair, nothings ever fair with that bitch.

“come on sweetheart, i don’t got all day. use your words and tell me what you want me to do while i’m sitting pretty in between these thighs”

“fuck you asshole” you said, but he knew you didn’t mean it. you were just getting all worked up over his words, well two can play at that game. “i want you in between my legs, eating me out like the good slut i know you can be.” god even saying the words had you squirming.

and boy was he quick to obey, flipping up your skirt and discarding your panties in record time. then he was lapping at your arousal like a starved man. which technically he was, but god you wouldn’t trade it for the world.

when his nose started to brush on your clit, he found himself having to grip your hip bones into place because you kept thrusting up into his face. from how hard he was grasping the delicate flesh, you wouldn’t be surprised if later, bruises started appearing.

all the while, you have one of the decorative pillows practically shoved in your mouth. i mean fuck, the rest of the wheeler family is watching t.v. right above you. one ill timed moan, and you both are done for.

the moment he pressed two fingers inside you and brushed against your walls, was the moment you collapsed. thankfully he had moved out of the way, only his arm in between your thighs as your legs smashed together, trying to keep him in place as you reached your high.

mike, being the good boyfriend he is, kept moving his fingers while you rode out your high. once you had settled, you turned to the red cheeked boy. he had your arousal coating his chin, staring at you like you held all the power in the world.

“well, that was fun. have a great time jerking off into a sock again” you said rather cheerily as you started to make your way to your discarded clothing items.

the look on his face was priceless, i mean surely you couldn’t be serious??? “wait, seriously??” he asked, trying to give you his best puppy dog eyes. he needed this, fuck he needed this so bad.

“don’t start something when you aren’t prepared to lose wheeler”

#stranger things #stranger things 4 #stranger things x reader #mike wheeler #mike wheeler x reader #mike wheeler smut

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spicy-picklez · 1 year

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Rainbow after a Storm(P9)

Includes:

Degradation, teasing, praise kink, using @gwendolinesgf ‘s suggestion of texting at work and @larissaswifey ‘s idea of Larissa taking Y/N out of class.

Characters:

Larissa Weems x 18yo reader (principal x student)

Summary:

Y/N’s first day back in classes doesn’t go so well and Larissa is there to comfort her. However, Larissa isn’t too happy when Y/N leaves a mess behind.

Word Count:

3.8k

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A/N: I’m sorry for making you wait so long for this chapter, last night was a year since my last not alive attempt so my mates and we went out drinking as I was halfway through this chapter. I’m lucky I don’t get hangovers otherwise it would’ve been longer before I finished this.

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The sharp sound of Larissa’s alarm jolts the both of you from your sleep. “Love, can you please shut that persistent fucking thing up?” You groan, turning your face into the pillow, voice groggy from sleep. A chuckle can be heard as she untangles herself from her embrace, rolling over to turn the alarm off. “Morning love.” She wraps her arms back around you, placing a tender kiss to your forehead. “Morning.” You grin as your eyes slowly run over her body, darting from one dark hickey flourishing on her skin to another. “Are you sure I have to go to classes again, my arms feeling ever so sore.” You cheekily grin, trying your luck as she gives you a side-eye. “Give me your arm.” She says, rolling her eyes, a smile pulls at her lips. Obeying her, you lift up your wrist.

“Oh you’re right Y/N, none of the stitches are holding it together anymore, there's blood everywhere and you’re crying out in pain over the fact I've been running my finger over one of the wounds.” She can’t stop the grin spreading over her face as she tries to remain serious. “Huh?” You look down, her finger was indeed running gently over the length of one of your wounds. “Oh… well, it was worth a shot.” She chuckles as her lips find their way to yours, sending electricity through your veins. You grab at her waist, pulling her exposed body closer against your own. “Now come on, up you get.”

She can’t help the chuckle that escapes her as you pout, huffing as you get out of bed. “So mean.” You say, walking over to the bathroom to grab out a bandage and gauze. “Oh absolutely. So cruel.” She says, grabbing her dressing gown and a towel before turning the shower on. “Now, out, I need a shower.”

Indulging her request, you gather your things and walk out the door. “You say that like I haven’t already seen every perfect inch of you, my love.” You say, closing the door after you.

“That doesn’t mean anything. Showers are my private karaoke time.” She responds and you laugh. “I’m well aware, my love.” You reply, remembering her attempt at singing Blu Cantrell’s ‘Hit Em Up Style’ during her shower after you got back from the waterfall yesterday. “Hey, just because I can shapeshift into the singer if I want to, doesn’t mean my true form gets the voice of them.” You let out a chuckle as she starts singing, or rather, attempting to sing the lyrics to Taylor Swift’s iconic “Dress”.

A grin stays plasters on your face throughout her shower, she may not be the best of singers but you still love hearing her voice. You’re fully dressed in your uniform with your arm bandaged by the time the shower turns off. Collapsing lazily over the edge of the couch, your legs hang off the armrest as you scroll through your phone. Fifteen minutes later, she emerges through the door with her hair pinned up and her usual makeup. “Love? You may want to check your neck before you leave the room.” You say, smirking as one of the more prominent hickeys on her body peeks out from her dress’ neckline. Her eyebrow raises before she walks back into the bathroom to check her neck in the mirror. “Y/N you cheeky little minx.”

“If you’re looking for an apology, you won’t be getting one. I don’t regret it one bit, my love.” You say as she reemerges at the bathroom door, dabbing an ungodly amount of concealer onto her neck. “I know you don’t but I’m sure you will be writing an apology of some sort with Coach Vlad tonight.” You look at her, raising an eyebrow in confusion. “Don’t tell me you’ve already forgotten about your detention. Just because we’re girlfriends now, it does not mean that you get out of detention.” Realisation hits you as you remember the events in which you shot Marilyn’s plant off the table. While you weren’t aiming for it, you do have to admit it was a very nice shot. “In all honesty Riss, I did actually forget about it. After school in the Coach's office like usual?” She shakes her head in exasperation as she turns back into the bathroom. “You hurt my brain sometimes, love. But yes, same time and place.”

Checking your phone, you groan when you see the time. 8.43am. Larissa exits the bathroom, her hickey now slightly less visible. Standing up, you place a gentle kiss on her cheek. “Right well, I have botanical sciences first so I should be going, we're out in the greenhouse today. I would never want to upset my favourite Ms Thornhill.” The sarcasm drips off your voice as you say the last part. “Alright my love. I’ll see you later.” She says, watching you walk out the door.

“Oi Xave!” You call out, seeing the familiar long brown hair peeking above everyone else’s in the courtyard. He turns out and waits for you to catch up, pulling you into a hug. “You smell like Weems, Pebalbs.” Falling into step with him, you can’t help but laugh. “I do live in her room Xave. It’s rather difficult to not smell like her when her entire room is covered in her scent.” The greenhouse comes into view as you say this. “Fair point, I guess.” He shrugs, opening the door for you to walk through.

Taking your seats, Ms Thornhill gives the two of you a gentle smile. Well, it was more directed at Xavier than you. Keeping your bandaged arm under the desk, you rest your head on your hand, propping yourself up on the desk with your right elbow. Wednesday slides into the chair on your left as the bell rings. “Hey Nesie, I know you're not a fan of the whole closeness thing but if you could move your chair closer to mine that’d be great.” You subtly signal at Yoko and Divina sitting behind you, staring at the bandages peeking out from your sleeve, whispering to each other. She glares at them, following their gaze down to your arm and immediately moves her chair closer to yours as Ms Thornhill greets the class.

“Right, who can tell me about the qualities of Scilla Madeirensis or more commonly known as Hyacinths?” Ms Thornhill says, pulling out the gorgeous purple plant and placing it onto the bench. “The entire plant is poisonous, contact with it causes severe discomfort.” Bianca pipes up behind you, her eyes glaring into the back of your head. “The poisonous quality of the plant is what allows it to survive in its hostile environment as no animal can touch it without dying.” You shoot back. “It’s thought to be going extinct in the wild, found mainly on the steep rocky cliffs of Madeira. Clearly it chooses quality over quantity.” Wednesday joins in, also shooting a jab at Bianca.

Ms Thornhill leans against her desk, rubbing her temples. “Girls, girls, girls. Could we please get through one lesson without you attacking each other?” Giving her an innocent smile, you agree. “Of course Ms Thornhill, as soon as the three behind me stop gawking at my arm.”

“Well it’s not my fault you’re a depressed psycho.” Yoko laughs, a sneer on her face. Now she’s done it. One second you’re in your seat, the next, your hand reaches out to grab at Yoko’s shirt as you stand, turning around to face her. Two sets of hands reach out to hold you back. Nesie desperately trying to hold your clenched back from socking Yoko in the face. Xavier just wrapping his arms around your waist and digging his heels in to stop you from going any further. Bianca and Divina desperately try to pull Yoko away from your grasp but you weren’t letting her go that easily.

“ENOUGH.” Ms Thornhill’s sweet demeanour quickly disappears, her eyebrows furrowed together as she slams her hands down on her desk. “Stop commenting on people’s bodies, you don’t know what they’ve been through.” She glares at the three behind you. “And you.” She continues, her narrowed eyes switching to yours. “Principal’s office. Now. I will be sending an email to her to let her know the reasons.” You look at her in shock. “Ms Thornhill, I’ve already missed two classes, I can’t afford to miss another, I’ll fall behind!” You say in protest. “Not my problem Y/N, now grab your things and go.”

The door slams behind you as you walk out, angrily muttering. “Fucking bitch.” You weren’t heading back to the school though, taking a right at the pathway, you head off towards the forest. You stand against a solitary tree, letting yourself slowly fall to the ground as your head falls onto your knees.

Larissa was mindlessly staring at her laptop screen as Marilyn’s notification came through, her heart skipping a beat as she saw your name in the subject line.

From: Marilyn Thornhill

To: Larissa Weems.

Hi Larissa,

Just letting you know that I am sending Y/N to your office. There was an incident involving her, Bianca, Yoko, and Divina, regarding her recent injury. I’ll let you deal with her accordingly.

Best wishes,

Marilyn Thornhill.

Many questions run through Larissa’s head as she reads this. What incident? What about her injury? Is Y/N ok? Where is Y/N? She looks out the window, hoping to see you walking into the main school building. Unfortunately, she wasn’t that lucky. Returning to her computer, she types in a reply.

Hi Marilyn,

Thanks for letting me know. What exactly happened?

Larissa Weems,

Principal of Nevermore Academy

She lets her signature autofill as she presses send, pulling out her phone.

You feel your phone vibrate against your leg as the tears freely fall down your face. Wiping them away, you glance at your phone.

L♥️: Are you ok my love?

L♥️: Marilyn mentioned something happened, what's wrong darling?

You: Nothing, I just overreacted.

L♥️: Love, you may go overboard with your reactions but I know you. You’ll only do it if something triggers you. So what’s up?

You: The uniform sleeves don't quite cover my bandages. Yoko, Divina, and Bianca were all gossiping about it. Yoko called me a depressed psycho. I stood up to punch her but Nesie and Xave stopped me.

L♥️: And you’re the one Marilyn chose to send to my office? Where are you by the way?

You: Out near the forest, by the tree thats away from the others.

She grabs her binoculars as she receives your text, looking at the window. Sure enough, she sees you in a ball by the tree.

L♥️: Did you want me to come down?

You: Do you have work to do?

L♥️: Admittedly, yes. But I’d drop it if you need me.

You: While I’d love to see you, you should work. I’ll be ok, love.

L♥️: Ok darling, text me if you need anything. You look delicious in red by the way.

Red? You weren’t wearing- oh. You spread your legs wider, allowing her a better view up your skirt.

You: I thought you’d like them. ;) Didn’t think this would be how you saw them though.

L♥️: You sexy little brat.

You: Go back to work, Riss. If you’re lucky you’ll see them in person later.

L♥️: If I’m lucky? Lets not forget who owns you, darling.

You: That's now how it seemed last night when you were wrapped around my fingers, moaning like a pretty little slut.

L♥️: Don’t get used to it, love. It’ll be you screaming for me soon.

You: We’ll see bubs, now go back to your work.

Both of your cores were hot with desire as you put your phones down. Taking one last look at you, Larissa turns back to her work. Putting in your headphones, you go on Spotify, pressing play on your playlist. COFFIN by PLVTINUM fills your ears as you lean your head back against the tree.

“Cause I’m about to spend a month’s pay on cocaine. Fuck a bitch who got a boyfriend, spit in his face. Take a motherfucking nine M to my brain. Put my body in designer, in my coffin.” You softly sing along to the lyrics, your head resting back against the tree.

The bell to end the period makes your eyes fly open. Shit. Quickly getting up, you sprint back onto school grounds, barely making it to fencing in time. The next bell rings as you hurriedly fling open the door. Yoko, Divina, and Bianca all look you up and down with a disapproving look as you head over to Nesie and Xave. “You ok?” They mouth and you nod back in response. “Y/N, glad you could make it, where’s your fencing uniform?” Rubbing your neck, you look back at him. “Sorry coach, I have it here, I just had to sort a few things out with Principal Weems last period.” He stares at you for a few seconds, face expressionless as he tries to find any sign of lying. “Alright just go get dressed. You’ll be fencing with Wednesday.”

You head into the changing rooms, quickly chucking your suit on and walk back out, your mask and sword in hand. “What happened?” Nesie asks as she pulls her mask on, readying up. You do the same as you reply. “Nothing. I didn’t go to her office. I just went and sat by a tree. She just checked up on me over text to make sure I was ok.” Coach Vlad’s voice interrupts any form of response she was going to say as he walks over to start our bout. "Prête, ALLEZ!”

You’d learned to read Wednesday’s fencing quite well, her usually taking the offence as you sit back and wait until she slipped up. However, she’d started to pick up on your tricks too so your fencing matches usually lasted a lot longer than everyone else. You let her try an attack on you, parrying each one. You feint an attack, before lunging forward and making contact with her chest. “Point to Y/N. Reset.”

Breathing heavily, the two of you return to en garde. “Allez!” The sound of metal on metal rings through the room as the two of you go through a series of attacks, you lunge forward but she counter-parries your attempt. Quickly moving back, she pushes you towards the end of the piste. All attempts at regaining your control are parried and your foot finally goes off the strip. “Point to Wednesday. Tie point, reset.” By now, everyone else has finished their bouts and are now standing watching your final match. “Let’s go Y/N.” Nesie teases as the two of you return to your starting points. You can’t help but laugh. “Bring it on, you’re going down.”

“Allez.”

The two of you burst into action. She lunges forward, you quickly parrying her attack before she remises. Again you block her attempt before performing an attack of your own. The sound of your blades connecting with each other is clearly heard through the room as she successfully parries your attack, her lunging forward again to try catch you off guard. At this, you quickly duck down under her blade, placing a jab on her chest. “Point to Y/N. Good bout you two.” Taking off your masks, the two of you are covered in sweat as you grin. “I let you win.” She says making you chuckle. “Sure you did Nesie.”

“All of you, go get a drink. We have time for one more bout before you can get changed.” Coach says as you immediately rush for your drink bottle. Xavier and Ajax come up to the two of you as you gulp back your drink. “Nice work you two, you’re always the last to finish.”

Ajax grins. “Yeah well, Nesie knows how to put up a good fight.”

“So did you get in trouble with Principal Weems earlier?” Xavier quips and you shake your head in response, repeating what you said to Nesie earlier. “Didn’t go. I just sat by the edge of the forest, she just texted when she got Ms Thornhill’s email, to make sure I was ok.”

“I wish I was in the Principal’s good book.” Ajax says, annoyedly and you laugh.

“Everyone back in your pairs.” Coach says, using that as his excuse to shut us up. “Everyone sorted?” A chorus of nods and ‘yep’s is returned back to him. "Prête, allez!”

For some, the bouts were over by the time your’s and Nesie’s was just getting interesting. Again, you two were the last to finish. Again, you beat her 2 to 1. She had scored the first point and you got the last two. “Every time I think I’m getting a grasp on your technique you switch it up.” She says, annoyedly as you take your mask off, your hair damp from sweat as is hers. Both of you struggle to regain your breath as you walk into the changing rooms. “Sorry Nesie.” You grin, turning on the shower as she does the same in the next stall. Quickly ridding yourself of sweat, you get back into your uniform as the bell for a 20 minute interval rings. Nesie exits her stall not long after, falling into step with you. Reaching the quad, you see your group already chilling in a circle at one of the tables.

“So how’s it going being back in classes?” Eugene’s question earns a death stare from you. “Jesus Y/N! That bad?” Enid can’t stop the chuckle escaping her. Wednesday sits down beside her, placing a kiss on Enid’s cheek as she does. “I wouldn’t joke about it cara mia, it genuinely isn’t going well.” Her voice is soft as she murmurs this, leaning against Enid’s shoulder. “What happened?” Ajax says, still not fully aware of the previous events of the day.

“Well first off, I had to be here. Larissa’s alarm went off at an ungodly early time and she wouldn’t let me stay in bed to sleep. I’ve also got detention every day this week so that's not too great either. But the main one was in botanical science. Yoko, Divina, and Bianca were making fun of my arm because my sleeves don’t fully cover the bandage. Yoko said I’m a depressed psycho. Naturally, I went to knock her the fuck out but unfortunately, didn’t get that far. Get this, Ms Thornhill said I was the one that had to go to Larissa’s office. Not the cunts that were gossiping about my arm and calling me names.” Your fingers reach up to rub your temples as you say this. You feel your phone in your pocket, reaching in to grab it, you see a new message from Larissa.

L♥️: Are you ok my love? You look stressed. Beautiful, but stressed.

You: Do you make it a habit of watching me at school? Yeah I’m ok darling, don’t worry about me.

Flicking your head back to the others, they’re all smirking. Nesie especially. That’s when you realise the heat that’s spreading over your cheeks. Clearing your throat, you apologise. “I’m sorry, what's going on?”

“Well I was asking what Principal Weems thought of the whole thing but you didn’t appear to hear me because you started smiling at your phone, blushing like a fucking idiot. Has our little Y/N found someone?” Enid says, a grin on her face.

“I- yeah. A girl I met in Jericho the other day.” The lie falls easily from your lips to a collection of gasps from the group, Nesie just continues to smirk, folding her arms over her chest. “Aww Y/N! I’m so happy for you!” Enid’s arms pull you into an unexpected and very excited hug. Carefully extracting yourself from her embrace, you smile. “Thanks Enid.”

L♥️: More so lately than before but yes, I guess I do. You saying don’t worry about me makes me worry about you more because that’s how I know you’re not ok. Now come on, spill love.

You: I just have no motivation because no matter how hard I try to hide my arm, everyone comments or gawks at it. Doesn’t help that I was versing Nesie in fencing so I’m absolutely exhausted, she always puts up a fight.

L♥️: I’m sorry, my love. Is there anything I can do?

L♥️: I don’t think I’ve seen you fencing but I’ve heard so many things about it. I can imagine you’d be going for a while against Wednesday.

You: No detention? 🤔

L♥️: Nice try love but no.

You: Goddamn it.

You: Was worth a shot right?

L♥️: Sure it was darling.

The rest of the day dragged on. Although your friends helped you hide your arm from everyone, it was incredibly hard when you didn’t have them. The countless wide-eyed stares followed by not so hushed whispers about the fact that you’re a freak, or you wanna die. Truth be told, since moving into Larissa’s quarters, you hadn’t had a single thought about hurting yourself but those comments definitely brought back some unpleasant feelings. You open the door to Coach Vlad’s office as the bell rang to end the school day.

“Ah Y/N. You’ll be writing an apology to Ms Thornhill. It needs to be at least a page long and explain why your actions were dangerous and unacceptable.” He says, handing you a couple of sheets of refill paper and a pen.

“Yeah great whatever.” Taking the paper and pen from him, you slump down in the corner of the room, putting in your headphones and grabbing a book to press on. You had only written a few sentences before the door opened. Assuming it was just another student, you didn’t avert your gaze from your letter until you heard the familiar soft voice that makes your heart skip a beat.

“Sorry about the interruption Vlad but there’s been a change of plans. Y/N needs to help sort out a mess she left me to deal with earlier today.” She says, giving Coach a smile. You just look up at her confused, what mess? You left everything where you’d found it when you left this morning. “Y/N, off you go.” The minute those words leave Coach’s mouth, you’re already walking out the door, not waiting for him to change his mind.

“Riss, what mess?” You say, hurriedly trying to keep up with her long brisk stride as she walks through the corridors. She doesn’t say anything, just increases her speed. The minute you enter her office, she shuts the door, locking it as she slams your back up against it, her hand around your throat. Gently kissing down your neck, eliciting a soft moan from you, she pauses.

“The mess you left me with is me. I couldn’t focus on anything but you since you spread your gorgeous legs down at the tree. Now you’re going to be a good little toy and let me fix it.”

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#larissa weems #larissa x reader #principal weems #woman x woman #nevermore #forbidden love #forbidden romance

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standing-restart · 1 year

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Hi bestie I’m so glad you are back, since requests are open could I request something like this

https://at.tumblr.com/standing-restart/710252215539040256/tziw23sbbytw

With lance please.

Yes bestie, you absolutely can! Have a screenshot of the post for the mobile bound friends <3

Lance gets moments like these from time to time, where you can see the tension in his frame when he gets back from a frustrating weekend, or a particular boring meeting with the team. He's always under pressure, and all you want to do is calm him down.

It's so easy for you to sit on the couch, allow your gaze to flutter down to his bulge. He's fucked you here often enough, sprawled out between the decorative pillows. It's all too easy to think back on all the times he's made you feel good (you can do the same for him now)

He still takes the lead, even when you're the one who put your hand on his thigh, signalling that it's okay for him to let go. Lance is always the one who starts a scene, but he does wait for your go-ahead.

His voice is a whisper in your ear, dripping with his usual confidence, even when you can still notice the tension in his shoulders. His hand resting on your knee. Fingertips ghosting across your underwear (he has a preference for you keeping your panties on for as long as possible. This won't be the first pair he's ruined.)

"It's alright," he whispers as he pulls you onto his lap, pushing your underwear to the side to put a finger slowly inside of you. "I know you want me to fuck you like the good fucktoy you are."

You're allowed to hide your face in the crook of his neck for now. You're allowed to be shy for a bit. Not for long, though, because he'll want to see you - later, when you're blissed out seated on his cock. But for now, you're encouraged to hide away while he kisses your cheek and your temple.

"You just miss me when I'm gone, don't you? That's alright. You're just a bit dumb when you need my cock." Lance laughs, showering you with a few more kisses, his thumb playing with your clit. "No need to think now, I'll give you what you want. And what you need is just to be my favourite slut, right?"

He showers you in praise, says you're so good for him when he once again takes you on the couch. You're seated on his lap, his cock deep inside of you as he plays with your clit. Lance takes it slow, biting the skin of your shoulder to mark you up, one hand digging into the skin of your hips.

Before long, he will press his thumb against your bottom lip. Forcing you to open your mouth, pressing down against your tongue until you can feel yourself drooling.

He loves it messy. Loves it when you can't control yourself and your eyes gloss over ever so slightly. "There you go, my perfect little fucktoy." he always means it when he says, always says it so sweetly, too.

He talks you through it, tells you to be good and take more of him. Tells you to bounce your pretty ass on his cock. He keeps your mouth filled with his thumb, whispering into your ear.

Neither one of you know how long you're like that, with him degrading you and using you in the sweetest way possible. All you know is that when he cleans you up with a soft towel, and he's handed you a cold bottle of water, there's a lot less tension in his shoulders than there was before.

#oeeeeeeh yeah!#nsfw.txt #LS #anon #dom!LS

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chocoluckchipz · 1 year

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Dreams Of You - 21

Marinette

She was warm. Warm and cozy and wrapped in something firm yet gentle, something that felt like happiness and home, like a ray of sunshine on a rainy day.

She didn’t want to move. She wouldn’t have even thought of moving if not for her hand starting to tingle and ache. Perhaps if she’d just shifted a bit…

Her pillow whimpered and pulled her closer, warm breath gliding over her skin as someone's lips placed a tender kiss on her forehead.

“Good morning, Princess,” that someone whispered into her ear.

Marinette scrunched her nose and turned towards the warmth, burying her face into the comfort of what smelled suspiciously like Adrien: intoxicatingly perfect and divine. She snuggled closer.

“I love you,” he whispered again, gently nuzzling her cheek.

Marinette creaked one eye open. A sleepy smile stretched her lips. “Good morning, Chaton.” Snuggling back into him, she closed her eyes in delight. A few more minutes wouldn’t hurt.

Adrien tightened his hold on her. “I wish I could wake up like this every morning.”

A giggle slipped her. “On a couch?”

“If it means you’ll be in my arms, then yes, absolutely.” He brushed his lips against her cheek. Then, at the corner of her lips. Next, traced her jaw with an array of butterfly-light touches before shifting his attention to her neck.

Marinette nibbled on her lip, sucking in a breath. She loved Adrien’s kisses. She spent quite some time indulging in them these days, both in this and their dream realities. But, to the best of her understanding, they were still on a couch in her living room, and it was Christmas morning, meaning her father would burst into this room at any moment because everyone in Dupont knew how overly excited Tom Dupain was about Christmas presents. And it wasn’t like she thought that getting caught making out with her boyfriend by her parents was anything to be ashamed of but…

“Something’s on your mind?” Adrien asked, pulling away.

She nodded slightly. “We should get up. Before Maman and Papa come.” She didn’t move an inch.

“Okay.” Adrien breathed out, cradling her cheek and closing the distance between them.

Marinette’s eyes fluttered closed, her heart soaring at the gentleness of his touch, the trembling of his fingertips on her skin, his—

“Good morning, kids!!!” With the sound of the door swinging open, Tom’s voice thundered through the room.

Pushing Adrien back, Marinette scrambled away only to grab for him as he fell off the couch. No such luck. The man hit the floor with a thud, a smile quivering on his lips even as he looked up at her like a kicked puppy.

“I’m so sorry. Did I hurt you again?”

Adrien chuckled. “Only my pride.”

"Did you, kids, fall asleep here?" Sabine looked at them from behind the couch.

“The movie was boring, I was tired, and Adrien is comfortable to sleep on.” Marinette’s cheeks flamed under her parents’ knowing smiles. She abruptly stood and quickly fixed her clothes. “I need coffee.”

"I'll make you some, dear," Sabine said, heading for the kitchen. "Would you like some too, Adrien?"

He looked at the woman, then his eyes shifted to Tom. “Does that count as breakfast? Because I’ve been told I’m the cook this morning.”

“Now, who would tell you such a thing?” Tom’s smile was nothing short of sly. “Most importantly when?”

“Your daughter, Tom,” Adrien responded. “In my dream, just a few hours ago. But you do realize how unreliable of a test that is, don’t you? You should’ve at least sent me home for the night and confiscated our cell phones for this to be somewhat trustworthy.”

“Perhaps.” Tom shrugged. “But I know my daughter. She wouldn’t cheat. Right, pumpkin?”

A corner of Marinette’s lips curled. “What’s the point of a victory if I don’t earn it fair and square?”

"There you go.” Tom chuckled, patting her on the shoulder proudly. “I didn't raise a cheater."

“So, we pass?”

“For now.” There was another glint of mischief in his eyes. “There is something else I need to test before I’m satisfied.”

“And that would be?” Marinette asked.

Tom turned to Adrien. “Say, how destructive are your powers? Do you just break stuff, or can you vaporize it?”

“I can do both,” Adrien said.

“Perfect.” Tom grinned. “Then, you wouldn’t mind cleaning—I mean demonstrating your powers by vaporizing some of the stuff I have stored in the backroom?”

Sabine and Marinette rolled their eyes in unison, their exasperated groans synching.

Adrien chuckled. “Of course. Just show me what you want to be vaporized for my demonstration.”

“That’s my boy.” Tom laughed, patting Adrien’s shoulder and settling down beside the Christmas tree. “Now, let’s open the presents. I know Marinette’s dying to see what you got her, son.”

“I am not,” Marinette protested, plopping on the floor beside her father, a sly grin on her lips. “And to prove it, I’ll open Adrien’s present last.”

“Are you sure, sweetheart?” Tom fished an irregularly shaped package from under the tree. It was wrapped in red paper with black polka dots, sporting a huge white bow on top. “It’s something soft. Aren’t you curious? Even a tiny bit?”

Marinette grabbed Adrien’s present from her father and set it behind herself. “Of course, I’m curious, but not as much as you seem to be. Let’s open yours first.”

“Alright, alright.” Tom visibly deflated, reaching for a neatly wrapped box with his name on it.

A new apron Marinette had made him did impress Tom. However, an antique recipe book her mother had gifted him was a clear winner. Apparently, he’d been trying to track it down for months. Not even Adrien’s classic route of a bottle of vintage wine could stand a chance.

“That’s for dinner tonight.” Tom grinned. “You have good taste in wine, Adrien. I’ve tried this one a few times before, and let me tell you, those were some of the best drinks I’ve ever had.”

“Good to know our tastes match.” Adrien mirrored Tom’s grin. “I’ll know what to get you next time I need to appease you.”

Tom laughed. “Looking forward to it.”

“Maman, this is for you.” Marinette passed Sabine a few packages.

Sabine opened the one from Adrien first, barely suppressing a gasp as she unwrapped the most gorgeous crystal vase either of them had ever seen. Marinette’s handmade necklace and Tom's store-bought earrings couldn't hold her attention for long after that, even though the duo went through the trouble of coordinating their gifts so that the jewelry would look like a set.

“Your turn.” Marinette passed Adrien a box from her parents.

“Nothing too fancy,” Tom said, “But you need one of these.”

Adrien's face lit up as he unwrapped a deep black game console controller with neon green accents. Everyone in the Dupain-Cheng family had one customized to their preferences. Adrien always had to borrow someone else’s. Now, he had his own.

Marinette grinned proudly. Her papa had gotten it for him before they had even learned about the soulmate thing.

“Can I open this one now?” Adrien pointed at the blue box tied with a pink ribbon.

“Sure.” She pushed closer to him, her breath hitching in her chest. Her first Christmas present to Adrien. Her first real present to him.

Adrien stared at the inside of the box for a whole ten seconds before reaching in and running his fingers over the fibers. “It’s so soft.”

“I know it isn’t green.” Marinette pulled a sky-blue, cashmere scarf she had knitted and re-knitted a few times in the past couple of weeks out of the box. Wrapping it around Adrien’s neck a few times, she mumbled under her breath. "I figured since you have green eyes, you probably already have a lot of green stuff and wouldn’t mind something different. And this particular shade of blue goes well with your blond hair and complements your skin tone as well as your eyes. Plus, cashmere is known for its silkiness and warmth, but I couldn’t find it in the exact green shade of your eyes, and I really couldn’t justify going with anything else, so well—”

“You're going to strangle him, sweetheart,” her father interrupted. “Let the man breathe.”

“I—” Marinette jerked her hands back, her gaze falling to the floor. “I’m sorry.”

Adrien reached for her, pulling her into a tight hug. “I love it. Thank you.”

“You do?” Marinette pulled back. “It’s just a scarf, and I know you have everything, so I was nervous—”

“I love it.” He squeezed her tighter, looking straight into her eyes. “You made it with your own hands for me. There’s no way I wouldn’t love it. It’s perfect.”

Marinette let out a breath she wasn’t aware she had been holding. It was stupid to worry, but she couldn’t help it. “I’m glad.”

"Now, for Marinette's presents," Tom butted in and shoved one of the two packages left into her hands. "This is from us. A new sketchbook. One of those leather-bound ones. Enjoy!" He proceeded to push Adrien’s present on top of his. “Last one. Open up.”

“Really, Papa?” Marinette gave him an unimpressed look.

“Don’t tell me you aren’t interested in what your soulmate got you for your first Christmas together.”

"Don't mind your father, sweetheart." Sabine glared at her husband. "Open whichever present that you want first."

Marinette wouldn’t be her father’s daughter if she didn’t reach for her parent's gift first. She made sure to take her time unwrapping the sketchbook, gush and express her gratitude in the most eloquent words as she flipped through every page of the—truth be told—very impressive sketchbook. By the time Marinette was done, Tom was pouting in the corner while Adrien and Sabine struggled to suppress their chuckles.

With a satisfied grin, Marinette reached for the last present in the room. "Now, it's time for this."

Tom’s face lit up, Adrien nervously nibbled on his lip. Even Sabine sat a little straighter.

Lifting it up, Marinette felt the package. It wasn’t a box, she could tell right away. Something soft… Perhaps clothes or a stuffed toy?

“A black cat stuffy!” She grinned, pulling the toy out of its wrapping and immediately snuggling it. “It’s so soft. Thank you, Adrien. I love it.” Her hand glazed over something tied to the cat’s paws. “What’s—A jewelry box? You got me jewelry?”

“Just a little something. Nothing too fancy.”

Marinette raised an eyebrow, untying the box from the cat’s paws and opening it. Her heart skipped a beat the moment her eyes landed on a gorgeous necklace. She recognized the pendant right away: the stone she had created and Adrien had polished, set with a halo of tiny diamonds at its crown. “Adrien… That’s—it’s beautiful.”

“Not as beautiful as you, Princess,” he whispered with the softest of expressions on his face.

“My future son-in-law has great taste in wine and jewelry,” Tom proclaimed, looking over Marinette’s shoulder at the necklace. “Can we get a closer look, pumpkin? Your mother won’t say it, but she’s dying to see.”

“Tom!” Sabine hissed, smacking the man on his shoulder. “Have patience.”

Marinette and Adrien laughed.

“Of course.” Marinette took the necklace out and passed it to her mother, noticing an envelope at the bottom of the box. She looked at Adrien. “What’s this?”

“Open it.”

Her eyes widened as soon as she saw the contents. “Adrien! That’s the biggest, national event of the year! Only the cream of the society is invited there, and you saw how awkward I was at the Chattel. Why would you think it’s a good idea to invite me to The Royal New Year Gala?”

Adrien’s smile turned soft as he leaned closer. “You’re their future quee—” He stumbled over his words, glancing at her parents and lowering his voice. “I want to introduce you to my father in front of the high society. Then, he’d have to reckon with it. He wouldn't be able to force me into a marriage with Lila so easily if everyone knows I have a girlfriend, my soulmate no less. Not with the “destructive monster” reputation I have around the country, and especially not with the deadline of his control over me looming close.”

Marinette looked her parents’ way. Adrien’s royal heritage wasn’t the only piece of information they had decided to withhold for now. His magical bond with his father and the whole Lila Rossi issue were saved for a better day as well. Hopefully, most of it would be dealt with before they would have to tell them at all. Thankfully, Tom and Sabine were still too preoccupied with the necklace to eavesdrop on Adrien and Marinette’s conversation.

Marinette turned her attention back to her boyfriend. “How will it work, though? No one knows who you are.”

“A few of my father’s closest dignitaries know me—I was allowed to attend a few of their meetings last year. The rest?” A smirk stretched across Adrien’s face again. “Let’s just say I was never forbidden to call my father ‘my father’.”

She could hardly believe her ears. "You're going to reveal yourself?"

Adrien nodded, grinning from ear to ear. “Do you realize how long I’ve been waiting to see my face on the cover of every street gossip magazine? Can you imagine the headlines? Not a Monster, Just Dangerously Handsome.”

Marinette snorted, pushing Adrien away just in time for Tom to look their way. Noticing the card in her hand, he moved closer. "Oh? Adrien’s taking you out to yet another fancy party?”

“Looks like it,” Marinette said, showing her parents the invitation. “The Royal New Year Gala.”

Tom whistled. Sabine muffled a gasp.

Adrien rushed to explain. “Since I live and train at the castle, they allow us to attend those parties and sometimes bring a guest. This Gala is actually not as huge of a deal as everyone makes it to be, but there will be quite a few fashion designers present. The king has a thing for fashion, so he always invites them. I thought Marinette could show off her designs and get a head start in her career.”

Tom and Sabine’s faces lit up. “That’s a great idea.”

Marinette was ready to slap her cat stupid. "Adrien, no! What designs? Nothing I own is remotely good enough for the Gala! Have you seen the gowns they wear?!"

“Of course, I have. Yours are just as good if not better than anything that will be there.”

“You do have beautiful designs, sweetheart,” Sabine added.

Marinette shook her head. “No! You don’t understand. Even if I did have a suitable design, and even if I wanted to make it, I simply don’t have the time. I’d have to order fabric from Paris because nothing this fancy is sold here. That alone would take days if not weeks with the holiday rush. And then, I’ll need at least a month to sew it, and the Gala is on New Year’s Eve. That’s in a week! I couldn’t possibly make anything worthy enough by then.”

Adrien reached for one of Marinette's hands, cradling it gently in his. "Create one. With magic.”

Marinette almost laughed. "You're kidding me, right? I barely mastered croissants, my cheese still needs a ton of work, and now you want me to whip up couture?”

Adrien nodded. “A few weeks ago, you didn’t know magic existed. Now you make your own food among other items. I’m sure you can create a dress in a week.”

He had way too much confidence in her. In a way, it was flattering, and Marinette wasn’t one to walk away from a challenge, but she had learned to choose her battles wisely. This was one she was set to fail.

“Marinette,” Adrien said, catching her gaze. “I know you can do it. You’re incredibly talented and you learn extremely fast. You can create a gown fit for the Gala in a week. If anything, you’ll probably end up with a few because you won’t be able to make up your mind and stop on just one design.”

“Adrien’s right, pumpkin,” Tom chimed in. “If anyone can do it, it’s you.”

“And we can always help or come up with an alternative if it won’t work out,” Sabine added.

“She’s my daughter,” Tom proudly announced. “ There is no “not working out” in her vocabulary! She always finds a way.”

“True.” Sabine nodded. “She always does.”

Marinette couldn’t hold back a smile. Her whole life, her parents had been the example of a perfect couple for her—never letting the other down, always supporting and helping each other. Would she and Adrien be like that?

She shifted her gaze to her man, the warmth of his smile alone assuring her that, yes, that would most likely be the case. Adrien already believed in her more than she believed in herself. Perhaps, with him holding her hand, she could take a plunge and see where it would bring her. Maybe she could do it? Maybe… just maybe, she was as amazing as he seemed to believe.

“Okay,” Marinette said. "But since this is awfully short notice, Adrien, if I fail to create a gown I'm happy with by Friday, you're taking me to Paris and buying me one on Saturday. And I warn you—" she poked a finger at his chest, “—I will not go easy on your wallet. The dress will be very expensive.”

Adrien chuckled, bringing her hand to his lips and pressing a soft kiss to the inside of her palm. “I’m willing to pay whatever it takes. It is awfully short notice."

“Our little girl is visiting Paris for the second time this month,” Tom cooed, a wide grin plastered across his face. “Next thing we know, she will finally realize her future might as well be there.”

Marinette held her breath. She was planning to talk about it with them sooner rather than later, and here, her father was giving her the perfect opening.

Straightening, she spoke as confidently as she could. “I might have already… realized that.”

The whole room froze, Tom and Sabine’s eyes widening. A whole twenty seconds later, Tom leaned towards his wife. “Sabine, dear, can you, please, pinch me?”

Her mother didn’t hesitate to grant his request.

“Clearly, I’m not dreaming.” The man whined, rubbing the sore spot.

“You aren’t, Papa.”

“Then, perhaps, I developed hearing problems.”

“I don’t think so.” Marinette giggled, echoing Adrien’s chuckle. “You heard me correctly: I’ve decided to move to Paris after graduation this spring.”

“Sweetheart,” Sabine spoke softly. “We’ve been trying to convince you to consider this move for years without much success. What happened that made you suddenly change your mind?”

“A few things, actually.” Marinette shrugged. “First of all, I’ve learned more about Adrien’s work, and he really can’t abandon it." She looked at her boyfriend with a soft smile and full confidence in what she was about to say. "He's the most qualified man for the job and will make a real change for us all. I don’t want to be the one to deprive the country of such a capable professional.”

His lips slightly parted. Adrien watched her with soft and loving eyes. “Thank you. It means a lot to know you think so.”

“I also don’t want to deprive myself of what we can be,” Marinette added. Turning to her parents, she smiled. “I’m in love with this doofus, and I thought that perhaps giving us a real chance—moving to Paris and all—wouldn't be such a bad idea after all.”

Tom and Sabine grinned.

Adrien reached for Marinette’s hand, pressing his lips to her skin. “I love you too.”

“Then, there is my magic,” Marinette continued, looking at her hands. “I want to train with Master Fu. I want to free my kwami, and I want to develop my powers. They could be used for so much good, it would be a shame not to explore the possibilities.”

Everyone kept quiet, only Sabine reaching forward and wrapping her hand around one of Marinette’s. “And what about you and your dreams?”

“That too.” Marinette smiled. “I haven’t exactly decided how I’ll go about it yet, but I’ll work towards my dreams as well. Maybe I’ll try to enroll in ESMOD, or perhaps an apprenticeship at one of the fashion houses. We’ll see, but you were right: if I want a real chance of making my fashion career dreams come true, I have to go to Paris.”

Sabine pulled Marinette in a hug, tears glistening at the corners of her eyes. “I’m so happy, sweetheart. We’ve always wanted you to follow your dreams.”

“Yes.” Tom followed his wife’s suit, wrapping his arms around his girls. “Traditions and family are important, and we’re honoured you want to take over the bakery. But even more than that, we want you to be happy and follow your own path."

“Speaking of the bakery.” Marinette slightly pulled away. “What do you think of relocating to Paris?”

“Relocating to Paris?” Tom stared at her, dumbfounded. His gaze shifted to Sabine, then, he sighed. “As much as I love the idea, I’m not sure we can afford that. Perhaps, if we plan and budget for it, we can think about it in the future, but as the things stand now—”

“What if I help you?” Adrien scooted closer. “If we partner on it, I can help you relocate to wherever you want.”

“That’s…”

“Thank you, but we couldn’t possibly,” Sabine said when Tom failed to continue. “It would be quite an undertaking, lots of work, and not to mention money.”

“I have the funds,” Adrien assured. “And I’d rather invest in something as great as your bakery than let them lie around, wasting away.”

“But—”

“Marinette and I might have already looked into a few suitable properties while we were in Paris. I’ll forward the information to you for consideration. And I also have friends who can help with the legal part of it all. We’ll have someone to walk you through the process as painlessly as possible.”

Tom and Sabine silently watched each other for about half a minute before Tom turned back to Adrien, the corner of his lips curling in a smile. “I see you mean business, young man. You have it all figured out already.”

“I haven't been taught by the best teachers in the country for nothing. Got to be a step ahead if I want things to happen.”

“Oh?” Tom curled an eyebrow. “And what things do you want to happen?"

The way Adrien looked at Marinette sent her heart into overdrive. He reached for her hand, slowly entwining their fingers together as he brought it to his lips, his eyes never leaving hers. Marinette wasn’t sure how she was still breathing when Adrien whispered, “Fresh croissants. Every morning. Until the very end.”

***

“Marinette!”

She shifted away from the noise, pulling the comforter over her head.

Her mother called again. “Marinette, wake up. You have guests.”

Guests? The girl peeked from under her sheets, only one of her eyes half-open. “Before the sunrise?”

“The sun has been up for at least ten minutes,” Sabine replied, tugging Marinette’s covers off her. “Come on. Don’t make them wait.”

Them? Who? Marinette frowned. It didn’t matter. It was too early for visits. No matter who it was. “I don’t remember inviting anyone. Tell them I’ll call back later.”

“Go downstairs, Marinette.” Sabine practically dragged her daughter off the bed. “They are waiting.”

What the— Marinette grabbed at her pillow, tumbling to the floor swaddled in her comforter. “Maman, what’s—”

“Marinette! Don’t be rude! People are waiting for you. Very nice people. Get up and go downstairs.”

“Okay, fine,” Marinette grumbled, getting off the floor. Whoever “they” were, they’d better run and hide because they were about to get a piece of her mind. No one dared to pull her out of bed at sunrise on the day she’d specifically set aside for sleeping in. Not even if it was Adrien or Alya. “Can I at least dress first?”

“You look lovely, dear.” Sabine pushed Marinette towards the door. “Let’s go.”

Marinette stumbled down the stairs, yawning. Whoever “they” were, it couldn’t be Adrien. She’d just left him in their dream. Perhaps, Alya then? She and one of her emergencies, a.k.a. the latest scoop she just had to research at this ungodly hour. But who was it with her to make it a “them”?

“Nice to see you again, Marinette.”

Air escaped her lungs, the last of sleep fleeing her body, her blood freezing cold in her veins.

Standing in the middle of her living room were Lila Rossi, clad in a fitted brown dress and an orange jacket, chocolate-coloured boots on her feet. With her was someone who, at the first glance, looked incredibly like Adrien. At first glance, because the more she looked at the man, the less he resembled her boyfriend. Unlike Adrien’s warm and welcoming green, this man’s eyes were icy grey. His smile—unlike Adrien’s gentle and loving and ever so often goofy grin—was non-existent. The man’s whole posture was stiff and formal, nothing like Adrien’s relaxed but sophisticated stride. If Marinette had to guess, she’d say it was the cousin Adrien had mentioned to her a few times—Félix Graham de Vanily.

“Our apologies for coming by so early.” Lila’s smile was wide and gorgeous, but somehow stiff, a bit unnatural. “This is Félix Graham de Vanily. I’m sure you’ve heard of him.”

Marinette nodded.

“Mlle Dupain-Cheng.” Felix bowed slightly, his voice as cold as his eyes.

Perhaps under different circumstances, Marinette would have responded to him–Adrien did talk about Félix with quite a lot of affection. As it stood now, she was still trying to figure out what was going on.

“Félix, dear,” Lila cooed. “Couldn’t you be just a little more enthusiastic? That’s not how you greet your future wife, darling.”

Marinette must have misheard. It was awfully early and she did have a late night and a few drinks. “Excuse me, but did you just say his ‘future wife’?”

Lila's smile grew bigger, her words cut like a knife. "I did say that. Is there a problem?"

Frozen a moment ago, Marinette’s blood boiled. “Of course, there is! I have a boyfriend and I have no intentions of being someone else’s ‘future wife’.”

Lila walked closer, that now stomach-turning smirk never leaving her face. “Darling, relationships fail. People fall in love with other partners. One hardly ever stays with their first boyfriend. Is Félix not to your liking? Don’t dismiss him so quickly. He did suffer an awful lot of trouble for a chance to be with you. Why won’t you be a good little girl, and reward the man for his efforts? He says he’s in love with you, you know.”

Marinette looked at the man in question. A silent scowl on his face, not a shred of warmth in his eyes. He looked like he was being forced to be in the same room with her, least of all in love or wanting any kind of a relationship.

“I appreciate the thought,” Marinette gritted through her teeth. “But I must decline.”

“Marinette.” Her father appeared beside her, calmer than she had expected him to be. “I think you shouldn’t rush your decision. Look at this handsome, young man. He’d make a great husband.”

What the—

“Yes, Marinette,” her mother added, standing by her other side. “How can you refuse such a fine young man? I’m sure you’ll reconsider before long.”

Her gut twisted, chills ran up her spine. There was no way that these were her parents talking. She was definitely still asleep and this was her first-ever nightmare.

“Listen to the lovely lady,” Tom and Sabine parroted, both placing their hands on Marinette’s shoulders.

Marinette gasped for air. The ground shifted from under her feet. Her parents’ voices lacked the usual life and vigour—not to mention they would’ve never forced her to do something so significant as getting married against her will to a man she didn’t even know. They never forced her to do anything!

"Your parents are wise, Marinette." Lila walked closer, that nauseating smile of hers finally vanishing. Her face was mere inches away from Marinette's when she spoke again, "You'd better listen to them."

A wordless Or Else hung between them.

Marinette pressed her lips together, staring the intruder down. She wasn’t one to be intimidated easily. “Or what?”

There was a glint in Lila’s eyes as she took a step aside so Marinette could see her companion. “Félix, would you mind demonstrating to your fiancée what will happen if your dream of marrying her falls through?”

If gazes could kill, Lila would’ve evaporated under Félix's glare. He still obeyed, pulling a fan embedded with feathers out of his jacket. Plucking one of the feathers out, Félix murmured something under his breath and blew it in their direction. The moment it touched Lila, the most hideous creature appeared behind her.

Marinette froze in terror at the sight. A serpent. Huge as a mountain, it coiled around Lila’s feet, baring its dripping venom fangs at Marinette. With eyes hypnotizing and colder than ice, the creature hissed, its forked tongue vibrating in its mouth.

Marinette took a step back, chills running down her back. Her parents’ grip on her shoulders tightened.

“Isn’t she a beauty?” Lila cooed to the monster, petting its head. “My gorgeous, hungry girl. Would you like a couple of humans for lunch? Her father especially should be to your taste. And for dinner, I will offer you her friends, one by one, until she accepts Félix’s proposal.”

Marinette gritted her teeth, gripping her fists together. This wasn’t happening. It couldn’t be. Adrien said neither Lila nor Félix could use magic, which meant this had to be some kind of a trick or illusion. Or perhaps, one of Nino’s tech toys? “You can't fool me. It isn't real.”

Lila quirked an eyebrow, the corner of her lips curling. “Félix, would you mind showing your bride-to-be just how real my pet is?"

In a split second, the serpent leapt toward Marinette and sunk its fangs into her hand. The pain ripped through her body, her knees gave out. She collapsed to the floor, held up only by her parents’ grip on her shoulders.

“The venom will kill you in about twenty minutes,” Lila said nonchalantly, checking out her nails. “Unless, of course, you’re willing to get married. If you’d rather die, fine by me, but know that you’ll be taking your parents, your friends and Adrien down with you.” Lila paused, hooking her finger under Marinette’s chin to raise her face up. When their gazes met, she added, “I’ll make sure he suffers the most: a long and painful death after a long and miserable life I’ll make him live, every moment of which he’ll be reminded that it was his fault his soulmate and her loved ones are dead.”

It was getting hard to breathe. The cold slowly crept up Marinette’s body, crawling through her veins, leaving every single cell frozen in its path. Marinette clenched her teeth together, the pounding of her own heart resounding in her ears.

She hated orange. Hasel as well. It was wasted on someone like Lila. Those eyes should’ve been as black as her soul seemed to be. Marinette sucked in a breath. How had she been jealous of this woman just a few weeks ago? She stirred nothing but rage and nausea in her now.

The room slowly blurred, like a thin veil descending on Marinette’s eyes. It was also cold. Freezing cold. Marinette tensed, a throbbing feeling growing in her chest with every second. She couldn’t remain silent any longer. Not when it came to Adrien and her family. “Don’t… He’s… innocent. They all… are.”

“It all depends on you, darling.” Lila opened her clutch and pulled out a tiny vial of purple liquid. “This is the antidote. Just say Yes to Félix, and we all live happily ever after.”

“Why?” Marinette managed to whisper, her heart sprinting in overdrive. “Why… do…” Her throat constricted, lungs burning. She closed her eyes, bowing her head. Just a bit of rest. Then, she’d ask again.

“Do you really want to waste your time with such silly questions right now?”

Marinette’s eyes refused to stay open. Her chest tightened, the coldness in her blood beginning to burn her from the inside out. Why wasn’t her healing working? Why… Where was she? How did she—

“I’m waiting for your answer, Marinette,” Lila seethed through her teeth. “Do you want your parents, all of your friends, and Adrien to suffer just because you’re being selfish?”

Her parents… Adrien…

“Is that a yes or a no?”

“No,” Marinette forced out, her stomach violently churning. It was getting hard to even think straight, let alone answer Lila, but she couldn't stay silent when it came to her family, her Adrien.

“Then, are you willing to marry Félix and let us all be happy?" Leaning closer, Lila whispered in her ear, "You should've seen the way he begged me to let him marry you instead of executing my initial plans for you. You may even say he saved your life, but only if you cooperate, Marinette.”

A nauseating stink hit her nostrils. Marinette barely suppressed the gag. Lila continued to talk, but her words barely made sense anymore. She needed water. Rest and some water. She gathered the last bit of focus she could muster to control her breathing. Slow and… erratic.

“What will it be, darling: a wedding or a funeral?”

Someone pulled her from her parents’ grip. It hurt. Breathing hurt. Her whole body was on fire. At least her heart was slowing down. She’d rest soon. Just a little more.

“Marinette, listen,” a man’s voice spoke into her ear. “You don’t have much time left. Do you want to save Adrien or not? Do you want your friends and your parents alive? Agree to marry me and they all live.”

Marinette took a deep breath, grimacing in pain. Adrien… Adrien was the best thing that had ever happened to her. She loved him more than anything. He must live. Her parents must live. Alya as well. She didn’t care what it cost her. She couldn’t let Lila do anything to them. And she would save everyone… She just needed this agonizing pain to go away first. And rest. Just for a few moments…

“Marinette, please,” the man pleaded, tightening his grip on her. Leaning closer, he whispered barely audibly into her ear. “You can’t save anyone if you’re dead. Say yes and let me help you.”

Something stirred inside her. This man… Félix. He was right. She couldn’t rest yet. She had Adrien and her family to save! What did she have to do again?”

“Marinette,” the man whispered again. “Just say the word. Yes. Can you repeat it?”

Oh, right. It seemed impossible, though. Everything hurt, burned, ripped her from the inside out. Still, Adrien was worth fighting for, so gathering the last of her strength, Marinette grunted through the pain, barely a whisper but it echoed a dull ache through her throat, sinking like a stone into her stomach: “I’ll do it.”

“Could you repeat that, darling? You were awfully quiet—”

“She said she'd do it,” Félix hissed. “Give me the antidote.”

“Don’t you want to enjoy the view just a little—”

“You wait a moment longer and she’s dead.”

“But—”

“We had a deal, Lila. You’ve got what you wanted. Give me the antidote and let’s go.”

“You’re no fun, Félix.”

“Neither are you,” Félix grumbled, scooping Marinette into his arms and bringing her to a couch. Settling on it, he tilted her chin so he could pour the contents of the vial into her mouth.

It smelled like rotten Camembert, though sweet, with a hint of a sour note on her tongue.

Félix closed her jaw. “Swallow.”

Marinette did.

“It’ll take a while, but it’ll work,” Félix whispered, pouring more of the nauseating liquid down her throat. “We’re done here, Lila. Let’s go.”

“Already? But I wanted—”

“Haven't we agreed on avoiding unnecessary casualties? Or do you want Adrien on your trail before you’re ready?”

Lila grunted and said nothing. A moment later, steps echoed through the room heading toward Tom and Sabine.

“Live your life as if nothing has happened,” Lila said. “If anyone asks about Marinette, tell them she’s out running errands. You don't know when she'll be back or where she’s gone. Say she hasn't told you much except that it's a surprise, and that you should trust her.”

Marinette breathed in, her head clearing a bit.

“Félix and I never visited,” Lila continued her instructions. “You have no idea who we are and have never heard our names. Understood?”

“Yes,” Tom and Sabine responded in unison, their voices still lifeless and distant.

Marinette creaked open her eyes. It was still blurry but she recognized Lila petting the head of the serpent by her side.

“My gorgeous girl. You did such a great job. You deserve some rest.” Lila glanced Félix’s way. “Let her rest, dear, wouldn’t you?”

Félix stiffened, then flicked his fingers and the creature vanished, leaving nothing but a white feather behind.

Lila headed for the door without a second glance or a word. Picking up Marinette in his arms, Félix followed her.

Marinette gritted her teeth together. The bone-chilling cold inside had stopped spreading. It wasn't gone just yet, but at least she could take a breath without an agonizing ache in her chest. Perhaps, she could esc—A new wave of pain ripped through her body.

Félix tightened his grip on her. “Don’t move.”

Marinette closed her eyes and concentrated on breathing. Her limbs refused to cooperate, but deep, steady breaths seemed to be helping with subduing the pain. The antidote must be working. Or maybe it was her healing powers finally kicking in. She wasn’t sure of a reason, but she was feeling a smudge better. She had to make an attempt before she would be taken away. A few more breaths in and gritting her teeth, she tried to push the man carrying her away.

Agony ripped through her body, renewing its spread, coursing through her whole being with passionate vigour.

“I said don’t move!” Félix hissed. “Have you got a death wish or something?”

Her heart sprinted, eyes refusing to stay open as the pain reached her head. They were out on the street now. Too early for anyone to notice.

"You'll be fine, just don't move," Félix whispered, putting her into the back seat of a black car parked by the entrance. Sliding in beside her he added quietly, "Lila isn’t stupid. She chose the fastest-working poison and it spreads even quicker if you move. Stay still so the antidote can catch up."

The sound of the car door closing behind them was the last thing Marinette remembered. That, and an image of Adrien’s sad face when she had reminded him not even an hour ago in their dreams that today was her “Sleep-In Day,” and he was not to disturb her slumber until the moment she’d contact him herself.

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