#everytime i saw her in chat before i figured out the truth i was like 'damn this bitch is annoying as fuck lol' and now just. 😬 yeesh...

[selfinflictedgunshotwound]

can only happily watch his content pre 2021 now because not only does his content suck atm but i have to dodge any mention of her as if she was a fucking missile strike. Which she is.

#remembering how he had a bingo card for one of his late 2021 streams righg before i figured out the truth and she's the one that drew it #do u think she volunteered or do u think he asked her if she could do free labor for him. genuine question. #and too when she drew otto on the sunflower pics. do u think he asked her to do it or she was like 'wouldn't this be cute' 😐 #because at that point ur just getting a bit brazen eh. #i love how he had to be blackout drunk to finally bring her up and had the nerve to say he was 'dropping hints' man...... ok 🙄 #maybe u were. but only someone like me who paid so much attention to everything u said and did because i was in love w u woulda gotten it #so. cool #godddddd knowing that the entire time i was into him he was with HER just makes me soooooo angry. why did i think i stood a chance #im just mad at myself at this point like how fucking stupid can ya be. i never would've tried to be someone i wasn't for him #everytime i saw her in chat before i figured out the truth i was like 'damn this bitch is annoying as fuck lol' and now just. 😬 yeesh... #i feel like skyler brba in that once scene where she was just like 'shut up shut up shut up SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUTTTTT UPPPPPP!' #and then also that scene where she tried to drown herself. basically i am just skyler white rn

[floresmarique]

Hello! This is the first one shot i wrote that you can find on my Wattpad too! Also, sorry if there are some mistakes, i'm italian so sometimes i still struggle a bit with my english but i hope you like it ♡

Plot; You are a new pupil in the Cobra Kai dojo and to impress John Kreese you fight with his best student, Johnny lawrence. But Johnny will develop some special feelings towards you...

WARNING: This one shot will contain smut and a bit of violence.

Tags; oral, swallowing, a little bit of bully Johnny at the beginning and a tiny bit of fluff.

Enjoy!

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Since (Y/N) was a kid, she always wanted to enter the fascinating world of Martial Arts but never had the economic possibility to afford the lessons.

But now that she was in California and her parents had a new well paid job, they encouraged her to join a Karate school and she couldn't believe that when they first told her about it with smiling faces.They always knew that (Y/N) wanted to learn Karate as a child and, with the new money they were making, her parents supported (Y/N)'s passion, which made her happy.

Everytime she came back from school, she always stopped by that dojo called 'Cobra Kai'. (Y/N) couldn't stop looking at the perfect moves of those boys, at their amazing grit.

But there was a thing that worried her; she never saw a girl inside the dojo.

Not having girls was kinda old minded and sexist in her opinion.

It's the 80s, for gods sake!

She thought.

But trying wouldn't be too bad, right?

So one day after school, she finally decided to enter inside that place and the first thing her ears heard were some screamed words by the boys. They all looked like soldiers and the Sensei looked like the captain.

"Strike first, strike hard, no mercy!" They shouted in unison and (Y/N) furrowed her brows.

What kind of motto was that?

She didn't know what she was supposed to do, so she just cleared her throat to catch their attention, hoping to not get humiliated by them or the Sensei.

The Sensei looked very rough and rude and the girl noticed that he had a cobra tattooed on his arm, he was the only one with a black gi while everyone else had a white one.

She always wanted to wear one.

The tall man walked towards her, trying to intimidate her with his glare but (Y/N) kept her head high and stared him in the eyes with a straight face.

"How can i help you?" He spoke with a slight grin on his face.

"I'd like to join your dojo."

After her answer, everyone bursted in a loud laugh and (Y/N) started to feel uncomfortable, especially with the man's glare on her.

"We do not accept girls." Was his simple response and she wasn't surprised about it, but disappointed for sure.

"Why not? Girls are capable of kick asses just like boys."

She didn't expect to be that bold, but did she care? No.

She wanted to challenge herself and demonstrate to those immature people that girls can be just as strong.

"That's very brave of you..." He started to slowly walk around her in a circle, only to stop again in front of her with his arms crossed. "I could give you a chance."

(Y/N) smirked, proud of herself while she took off her shoes to stand on the tatami. She was so excited and loved to see the disappointed looks on the boys faces.

"Let's see how good of a fighter you are, shall we?" The Sensei said and she nodded, repeating in her head the techniques she found in some martial arts books.

She felt ready.

"Lawrence, come here."

A blonde, tall boy with a muscular figure stood on the Sensei side, his expression was filled with anger. (Y/N) also noticed that he had a black eye and a black headband wrapped around his head. She couldn't deny that he was pretty hot, but she was too determined to get distracted.

"He's one of my best boys." Sensei smirked and the boys shared an amused look while sitting down on the tatami in a circle. "Good luck."

The man walked away and she and the boy remained at the center of the tatami in the attack position.

The blonde smirked before speaking.

"I'm gonna go easy on yo-" Before he could finish his sentence, (Y/N) kicked him right on top of his stomach, which made the boys howl in amusement. She was the one smirking now, standing again in the same position as before.

"I'm not gonna go easy on you, blondie." (Y/N) stated, and that was where the boy lost it. He started attacking her with punches and kicks that she perfectly shielded, just to punch him right in the face and kick him on his black belt, making him fall on his back.

Before he could stand up again, (Y/N) positioned herself on his lap and bent forward to put her hands under his shoulders to block him with her dead weight. She once saw that position on a book and it was kinda awkward to do since it looked like she was hugging him.

She could smell his sweat and a little bit of perfume, but she also could feel his warm breath against her forehead and it made her shiver a bit. He was attractive and being that close to him clouded her senses so much that she didn't hear Sensei's voice.

"Enough, you can stand up." He demanded.

When they both stood up, the blonde guy adjusted his gi and looked at her dead in the eyes while (Y/N) observed the shocked expressions of the other boys.

"What's your name?" The Sensei asked, walking towards her again. She tried to catch a little bit of breath before answering.

"(Y/N) (L/N)."

"Well, (Y/N), you're in. Consider yourself lucky, this is a privilege."

(Y/N) couldn't contain her happiness and a smile formed on her lips. She was proud of herself and she was sure that even her parents would have been.

"Thank you, Sensei." She said, but before he could respond, she heard the boy behind them speak.

"What?! Is this a joke?!" The same blonde blue eyed boy spoke. "I let her win, obviously. I bet she is not gonna resist a week here."

"Johnny, i'm the one who makes the decisions here."

So his name was Johnny.

Johnny Lawrence.

She heard of him at school, he was considered the 'bad guy' along with his mates but (Y/N) wasn't intimidated by them.

(Y/N) smirked and held out her hand for Johnny to shake.

"Pleasure to finally meet you, Johnny Lawrence."

He looked at her hand and then stared into her eyes with a killing glare.

"The pleasure is all yours."

Johnny refused to shake her hand and walked away, but that didn't wash (Y/N)'s smirk off her face because she had him exactly where she wanted.

She liked some rivalry.

Or so she thought.

For the next weeks, Johnny made her life a living hell.

He would tease her at school or he would start fights while she walked home, fights that (Y/N) either refused or won. Johnny had enough of that. He couldn't believe that a girl, a so innocent looking girl, could always beat his ass better than him.

On the other hand, Johnny also knew that he could hurt her bad if he wanted to, but the truth was that he didn't want to make her suffer. He didn't want to ruin her pretty face with a kick, so in a certain sense he let her always won.

Johnny knew about her even before she came into the dojo that day, he saw her multiple times around Ali or during P.E.

And he wanted her.

His friends thought that he still had his mind set on Ali, but he moved on as soon as he saw (Y/N) at school and when he saw her enter the dojo, his heart was beating so fast that he was afraid she would actually notice it. When she got on top of his lap to block him, Johnny smelled her hair and felt all of her warmth on his body.

And he got a boner too in that exact moment.

There was something about that look on her innocent face, about her fake naivety that he just loved and needed in every sense of the word.

He teased her only to be around her, only to hear her voice again even if it was just to tell him to fuck off.

But he wasn't the only one who was crushing hard on her.

Bobby, his mate, always talked about her to Johnny.

"I want to ask her on a date." He once told Johnny and the rage he felt inside was about to explode, but he couldn't let them know his feelings.

Not yet.

"Why would you do that mate?" Johnny scoffed. "Our plan is to kick her out of Cobra Kai. She will only cause trouble to our dojo. A girl, please, i don't know what Sensei was thinking. Everyone will laugh at us at the tournament because of her."

Johnny was talking bullshit.

She was perfect for Cobra Kai, she had determination and strenght that even some boys would envy.

She would kick everyone's ass at the tournament.

But he couldn't let Bobby ask her out, because he was sure that she would say yes. They always chatted a bit at the dojo during stretching and they even had two or three classes together.

"Johnny, i think you are exaggerating a little bit. She's a badass and god, so pretty."

And after that, Johnny knew that he had to make her his before Bobby would find the courage to ask her out.

And that time came soon.

After another lesson, (Y/N) went to the changing room to take a shower, as always. She was very surprised that there was a changing room for girls since she was the first one that was accepted, but she never questioned it and was pretty happy to have a whole changing room for herself.

She had plans tho, about revolutionating the whole Cobra Kai so that other girls could join in. She also wasn't a fan of their 'no mercy' motto, honor was much more important to her.

While cleaning up her body under the water, she mentally repeated all the things she learned during the last lesson so that she wouldn't forget them and she got so concentrated that she didn't hear steps inside the changing room.

She hummed 'Girls Just Want To Have Fun' while wrapping a towel around her wet body and stepped out of the showers while looking down, adjusting the towel.

"Ohh girls, just wanna have- what the fuck are you doing here?!" Looking up, she saw Johnny completely relaxed on the bench of the changing room, his hair were still a little damp and the blue tight sweater he was wearing perfectly hugged his muscles.

"So is it true, you just wanna have fun?" He raised an eyebrow and gave her a cocky smile.

(Y/N) blushed and wrapped the towel even tighter around her body, embarassed.

"Johnny, what the fuck are you doing here?" She repeated, her cheeks were flushed, both for the rage and embarassment. "Can't you read? It says girls changing room."

"I'm exactly where i'm supposed to be." He stood up from the bench and towered over her figure. (Y/N) rolled her eyes and started brushing her hair while looking into the mirror. "I just wanted to see my dear friend."

(Y/N) widened her eyes and scoffed, shaking her head.

"Friend?" She scrunched up her hair and stared at Johnny's reflection in the mirror. "Since when?"

"Since today." He crossed his arms and observed her, amused by the situation.

"Ok, well, friend" she turned around and sighed. "Can we be friends after i get dressed? We'll talk about this later outside of the changing room."

"Change here, i don't mind. You will not need clothes anyway pretty soon." He nonchalantly said, trying to hide his grin.

"Well i do mind actually, what the hell are-" before (Y/N) could finish her comeback, Johnny pressed his lips on her soft ones, completely shocking her. It was a short kiss, just to see her reaction.

When he pulled away, he stared into her eyes and saw shock in them, but also something that made him smirk.

Lust.

She didn't slap him or even tried to back off. Her slightly open lips and her red cheeks said it all, Johnny didn't need words.

He kissed her again, but in a more ferocious way, and she did the same thing. All the attraction they had for each other was coming out from their bodies and actions.

Johnny backed off while taking her with him, so that he would sit on the bench with her on top of him. She gripped his large shoulders and moaned a little bit when she felt his boner against her thighs. Johnny groaned and held her neck with one hand while the other easily took off the towel from (Y/N)'s still wet body.

"I've wanted to do this for so long." He sighed into her mouth and deepened the kiss. His hands were roaming on her body, not knowing where to stop. He touched her shoulders, her breasts, her arms, her legs.

Her skin was soft and the smell of her was driving him crazy. (Y/N) kissed his cheeks, his forehead and then his lips again, with a desperation that made Johnny even more turned on.

"I always wanted you too..." (Y/N) softly said and caressed his cheek while leaving wet kisses on his jawline and neck. Johnny closed his eyes and then opened them again, he needed to see her desperate for him. He needed to remember her face, her body, the pretty shades of her skin. He wanted her to be printed in his mind for the rest of his life.

"Yeah?" His voice was a lot deeper than usual and also rough. "Fuck, come here."

He took her face in his hands and kissed her again, feeling her little fingers on the buttons of his blue jeans. He knew that she wasn't as innocent as she made people think. And he loved it so much.

"Wait-" He spoke with a ragged breath. "Am i- am i your first?"

He searched for her eyes and when she kept looking down, he raised her chin with two of his fingers so that she could look into his blue eyes.

"Y-Yes." She stuttered.

She was ashamed, but Johnny felt like he was touching heaven with his fingertips.

Because she was the first one for him too.

"You are my first too." He admitted and lightly kissed the top of her nose.

"What about Ali?" (Y/N) furrowed her eyebrows in disbelief.

"We never did anything like this, only some make out sessions...but never like this." He caressed her lips with his fingers and bit his lip, staring down at her naked body.

He thought she was perfect, every curve on her body was, and he felt lucky to have her in that moment. To even speak to her. She was a goddess for him and he knew he needed to keep her in his life forever, because someone like her would be too hard to forget.

She was something else.

"You know, we don't have to rush..." Johnny calmy said, his voice was soft now and he made sure to keep eye contact with her.

He cared.

"I know, it's fine, i want to do it." (Y/N) said, confident about her decision.

"You want to do it... in a changing room?" Johnny raised his eyebrow and (Y/N) giggled at his shocked expression while caressing his golden damp locks.

"Well, wasn't it your plan?" She asked with a grin and Johnny rolled his eyes, a slight blush was appearing on his cheeks.

"Sort of..." He sighed "I just, i don't want our first time to be here, i want it to be more intimate and special."

(Y/N) thought about that and realized that he was right. They didn't even have condoms and it would have been too uncomfortable to have sex for the first time on a bench, considering the pain.

"I guess you are right." She nodded and gave him a peck on the lips. "But... we could do something else..."

Her fingertips traced the line of his abs, covered by his tight sweater. Johnny inhaled some air and rested the back of his head against the wall, grinning at her.

"Well, that was what i had in my mind in the first place..." He winked at her and took her hand that was placed on his belly, just to place it down on the buttons of his jeans. "Let's see how good you are now..."

(Y/N) felt a certain warmth in her stomach at his words and stared at his eyes while unbuttoning his jeans, her fingers were fast and almost desperate to feel him. Johnny eagerly helped her lower his pants, his white boxers showed the prominent boner under them.

(Y/N) slowly got on the cold floor, on her knees between Johnny's legs. Her heart was beating fast against her chest, she felt heat all up in her body and a deep desire for Johnny. She never saw a dick before, except for that one time in her old city where one of her friends had an adult magazine at school and showed it to everyone, and (Y/N) was pretty grossed out by the view of a penis.

"Do you want it?" Johnny deeply asked, his eyes were filled with desire and lust.

"Yes." (Y/N) said and slowly lowered the waistband of his boxers, only to display his full hard lenght.

She didn't feel grossed out now.

Johnny noticed her surprised expression and softly laughed.

"Like what you see, baby?"

(Y/N) shivered at the pet name and nodded, taking his member in her hand to observe it better. Johnny slightly panted at that and gulped, wanting to feel her hand around him.

"Stroke it slowly, baby..." Johnny placed an hand on one of (Y/N)'s shoulders to keep her going.

She did as she was told and observed his eyes and expressions to understand if she was doing it the right way and, judging by his heavy pants, she was.

"Like that?" She innocently asked, pressing her palm on his lenght while stroking it.

"Fuck, yes, like that" Johnny was already a moaning mess, (Y/N) never saw him look more vulnerable than that and she liked to be the one that made him feel that way. The skin of his dick was smooth and warm and it was probably 7 inches long. The head was red and wet with pre-cum that (Y/N) decided to taste with the tip of her tongue, causing Johnny to groan.

"Oh, god- yeah, keep doing that baby..." (Y/N) smirked at his desperation and pressed her tongue on the head of his cock, licking it up and down. Her eyes never left his face, he looked completely gone to the pleasure.

He looked at her with half lidded eyes, his mouth was in a 'o' shape and he was starting to sweat, (Y/N) could see it on his forehead.

Johnny caressed her hair, encouraging her to take his lenght inside her mouth more. His legs were tensed and (Y/N) gripped his toned thighs while going down on him.

"Mmh..." Johnny closed his eyes and thrusted his hips a little forward, but still carefully and slowly to give her time. "Keep stroking it while you suck it, baby..."

(Y/N) welcomed his thrusts into her mouth and wrapped one hand around the end of his dick, stroking it a little faster. The changing room was filled with Johnny's moans and the sloppy sounds of (Y/N)'s mouth wrapped around him.

She could feel herself getting wetter by the second and felt the urge to touch the area between her legs for some friction.

"Oh shit, yes, yes, i'm so close, love-" Johnny took her head in his hands just to feel her movements and opened his eyes to stare down at her. The sight of the pretty girl he wanted for months on her knees with her swollen lips around his dick, were too much for him. "Baby, i'm about to cum-"

(Y/N) looked up at him and managed to show a little grin while staying on his cock, bobbing her head up and down faster than before.

Johnny took the hint; she wanted him to cum inside her mouth.

"Fuck, you want it don't you?" Johnny bit his lip and rested both of his hands on the sides of her face, his cheeks were flushed and his forehead was wet with sweat. "I'm coming, oh fuck, (Y/N)!"

(Y/N) stopped her movements but kept his lenght inside her mouth, she felt his dick contract various times and then a salty and warm liquid squirted on her tongue. His thighs tensed even more and he never left his grip on her face while riding off his orgasm. (Y/N) made sure to swallow everything till the last drop before letting his dick out of her mouth.

Both of them were breathing heavily and Johnny looked high, still trying to recover from the intense pleasure.

"Fuck" he sighed and smiled softly while watching her standing up. She had messy hair and flushed cheeks, her lips were pink and swollen and Johnny couldn't help but to kiss her. "You are incredible, baby..."

"Well, thank you!" (Y/N) giggled and Johnny stood up, kissing her again but only to make her sit on the bench, on the same place he was some seconds ago.

"But i can't let you go like this..." Johnny was now on the floor, gently opening her legs while staring into her eyes. (Y/N) was dying of embarassment, no one ever saw her intimate parts and she felt self conscious about it.

"Shh, don't worry, let me admire you..." Johnny could see that she was nervous and it was important for him to reassure her. He slowly parted her legs without breaking eye contact. Once he saw how wet she was, Johnny licked his lips and slightly smirked at her, amused by her embarassed expression.

"Do you want me?" He whispered, leaving a wet trail of kisses along her thigh. His blue eyes never left hers while doing so. (Y/N) tensed, feeling him that close to her private area was making her sweat. "Tell me."

"Yes, Johnny." She gulped. "I want you."

He took both of her legs and rested them on his shoulders, getting closer to her pulsating pussy.

"Even out of this changing room?"

(Y/N) smiled and nodded, but Johnny wanted to hear her.

"Tell me." He kissed her inner thigh, getting even more closer to her vagina.

"Yes." She panted. "I want you, always."

Johnny grinned and before (Y/N) could blink, he pressed his entire tongue on her aching pussy, making her moan. He kept looking at her, holding her legs with his strong arms and he started to move his tongue in circular motions on her clit.

"Oh, Johnny..." She gasped and tugged at his blonde hair. Everything was new to her, she never felt something like that and she would have never imagined it to happen with Johnny. She for sure dreamed about it, but never expected it to become reality.

"You like it, baby girl?" He asked her, his voice was deep and his lips red and shiny because of her fluids.

"Yes, Johnny, so much!" She moaned when the blonde started sucking on her clit like he was hungry. He was breathing heavily against her, she could feel his warm breath on her pussy and it made her crazy.

"You taste so good, love..." Johnny whispered and reached one of her breasts with an hand to gently stroke her nipple. "You're so beautiful, fuck."

With his other hand, Johnny teased her entrance with one of his fingers but never left her clit untouched. He slowly inserted the tip of his finger inside of her, feeling how tight she was. (Y/N) let out a light squeal at that.

"How do you feel?" He asked her and slowly pumped the tip of his finger inside her.

"It kinda burns, but it's okay." She panted and nodded.

Johnny repeated the same action and watched as she threw her head back in pleasure. He smirked and added a little bit more of his finger inside of her while applying pressure to her clit with his tongue. He felt her legs shake a bit and heard her ragged breath and he couldn't help but think that she was absolutely perfect in those conditions.

She was close and he could see it and feel it.

"Please, Johnny- Oh!" Hearing her moaning his name made him pump his finger faster with the movements of his tongue.

"What do you want?" He groaned against her.

"I want to cum, fuck!"

"Look at me." He demanded. He needed to have her eyes placed on him, it was like a kink for him. "I want you to look at me while you cum on my tongue..."

(Y/N) looked at him but keeping her eyes open was an hard task with that intense pleasure. She wondered where he learned to do that since he said it was his first time, but he probably just was a natural talent.

Just like her.

(Y/N) felt a weird sensation build up in her stomach, a very heavy feeling and she knew what that meant.

"Johnny, i can't!" She panted and tugged harder at his hair, making him groan.

"Cum then, cum for me (Y/N)..."

And she did.

She did while moaning his name repeatedly, trying to look at him while her toes curled behind his back. Johnny had a proud smirk on his wet swollen lips and licked  her fluids with pleasure before standing up to kiss her sweetly on the lips.

(Y/N) still had a ragged breath and was recovering from her orgasm, but she was also scared.

What if he's gonna be an asshole again now and this was just a joke for him? She thought.

They both silently fixed themselves and (Y/N) finally got dressed. Her hair were almost completely dry and she didn't know how to act and wondered why he was so silent now, fixing his hair and clothes infront of the mirror. He looked like nothing happened while (Y/N) was still shocked.

"Will you go out with me this Friday?" He asked and turned around, resting his back against the wall. (Y/N) felt better after his question and gave him a smile.

"Well, usually, boys ask a girl out before they finger fuck her in a changing room-" she grinned and Johnny crossed his arms while letting out a laugh. "But sure, why not."

"Always a tease, aren't you?" He hugged her from behind and (Y/N) felt butterflies in her stomach while he rested his chin on top of her shoulder. "We could go to the Arcade, mh?"

Before she could respond, they heard the voices of the other boys outside of the changing room.

"Johnny!" They shouted. "We have to go, where the hell are you?!"

Johnny sighed and shook his head before speaking again.

"Seems like we are gonna need another shower when we get home, don't you think?"

(Y/N) giggled and gave him a fake disappointed look.

"Yeah, you jerk!" She laughed while putting on her shoes. Johnny gave her a peck on the right cheek and then proceeded to walk away. "Wait, Johnny, have you spied on me while i was under the shower?"

Johnny chuckled and turned his head to look at her.

"Doesn't matter anyway, now."

And after winking at her, he left the changing room with a big proud smile on his face. His mates were shocked when they saw him get out of the girls changing room and howled like little kids.

"Man, what did you do?!" Tommy asked while patting Johnny's shoulder.

Johnny shrugged and smirked.

"Nothing impressive, i'm taking her out on a date on friday."

Bobby was confused and Johnny could see the disappointment written all over his face.

"I thought you wanted to kick her o-"

"There are a lot of things you still don't know about me, dear Bobby" Johnny gave him a friendly slap on the cheek and then saw (Y/N) getting out of the changing room. She waved at everyone and gave a particular smile to Johnny, which he returned. "A lot of things."

#johnny lawrence #karate kid #cobra kai #80s #billy zabka #smut #johnny lawrence smut #one shot

[artzee-bee]

Happy| Lucifer Morningstar x Reader

Fandom: Lucifer (Netflix)

Requested: Can I get a request about Lucifer and reader. Where the reader is the new nanny of Lucifer's daughter and then slowly he'll fall in love to the Nanny?😅

Summary:Lucifer needed to get back to work at some point after having his daughter! Following the detective’s advice, he hired a nanny to watch over her while he was away on cases. It was going great, his little girl was more than happy everytime she got to spend time with Y/N and over time, Lucifer started to feel the same way.

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

A/N: This took way too long, I am so so sorry I really truly am

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Lucifer loved two things in life, over everything else: his job and his daughter. Since her birth, the little one took over most of his time and while he loved every moment of it, Lucifer missed working on cases and being around Chloe and Ella. Hiring a nanny was, in fact, the detective’s idea. 

You arrived at the penthouse as early as possible that first morning, where you were met with the sight of Mr. Morningstar solving a puzzle with a little girl in the living room. It was quite unusual, since you’d known this man so well for the rangers taking place in his club, downstairs. Seeing him in such a vulnerable moment was interesting to say the least.

“Ah, hello there!” He approached you“You must be Y/N Y/L/N.Pleasure meeting you!”

“Likewise!” you reply, holding out your hand for him to shake

At work, Lucifer found it extremely hard to stay focused. His little girl wasn't exactly happy with the new changes and it took Lucifer a while to convince her to stop crying and try to open up to the new nanny. Now that he was away from his girl however, he was getting more and more nervous himself.

But when he got home that night everything was...perfect? More than he ever imagined. Y/N and his daughter were sitting at the coffee table, exactly where he left them that morning, except they were coloring

“Daddy look!” his princess came running to show him the drawing she was working on

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Lucifer was never exactly sure what you did to win his daughter over, but the little girl was obsessed. Everynight, when her daddy would come home, she would tell him about all the fun games you played together and all the stories you made up. It made Lucifer melt on the inside, knowing his angel is not only safe, but having a good time! 

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After about a month of having you as a nanny, Lucifer became curious about who you were outside the job. Not sure where that desire came from but he didn’t fight it. One wednesday night, after your shift ended, Lucifer offered to walk you out.

“She really loves you!”

“I really love her too so I’m glad” you replied

“What do you do for a living? I mean this can’t be all there is!'' Lucifer said, gesturing towards the elevator

“Well, not exactly.” you laughed

On your short way out of Lux, you told Lucifer about your other job and what your day at work consisted of. The next night, Lucifer offered to walk you out again. This time you told him about your love for music. The night after that, right before saying goodbye, Lucifer came up with an idea.

“Why don’t you stop by Lux on Sunday? We could have a chat that’s not restricted by the 2 and a half minute walk from the elevator to the front entrance” a laugh escaped your lips but Lucifer insisted “What do you say? Drinks on me!” to his surprise, you nodded.

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“Shit” the devil muttered under his breath when he saw you in his club, leaning over the railing of the stairs. Dressed in a tiny balck dress that accentuates your figure perfectly, curious eyes wandering around the room, no doubt searching for him, Lucifer was just now making sense of his emotions. He liked you. He had fallen for his daughter’s babysitter! With this realisation, a wave of nervousness took over him but he tried his best to ignore it. He made his way to you, wrapping an arm around your waist to welcome you properly.

~~~

Days passed since that night. Lucifer was extremely busy with his job and he had to ask you to stay over later than usual on a couple occasions. He didn’t walk you out, saying he was extremely tired or that he needed to put the little one to bed. In truth, he was scared of hurting you. He was falling in love with you just the way his daughter did that first day.

“ Do you think Y/N is nice?”

“I do princess. She is very nice” Lucifer replied. Him and his sweet girl were cuddled up in his big bed, like they always did before going to sleep

“Do you think she is more than nice?”

“I think Y/N is a wonderful, wonderful girl” Luce replied with a smile, looking at his daughter barely holding back a giggle “But why do you ask, love? What are you thinking about?”

“I think she reminds me a lot of you”

“You do?” Lucifer laughed

“I think you like her”

“Well she is an awfully nice girl, it’s impossible to not like someone like her”

“No, I mean you like her!” the little girl sat up in bed, jumping for joy and giggling “The way Prince Charming likes Snow White!”

Lucifer simply laughed at the little girl’s antics but the next day, when you showed up in the morning, he grabbed your hand and led you to the balcony.

“So I was wondering if you are free tomorrow night?”

“I am actually. What is it? New break in the case and you need me to stay late?” you laughed but Lucifer didn’t even crack a smile.

“No, I was wondering if you would like to have dinner with me?”

You looked at him in confusion

“It’s nothing work related” Lucifer clarified “I’ve just been...well. If I am completely honest I’ve just been enjoying your company. I love the way you interact with my little girl and how you make her happy and” Lucifer took a deep breath in “You make me happy too”

“Are you asking me out on a date?” 

“I am”

The little girl inside called out for Y/N, wanting to show her something in her room. Right before going after her, you leaned up and placed a quick kiss to Lucifer’s cheek.

“I would love to go on a date with you.” and with that, you disappeared back into the penthouse, leaving Lucifer alone and smiling from ear to ear.

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Plan

Star: Jo Haseul (Loona)

Idea: Yes

Love: Hi cause recent news that Haseul is finally back could you do a Haseul x 13th fem!member. Where reader has been sad and overwhelmed lately, added that Haseul is gone so she cries to her members sometimes but when Haseul comes back to the dorm again reader is super happy? Thanks! I love you a lot!

A/n: Haseulllllllllll, thank you for requesting!!!

Sorry if I went on a little tangent love my head is in space again😅Hope you still like it!

You wrapped your arms around the older girl hugging her back as a giggle escaped past her lips, “Don’t forget to get some rest okay?”

Pulling away Haseul cupped your cheeks, frowning at your obvious tired state which made you roll your eyes and playfully pushed her away when you saw the worry and concern, “Yes mom,”

The small sounds of her laughter never failed to make you smile as Haseul waved at you and the others before she left the dorm after exchanging one more set of goodbyes.

When the door closed all of the girls got back to their own business, you walked back to your room sighing when you saw the stacked books and notebooks that you left on the table.

You padded towards your desk, sitting on the chair as you wore your glasses and took one book, your mind focusing on your task as you zoned out from everything.

A few hours later your door opened but you were too occupied to realize it until someone pulled the book out of your hands, you jumped back, hand on your chest as you looked at Kahei who glanced at you with concern,

“Unnie, you scared me!” you exclaimed, the older girl furrowing her eyebrows before she noticed piles of books on your desk.

“I knocked on your door multiple times, Y/n” carefully Kahei placed the book down as you breathed out, heart slowing down after the scare.

“Sorry, I didn’t notice, I was focusing too much,” you reasoned, a yawn leaving your lips as Kahei looked at you with concern, “Let’s eat dinner, so you can sleep,” she said, pulling you by the arm and you couldn’t resist, seeing the time on the clock you were surprised that it was already so late.

Jungeun and Sooyoung were in the kitchen, chatting with each other before their attention had shifted to you.

Frowns etched into their faces when they saw the fatigue in your face, the yawning that followed while you rubbed your eyes through your glasses didn’t help as Kahei sat you down before she prepared you some food.

The blonde and the brunette ended their talk and took the seats in front of you, observing as you kept nodding off, your eyes fighting to stay open as you mumbled to yourself, when Kahei came back she gave you a plate with a glass of water, also sitting beside you. Silence surrounded all of you as they let you eat,

“Are you doing okay, Y/n?”

Sooyoung was the first to break the silence, voicing out the thoughts that everyone had as you glanced up to see them looking at you with a certain look you knew far too well,

“I’m fine,” you said with a tired smile on your face, not giving any assurance to your members at all but when you saw them get filled with more worry you sigh and gave them a reassuring smile,

“I promise when I need help I would ask for you or anyone in the dorm,” you said, giving them your full smile which made their worries lessen as they sighed and looked at one another.

“We just don’t want you overworking yourself,”

You understood their concern because they’ve been seeing how hard you’ve worked, the hours you spent in the company trying to perfect the routines and the late nights that you’ve spent working on your projects, it made them worry because lately you’ve been getting too exhausted that they’re getting worried for your health.

When you finished your meal, Sooyoung volunteered to wash your plates as Kahei ushered you to your room, making sure that you were going to sleep and not work on anything because you still had a schedule tomorrow.

Hearing the door shut the three sighed, all thinking about your well being as they pondered about your situation,

“I hope Y/n’s taking care of herself,” Sooyung muttered after she was finished, sitting with the other two who only nodded in agreement, “She’s too stubborn,” Jungeun commented as they all glanced to the hallway.

Looking at your door before they debated on what to do with you. They all made a promise to their leader, to take care of you and make sure you weren’t overworking yourself.

Haseul knew how stubborn you were to finish a task even if you were already dead tired, she often stayed with you at nights just to make sure you didn’t stay up finishing something you could be doing tomorrow.

So she made sure that before she left she could entrust her fellow leaders to take care of you, even talking with Kahei because she knew that you two were close, considering you two were foreigners and often bonded to learn Korean when you were trainees.

“Let’s just go to sleep, we have schedules tomorrow,” Sooyoung said, glancing at the two who smiled and bid her goodnight, each of them going back to their separate rooms and calling it a night.

—

“Alright, water break!” Sooyoung announced, everyone choosing a corner to sit and drink their water as they rested.

But you didn’t sit as you only drank your water and went near the mirror, trying to redo the part you were struggling at, but everytime you attempted it, one foot would always be off and if you were to perfect the feet your arms would be wrong, at some point you were so frustrated that you decided to ask for someone's help,

“Haseul unnie can you help me?”

All of your members became quiet, staring at you as you didn’t seem to notice what you said, repeating the move as you mumbled to yourself every time you got it wrong,

“Unnie can you--” raising your head you met all their eyes, worry obviously present, you furrowed your eyebrows for a minute before you realized what you said.

Your eyes were quick to drop to the floor, lips pursed as you stared back into the mirror, a sigh leaving your lips.

It wasn’t the first time that this had happened, accidentally calling your leader because you struggled. It was a natural instinct, to call for the older girl as she had been the one to always take care of you.

Though the others also help you it was something about your leader that made you warm up to her more than the others, there were a few times where you accidentally did it.

Everyone understood at first, you had a connection with Haseul. Now they were getting concerned because of the frequency that it had been happening, they knew you were always happy being around the older woman.

It was practically visible how you always lit up when she was around, because you were used to her being by your side, constantly nearby when you needed her.

When they saw the way your shoulders sagged, Jiwoo was the first to stand from her place, walking behind you and wrapping her arms around your waist.

She nuzzled her head in the crook of your neck, you closed your eyes, embracing her warmth before you suddenly felt more pairs of arms enveloping you into a hug.

The girls all hugged you, making sure you knew they were there as you slowly started to tear up, truth be told you were struggling a lot. Not only did the hiatus of your leader affect you, but you also had been feeling overwhelmed because of all the work you’ve been doing.

With the countless schedules that you had to do, it gave you less time to work on your projects. Which resulted in you having to stay up late just to finish it.

They all hugged you and tried to take all your pain away, they knew it was hard, being an idol while also going through school. Though some of them didn’t experience it they can observe and see that you’re really struggling but you still try to hide the fact.

So all they could do is hug you and assure you that they were always with you, whenever you needed it.

—

Haseul was laying on her bed, scrolling through her phone and the messages in the group chat while she caught up on everything that was happening back at the dorm. Making sure that everyone was safe and sound.

She was about to put her phone down when she got another message from Sooyoung.

Haseul opened it and thought that the brunette would only check up on her but seeing as she mentioned your name worry started to build up inside her.

But as the conversation went on, a frown etched into her face, lowering and lowering until the end of Sooyoung's message. She told Haseul about everything you’ve been going through, saying that girls have been worrying non stop about you because of the tiredness that you’ve been feeling.

That you’re still stubborn and choose to hide it from them even if it was very clear that you were already so tired every time they see you.

Haseul had her ways of figuring out if you were hiding something, she knew you like the back of her hand, she knew when you were lying and when you tried to hide something.

She speculated something based on your tired state every time she went to the dorms. She brushed it off at first but now having gotten the story and confirmation from Sooyoung she stood up, a bright smile on her face when she already had the solution in her head.

The following day everyone seemed extra sweet, helping you start your day as they became more careful and smiley around you.

A part of you expected it, knowing that your members would do anything to make you smile and happy, but even if you knew it would happen you were still so happy so receive all the loving gestures that they would show you throughout the morning until you were dropped off to school.

At the end of the day you exited the gates, searching for the van but there was a crowd of people blocking most of the view. You didn’t think much about it, knowing that most of your fellow idols are always carrying a crowd behind them but you didn’t expect someone to grab your wrist.

You turned quickly and planned to throw your books at the person but instead Heejin greeted you as she gave you a smile, you furrowed your eyebrows at the older girl before you asked,

“Unnie? What are you--” Heejin didn’t let you finish as she pulled you away walking towards the crowd, as it parted to reveal the source of the attention was your own members.

Smiling brightly as they saw you heading towards them while you had to double take to make sure that you were seeing it correctly.

They giggled at your dumbfounded expression, “W-what are you doing here?” you asked them and they only showed you a sly grin,

“We just want to pick up our maknae. Is that so wrong?” Jinsoul replied but the smile on her face made you suspicious, “Don’t mind her, we thought it would be better if all of us go at the same time,”

Sooyoung interjected, pushing the girl away making everyone giggle, including you as they finally saw your full smile, eyes turning into crescents and nose crinkling which made them smile in delight.

A few hours later you came back to the dorms, body aching as you pushed yourself to the limits.

Not only did you have your sports fest earlier in the morning, but you also had to finish your choreography which had to be repeated several times because of some mistakes and revisions.

Opening the door you lazed past the hallway, going to the living room to crash on the couch but your whole body came to a stop as you suddenly felt wide awake, Haseul stood in the middle, a smile on her face before she opened her arms to you.

Without hesitation you bolted towards her, jumping into her embrace as she tried to balance herself, failing and landing on the couch with you on top of her.

The laugh that registered in your ears made you smile so wide that Haseul mirrored it, wrapping her arms around you just as tight and hugged you, melting in her arms you sighed and pushed your face to the crook of her neck sighing as you inhaled the familiar scent,

“I missed you so much,” you muttered softly, making the older sift her hand through your hair as she closed her eyes.

The rest could only watch with bright smiles, seeing you and Haseul happy as ever while you held each other.

It was everything they ever wanted, the two people who would constantly make them happy, their source of joy and energy, leader and maknae both happy and giggling as they rested on the couch.

—

Throughout the night you couldn’t wipe the smile on your face, not that you wanted to as you stuck beside your leader and when Haseul announced that she would be moving back to the dorm you couldn’t hold in your squeal as you and the other girls pounced on the older girl.

Surprised and happy at the news as all of you trapped her in a hug, cheering and celebrating as you ate happily. Joyous that you would have your leader back at the dorm again.

When you finished eating all of you went to wash up, planning to rest early since you had a rest day tomorrow because everything was essentially done.

Once you left your bathroom your gaze landed on the sudden stack of books which reminded you of what you have to do, the smile on your face dropped just in time for the door to open, Haseul peeking in and seeing the frown on your face.

“Hey,” you turned your head to the door, seeing the girl enter and close the door behind her. Approaching you before she held your hands in her own,

“What’s wrong?” she asked, your eyes moving to your desk, making the older follow your gaze as her own expression lowered before she pulled you towards your bed.

“Listen to me Y/n, you’re hardworking we all know that, but please don’t forget to take a rest,” Haseul said, cupping your cheeks as she brushed under your eyes, frowning at the dark circles that already formed. You closed your eyes and leaned into her hand, the warmth radiating from her forcing a sigh out of you.

Haseul glanced at the stacks of books, a smile reappearing on her face as an idea formed in her head, pulling away the older girl who waited until you opened your eyes.

Seeing the smile on her face made you confused but she was quick to pull you up and lead you to your desk, sitting down she smiled and got a book of her own, seeing the older woman's plan you had to smile. Thoughtful that she would do that as you reached for your glasses and put them on.

“Where do we start?” she asked as you looked at your sticky notes and told her where, you opened your book and started your own work, butterflies floating in your stomach as you couldn’t help but glance at the older in admiration, thankful that she would help you.

When you glanced down Haseul raised her head, she noticed your stares here and there, she found it cute each time she would see the smile on your face then after a minute she called you.

Raising your head you looked at her in question as she gave you the sweetest smile,

“I missed you too.”

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Punchline Takes a Hit (PT 1)

Summary: Hotch tells the team a joke for Jack and Spencer doesn’t get it right away. When he finally does, his ridiculous laughter awakens feelings Morgan didn’t know he had. 

Hotch came out of his office and entered the bullpen. “I almost forgot that Jack told me a joke this morning and wanted me to tell it to you all. What has two butts and kills people?” 

Elle and Morgan looked at each other, running possible answers through their minds. Hitman; no. Sadist; no. 

“An assassin,” Hotch chuckled. 

Morgan and Elle laughed. “Where’d he hear that?” Morgan wondered. 

“Someone at school heard it from their brother,” Hotch shrugged. “He was proud that he got me with it.” 

The three looked at Reid who was still contemplating the joke. His brow was furrowed, his eyes seemingly staring at the floor but not focussing. Assassin?

“Reid?” Hotch questioned. 

“I-I don’t…” he shook his head with a frown.

“You’ll figure it out,” Morgan reassured. “A hint: don’t overthink it.” 

Hotch chuckled again at the perplexed look on the youngest agent’s face and went back to his office. 

Reid got a fresh cup of coffee and sat back down. On a scrap of paper, he wrote the joke’s question and the punchline under it. Writing out the punchline was what got the joke through to him. 

The young doctor clamped a hand over his mouth, giggling. His eyes were clenched shut as he laughed. The two co-workers sitting around him shared a look. 

“You good, Pretty Boy?” Morgan chortled. 

“You just got the joke, didn’t you?” Elle sighed. 

Reid finally managed to swallow his mouthful of coffee and burst out laughing. He nodded in answer to Elle’s question. Hotch could hear Reid’s laughter from his office and couldn’t help laugh. The young genius could pinpoint where the unsub lived based on his handwriting in moments yet it took minutes for him to understand a simple quip. 

Elle spared Morgan a look, her smile softening when she noticed a different light behind the man’s eyes as he watched Reid trying to contain his laughter. 

After a few moments, Reid managed to calm himself but was left with the hiccups. Everytime Reid hiccupped, Morgan would chuckle. At first, she thought it amusing. Now though? Five minutes later? It was driving her insane. 

The brunette ventured into the breakroom and thrust a cold bottle of water into Reid’s hands when she came back.

*****

JJ and Reid were talking in the breakroom later in the afternoon. 

“Did you hear the joke Hotch told earlier?” Reid giggled at the thought of the joke.

“No. What was it?” JJ grinned at her child-like friend.

Reid managed to tell the joke- a smile constantly on his face and through giggles. 

“Want some Tums for those butterflies, lover-boy?” Elle teased suddenly, making Morgan jump. 

“Jesus, Elle!” Morgan hissed from where he sat at his desk. 

“You’re gonna talk to him, right?”

“I talk to him all the time,” Morgan shrugged, trying to dismiss the woman’s teasing. 

Elle gave him an incredulous look. 

“I- No. Not about this.”

“Why not? There’s nothing in the books saying agents can’t date.” Elle crossed her arms over her chest, tapping the toe of her shoe waiting for an answer. 

“I...It’s not a smart move.” 

“Not a smart move?” Elle scoffed. “It’s one of the smartest moves you could make.”

“What move?” Reid wondered as he and JJ appeared in the doorway. 

“Pulling his head out of his ass long enough to breath,” Elle covered, ignoring  Morgan’s galre. 

Reid’s brow furrowed again in confusion, but he dismissed it and headed back to his desk to finish the consult he was working on. 

“Butterflies?” JJ looked between the two profilers with a knowing smirk. 

“Does everyone know?” Morgan threw his arms up. 

“I’m not a profiler and I know, so probably.” JJ shrugged. 

Morgan glanced at Reid with wide eyes, silently asking the two women if Reid might know as well. The women glanced at Reid. “No,” they answered at the same time. 

“I’ll give Garcia a heads up that you’re gonna want to talk to her for date ideas.” JJ beamed and left with a bounce in her step.

*****

“Pretty Boy.” Morgan caught Reid’s elbow as the younger agent pressed the down button for the elevator. 

Spencer looked at Morgan with widened eyes, shock evident in them. “Yeah?” 

“Wanna get some coffee that’s supposed to be sweet without rotting your teeth?” Morgan offered. “My treat.” 

“Oh. Sure,” Reid smiled. “The coffee they have here isn’t good enough?” he teased. 

“Do you see the ability to steam milk?” Morgan smirked. 

“Fair point. But if you want frothy milk, it’s not hard to do. I mean, you could buy a hand-held frother- they don’t cost much. Or if you have a jar- like a canning jar- then you fill it a third of the way and shake it like crazy until the milk doubles in size. It only takes about a minute, actually,” Reid explained. 

As the two got into the elevator, Reid missed the thumbs up JJ and Garcia were sending Morgan’s way with wide smiles. 

“You don’t usually drink coffee after four unless we have a case. What changed?” Reid’s question pulled Morgan’s wandering mind back to the present. 

“Uh...it’s just one of those cooler fall days, you know? Gets ya in the mood for warmer drinks.” 

“Have you had spiced cider?” Reid asked, excitement in his eyes. “My favorite coffee house only has it from October first to December 31.” 

“You never really struck me as a cider kinda guy,” Morgan noted. 

“It has to be real cider. The stuff they sell at the store isn’t worth the money. It’s just over priced, juice made from crab apples- not really crab apples, but it’s sour enough to be. It has to be real cider,” Reid explained. 

“If you like cider so much, have you had hard cider?” 

“I don’t drink,” Reid shook his head. “I like the usage of my frontal lobe and liver too much. Not to mention what it does to your kidneys and blood- Alcohol is just back for you. Some people swear that a glass of red wine is good for at the end of the day, but more current studies are finding that it’s not because it kicks your liver into hyper drive right before you lay down to go to bed so it actually keeps you up.” 

Morgan chuckled at Reid’s info-dumping. A lot of people found it annoying, but Morgan saw the truth behind it. The more the kid trusted you, the more he info-dumped. He wasn’t huge on physical touch from others- he, JJ, and Garcia were working on that- so he showed he cared by sharing his infinite knowledge with you. 

“Sorry.” Reid tugged the cuffs of his cardigan over his palms and fisted his hands. “I was rambling.” 

“It’s all good. I knew people thought wine could help disease- my aunt swears by it- but I didn’t know they were disproving it. I’ll have to send her some of those sources of yours, huh?” 

“I can forward them to you tomorrow,” Reid nodded.

*****

Reid got up from their table to get them refills. They’d been chatting and working on a jigsaw puzzle at the back of the coffee house. Morgan sent a quick text to JJ. 

“I don’t think he knows I asked him out.” 

JJ giggled as she replied. “So tell him you asked out. You know Spence. You have to be painfully clear.” 

Reid sat back on the couch, handing Morgan one of the cups of spiced cider. “Do we have a case?” 

“Nah. Just JJ texting to see what’s up,” Morgan shrugged. He couldn’t help but admire Spencer. The younger man went right back to the puzzle, the awkward air floating miles above his head.

**********

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The Brain and The Muscle pt. I

Type: Fluff/Angst-ish

Character: Kim Minseok (College AU! x Reader)

Words Counted: 2k4+

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I pulled over the car onto what seems to be an available parking space, as I watched the place getting even more packed with college kids. Yes, I’m on my third year, but I’ve never attend to this type of party before. I could see the familiar football star player, raising up his red, plastic cup in the air before he shouted something and everyone joins him.

           “It looks super crowded…” I told Baekhyun who was fixing his hair.

           Baekhyun is my roommate. He’s in the football team (not like I am—I’m not good with sports) and we’re in the same class together. Even though we have our differences—style-wise and socially—but we have that something in common that makes us connect. We talked a lot about our daily life. We go to the same university, study in the same faculty, but it’s almost like we have different lives.

           “Come on, it won’t be so bad, and besides…” He turned to the packed house. I looked at where his eyes were directing, and he was motioning to the girls holding their colorful plastic cups before he could turn back to me with a smug.

           “Maybe you’ll find someone in the crowd that’s girl enough for you.” He jokingly said.

-

I stood there with a blue plastic cup on my hand. Adjusting the glasses that I was wearing, I looked among the crowds and there’s no familiar face anywhere, not even Baekhyun. He suddenly ditched me off before bouncing some place. I let out a sigh before spinning the liquor in my cup.

           I shouldn’t have come to this dump, I could’ve finished that history paper on The Cold War! I mumbled to myself before taking a sip of my drink. I looked around the place, and it seems that everyone knows everybody. And they are having genuine fun. Some of them are laughing. Some of them are even kissing each other’s face off in the corner of the room. But I try not to stare at them or else they’ll think I’m a creep.

           I walked from where I stood and found myself outside in the backyard. It wasn’t as crowded as the inside, but there were still people. Some were in the pool having a night dip, most of them are sitting on the grass chatting up and laughing. I saw an empty bench so I decided to trot my way there and take a seat.

           I let out a sigh, pushing my hair back before I could put my plastic cup aside. I pulled out my phone, deciding to text Baekhyun.

To Baekhyun: where the hell are you? I can’t find you in this place.

But of course, no reply. I looked at the time on my screen and it was still 11.30 PM. I’ve been here for 30 minutes what felt like a decade.

           “Hey, mind if I sit here?” I voice suddenly asked. I turn my head to the source of the voice, and it was a girl, standing holding onto a bowl what looks like filled with snacks and a plastic cup.

           “Uh… yeah, yeah sure.” I answered her as I scoot aside. She smiled and took a seat beside me before setting her cup and bowl between us.

           “Feel free to take it if you want.” She chirped, referring to the bowl of chips. I nodded at her with a small smiled before she could turn her attention to her phone.

           I watched her as she scroll through her social media and I have to admit—she’s beautiful. She was wearing a basketball jersey and a ripped jeans, paired with a pair of black sneakers. Her hair is tied into a messy bun, leaving strands of her hair hanging.

           She turned to me and raised an eyebrow.

           “Staring much?” She asked, snapping me out of my daze.

           “Ah! Sorry, didn’t mean to stare.” I quickly apologized, but she giggled.

           “It’s okay Minseok, I was just teasing.” She smiled, before putting chip into her mouth.

           She knows me?

           “We’re in the same class together.” She said, as if she was reading my mind.

           I nodded my head.

           “I’ve never see you attending to this kind of party before.” She said, shifting her position to me.

           “Well… long story short, my roommate kind of dragged me into this place.” I answered her.        

           “Oh no… don’t tell me he left you hanging here?” She asked, and I just shrugged with a wry smile.

           “Well, your roommate sucks.” She pointed and I burst out laughing.

           “I can’t argue with you there.” I told her and she giggled.

We talked about college a little bit, and I started to enjoy her company here.

           “So why are you sitting here with me then? Did you come alone?” I asked her.

           “Oh, I came here with my boyfriend, but…” She looked down to her cup and shook her head. “I don’t know…” she smiled before looking away towards the people having a swim.

           I turned to where she was looking before looking back at her. She let out a breath.

           “I didn’t feel like going, but he insisted—well, basically forced me to come, and here I am, facing the same faith as you.” She joked, leaning her back. And I smiled.

           “Well, I hope being the ditches in this party is a good thing.” I said, raising my cup to her.

           “So far, it is.” She smiled, crashing her cup with mine lightly before we both to a sip.

20 minutes or so after talking with her, a familiar figure trotted towards us, and it was Baekhyun.

           “Ah, well, I’ve seen you’ve met (Y/N).” He smiled cheekily placing his hands on his hips. “So how is my roomie treating you?” Baekhyung asked.

           “Wait, you’re Baekhyun’s roommate? How do you stand to be in the same room with this crazy?” She asked jokingly and Baekyun let out a laugh.

           “Funny. But I’m not as crazy as you think I am… right Minseok?” Baekyun asked. And I just rolled my eyes, not even bothered to answer his question.

           “You know (Y/N) right? In the same class as you, and she’s on the basketball team.” Baekhyun stated.

           (Y/N) blushed before she could threw a couple of chips at Baekhyun.

           “Pretty self explanatory.” I said with a smile, noting the basketball jersey she was wearing.          

           “She’s the star player in the team! People love her! She’s so good at what she do!” Baekhyun bragged her, which only makes her blush even more.

           “Byun Baekhyun, stop it or else I’m going to throw you into the pool!” She stood up and Baekhyun took a step back.    

           “She’s feisty too.” Baekyun winked at me.

           She sat back down before tucking the strands of hair behind her ear.

           “We’re having a round of truth or dare, any of you guys want to join?” Baekyun asked.

           “Pass.”

           “Pass.” (Y/N) and I said together, causing Baekhyun to creep up a smirk.

           “Lucas is playing, do you really want to pass?” Baekhyun told (Y/N).

           She bit her bottom lip, hesitant on what to decide. “I’ll pass.” She finally decide.

           “Okay.” Baekhyun started to back away before he could turn around and walk back to the house.

           “Baekhyun what time are we leaving?” I asked.

           “Not until I get to kiss Sana!” He answered, raising up his hand.

I let out a grunt as (Y/N) watched me slope down on my seat with a chuckle.

           “That’s going to take centuries.” She added and I sat right up before shifting my position a bit more comfortable.

           “So, Lucas is…” I trailed off.

           “My boyfriend, yes.” She answered, her lips firm shut as after she said it as if it tasted bitter in her mouth when she said he’s her boyfriend.

           “Minseok, have you tried the food here?” She suddenly asked, patting my forearm.

           I shook my head. She stood up, holding onto my hand tugging me.

           “Come on, you must try the bulgogi here, it’s Junmyeon’s mom secret recipe.” She said, and I went with her.

We both walked back into the building and it wasn’t as packed as before because most of them are outside now. She guided me to where the food was, as if she has the blueprint to the place. She took a plate and placed some food on mine, as if I’d finish all of them.

           “You’re very much familiar with this place aren’t you?” I asked her and she just smiled.

           “Us in the basketball team are pretty much close with the football team as well. We hang out with each other, maybe because some of us are interested in any different kinds of sports, and some of the guys from the football team are dating those from the basketball team.”

           “Ah, so it’s almost like a sports-crossed lovers?” I asked and she laughed.

           “If you want it to put it that terms, then, yes, it’s something like that.” She smiled.

           Everytime she smiled at me, I felt this jolt of joy fluttering in my heart. Her smile was so warm and gentle, it’s like I’ve known her my whole life.

           She then started to rub her palm against her biceps.

           “Are you cold? Here you can use mine.” I said quickly taking my flannel off and putting it on her shoulder.

           “Minseok, you didn’t have to though.” She smiled.

           “Yeah well, just take it as if I’m trying to get a good impression out of you.” I winked and he giggled.

           “Oh, is that so?” She raised her eyebrow, a bright smile formed on her lips.

           I nodded my head. “Did I succeed?” I asked.

           Her eyes looked over my shoulder and her smile quickly fades away.

           “What’s wrong?” I asked, I turned around to see where she was looking.

A bunch of football guys were hurling on the couch, so were a group of girls were there too. One of the guys was making out with a brunette, wearing a short red dress, as everyone was cheering them. Even Baekhyun is there.

           I turn back to (Y/N) and her face just shows flat. No emotions. As if everything just became numb for her.

           “Hey, you okay?” I asked her, placing my hand on her.

           “Let’s get out of here.” She suddenly said.

           “What?” I asked, shocked at her decision.

           “Let’s go.” She got up from where we were sitting and walked towards the front door.

           I looked back at the small crowd hurling the sofa before I turn and quickly went after (Y/N).

She stood there on the side of the streets, her back facing the house. I watched her as she raised her hands to her temples before I could trot myself towards her.

           “(Y/N)?” I called, but she quickly to a step further away from me.

           “Minseok, can you drive me home?” She asked, turning to face me.

           I can see her face clear under the street light now. Her eyes were red and teary. I didn’t want to ask any further questions to her because it’s hurting her already.

           “Sure, I’ll text Baekhyun—”            “No wait, I’ll text him.” She then fished her phone out of her pockets as we both walked towards the car. She got into the passenger seat as I got behind the wheel.

           “Baekhyun hasn’t answered yet, but I’ll let him know that you’re taking me home.” She said.

           “Okay…” I answered her softly.

           She placed he phone on her lap before covering her face with her hands. She started sobbing and tearing up, and I just sat there, watch her cry. I didn’t start the engine because I didn’t want to. I didn’t do anything because I don’t know what the hell am I supposed to do?

“I’m sorry, you have to see me like this.” She apologized. “And I’m sorry I got mascara and tears on your flannel.” She tried to laugh, turning her face to me, and I just gave her an empathic smile.

           “Don’t worry about it, and I won’t ask if you’re not comfortable taling about.” I said in a low voice.

           She placed her hand on her lap before she could turn to me and leaned her head on my shoulder.

           “I’ll talk about it when I want to, just not now…” I was surprised by her sudden moves, and I can feel my heart racing as I tried to focus on what I was about to do. I turned the engine to my car on and pulled out from the side of the road.

           She was quiet during the whole trip. She only pointed the direction to her apartment where she lives.

           She got out of the car as rolled the passenger side window as she bent down to give me a warm smile.

           “Thanks for driving me home.” She smiled through her puffy and red eyes.

           “No worries.” I smiled back at her.

           She looked to the building behind her, before biting her bottom lip. “I should probably go.” She said, and I nodded my head.

           “Yeah, take some rest okay? I’ll see you tomorrow?” I asked her.

           “Oh yeah, I forgot that we actually have class tomorrow.” She face-palmed herself before giggling.

           “Okay… bye.” She backed away before she could walk towards the building.

           I watched her as she stepped into the building and looked over her shoulder through the glass door. She smiled at me before she could wave her hand and I waved back at her as I pulled away from the driveway.

           The drive back to the apartment was somehow, so quiet, and yet there was this sense of calm in me. When I pulled up on the apartment parking lot, My phone suddenly rang in my pocket and I fished it before I could answer the phone.

           “Hello?” I answered.

           “Dude, I just read the text from (Y/N)—she went home with you?” Baekhyun’s yelled, over the loud music in the background.

           “Yeah, she said she wanted to go home right away, why?” I asked.

           I can hear Baekhyun sighed but a chuckled followed right after.

           “It’s fine Minseok, no need to worry.”Baekhyun said. “Just look after her okay? I know her well enough to know that she’s in a crazy mental state right now.” Baekhyun suddenly said.

           “Okay…” I answered him.

           “Anyways—can you drive back here and pick me up?”

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hi, don’t worry, this will have a part II, and it’s in progress only touching it up a little bit so, stay tuned and i hope you like it

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[aidanrgallagher7]

Love in The Midst of Doomsday~

Five Hargreaves × Reader

Chapter Two

Chapter Three: Day Three

Word Count 2.3k

Warnings: few cuss words

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As the night goes on and on, your anxiety just got worse and worse. Questions such as these kept rushing through your mind: why isn't he back yet? Is he hurt? What is happening to him? So you paced your apartment rooms and waited and waited. Your father tried to calm you down but his words only made you worry more. 

"Dad, why don't you wake up Lila? I'm sure that she wouldn't mind chatting with you."

Elliot "She's the one that tied me up!"

"Because you almost shot my husband!" 

Elliot shushes you, "Only because I thought that he was lying."

"Look dad, I can't go back and forth with you right now. I don't know what happened to Five and I don't know why he hasn't come back yet-"

Elliot "Okay, okay. I am sure that he and Diego are fine, sweetheart. For all that we know, they could be having a pleasant conversation with their father." You open your mouth to respond but you see a flash of light coming from the front of your building. You run to the window to find Five holding Diego up with his arms. 

"Oh my god, Lila! Wake up!" She rushes to you in a panic, "Something is wrong with Diego, help me help Five." She nods and you too bolt out the front doors. 

When you meet Five in the hallway, you see that he too is bleeding.

"Oh my god, Five-"

Five "I'm alright, just help me get him upstairs." Lila takes his other arm while you help Five. 

Lila "Who the hell stabbed him!?"

Five "Our father." He grunts.

"Long story?"

Five chuckles, "Not this time hun." Once you four get upstairs to the apartment, Five pretty much collapses from exhaustion. 

"Five, let me see it." He lets go of his neck and shows you scratch marks that were bleeding. 

Five "It's nothing-"

"Who did this?"

Five sighs, "Pogo."

"Pogo?!"

Five nods, "He is younger, just like all of us but for him, it makes sense."

"And he didn't remember you."

Five "No. He did what he was trained to do. I'm alright, just need to get it cleaned." 

"I'll go get everything." He nods and then looks over at Lila who is cleaning Diego's wound very intelligently.

Five "How do you know how to do that?"

Lila "My mother. Oh..did you cut yourself shaving? I can teach you, y'know. Like a big boy-"

Five "Just ran into an old family friend." Lila nods, "and I don't you dare treat me like I'm a kid, I am way older than you-"

Lila laughs, "Okay."

"I have the stuff, c'mere." He was on the verge of knocking Lila out but when he saw you, he lost the urge. You keep him sane, you keep him right. He follows you to the bathroom and sits down on the side of the bathtub. You take out an alcohol pad and wipe the area clean. Five has been through much worse so he does not even flinch at the skin contact. You almost lost Five after one of his more intense missions that the Handler put him on. You remember that fear, that gut wrenching fear of losing your everything. 

You sigh, "I knew that something was wrong."

Five chuckles, "You were always intellectually connected with me."

You snicker, "I guess the connection comes with being with the love of my life so I'll take it." He looks at you with puppy-dog eyes and a small smile forms on the corner of his lips. 

Five "I don't think that you will ever know how much I love you."

"I do." You quickly kiss his lips before you turn his face so that you can clean and bandage his cuts. He flinches only when you had to place the bandage on him because you had to slightly push down to secure it in place.

"I'm sorry." He does not respond, he only crashes his lips to yours. The kiss was long and passionate. When you both pulled back, you both were out of breath. "What was that for?"

Five smirks, "I was going to do that when you kissed me the first time but you pushed my face away."

"I had too-"

Five "I know. Thank you for helping me baby."

"You're welcome. Let's go check on your brother- wait," you just remembered that you didn't ask him how and what happened in that place. "Why did your father stab him?"

Five "I don't know. I was dealing with Pogo when Diego was with our father. I just found him laying there afterwards."

"Well you both are here now, that's all that matters."

Five "I know but it still didn't solve the problem. We have to talk to him, Y/n."

"And you will. Tonight was just not the time."

Five "We are running out of time."

"Hey, look at me." He stops walking and looks at you, "I know that we don't have a lot of time. But we can fix this. We've been through a lot of shit together, and we've made it through it all, didn't we?" He nods, "So we can get through this tough time. We will figure out how to fix the timeline and stop doomsday." He nods and places his head upon yours.

Five "I'm sorry for lashing out."

"I'm not mad, you have every reason to be stressed out. But the important thing is, is that we have each other again. And together-"

Five "We can do anything." You nod. "Let's go check on him..then can we go to bed?" He says with a pleading voice.

"Yes," you laugh, "Bed sounds nice." He laughs and checks on Diego and Lila. She tells him that he stopped losing blood and she stitched him up with your father's help. 

Five "Thank you, Elliot." He nods. "And thank you Lila." 

Lila "No problem. Your brother has been there for me when no one else has..I owe him. I'll see you two in the morning."

You both, "Good night." Soon after she went to bed, you, Five and your father went to bed yourselves.

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When the sun seeps through the curtain, you and Five wake up. You have a migraine from all of the stress and anxiety that you had all last night and Five can tell by the way you pause at the edge of the bed. As the husband he is, he maneuvers himself to your side and he wraps his arms around your waist and begins to kiss your shoulder. You hum from his affection.

Five "What do you need?"

"Nothing, just my head-"

Five "I know, I can feel it." You huff as you place your head in your palms, "Is there anything I can do?"

"You do enough, babe." He kisses your shoulder again and again until there was a knock on your door.

Five mumbles, "Everytime.." 

"What is it?"

Elliot "We have something, come on out." You and Five hurry out if your room and find Elliot stuffing his face with a bowl of cereal by his cluster of signals and equipment.

Five "So..what do you have-" and then he heard an alarm go off. "What is that?"

Elliot "The atmospheric radar...wha-what are you tracking?"

Five "Sound waves." He looks at you and he smiles.

Elliot "Why-"

Five "You're coming with me." He takes your hand as he blinks before Elliot could ask any more questions. Elliot huffs and just rolls his eyes.

Before you knew it, you and Five were in the middle of a corn field. He never once let go of your hand as the both of you made your way through the tall weeds.

"Five, why are we here?"

Five "A sibling of mine is here, I just don't know which one yet." You continue to walk on with Five until he slows down suddenly. Then, he let's go of your hand and kneels down in front of something.

Five "Hello Vanya."

Vanya "Who are you?"

Five "I am your brother."

Vanya "And..who is she?"

"Hello, my name is Y/n. I'm your brother's wife."

Vanya "Hold on...I have a brother."

Five "You don't remember?" She shakes her head, "Well, the Ikea mafia will come back for you if you do not come with me.."

Vanya "Why are they after me?"

Five "Because you are not supposed to be here, Vanya."

Vanya "In Dallas?"

Five "No, here..in 1963." You three make your way to the middle of the cornfield. But it is not just the middle of the field, it has been made into a perfect circle. Five knew that Vanya was the cause of it.

Vanya "Holy shit."

Five "Yeah, crazy right?" She nods and then she remembered that she herself was the cause of this art piece. 

Vanya "Will you explain to me what the hell is going on?"

Five "When we get to our next destination."

Vanya "Which is-" before she knew it, he blinks us three into a cozy coffee shop in downtown Dallas. "How-"

Five "Long story." You can see the concern and confusion in her eyes and you can't help but feel sympathy for her and her situation. 

Vanya "Just tell me who I am."

Five sighs, "When you were a baby, you were bought by an eccentric billionaire. He raised you in an elite academy with six other siblings with extraordinary powers. But in the year 2019, to avoid the apocalypse, we jumped into a vortex but we ended up scattered throughout the timeline in dallas texas." You huff because you know that that was way too much for any human being to process all at once. But at the same time, you also know that we do not have much time to chit-chat. "Any questions?" 

Five "You really don't remember anything?"

Vanya "W-what causes the apocalypse?" 

Vanya "No I um, I had an accident. When I fell I hit my head and I lost my memory." He looks at you with sadness in his eyes because he knew that she was the cause of the first horrific apocalypse in 2019. He looks down at his black coffee and thinks for a second and figures that if he lied, it would hurt her less than her knowing the truth.

Five "An asteroid impact. It is night and day from the first one but...it all ends in the same result."

Vanya "The first one?"

"There is another one coming-"

Five "It followed us. In eight days from now, the world ends in a nuclear doomsday." 

Vanya's eyes start to water at the thought, "That can't be right."

Five "I saw it. You were there. We all were. I wish I could unsee it but I can't."

Vanya "I have to make a call-"

Five "Vanya, we don't have the time! We have to find the other's."

"Five, just let her make the call. I'm sure that it won't take long." She thanks you and then runs to the phone that is by a booth. 

He sighs and leans against the barstool, "She took that well, at least."

"Mm, as well as she could."

Five nods, "I wonder who she's calling."

"Maybe she will tell us when she is done."

Five "I'm just glad that I have her back."

"You will get the other's back too, Five." He kisses your cheek and begun to tap his foot on the ground in aggravation because his sister is still on the phone. 

Five "We don't have time for this."

"Five-" he does not listen to you this time, he walks over and takes the phone out of Vanya's hand and hung it up.

Vanya "What the hell?!" He grabs her so that she calms down and focuses.

Five "We do not have time for this Vanya!"

Vanya "THAT WAS MY FRIEND YOU HUNG UP ON!" 

Five "We have to find the others and figure out how to stop doomsday!" She huffs and walks away from her brother and he does not know what to do in the moment. So you take his hand and you follow Vanya to her car. Five explains a little bit more before we all got to a wrestling match. 

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When you three got out, you and Vanya were both confused until you walked inside.

Vanya "Hey, I know that guy! He showed up to my friend's barn..apologizing to me. Who is he?"

Five "He is your brother." She understands that fairly quickly and rushes over to the rink to watch Luther begin to fight his opponent. He lets her go ahead before he joins her to spend some time with you. "At least she knows Luther."

"Only because he went and talked to her. Only God knows what he said to her."

Five rolls his eyes, "Knowing Luther, he probably told her too much."

"How did you know that he would be here?"

Five "I found him first remember?" You nod, "Well his boss makes him fight for money so, I figured that we would have a good chance of catching tonight's big win." He said sarcastically, making you giggle. "Come on, he's about to start." He takes your hand and you both walk towards the sidelines. As it started, Luther was winning. He was getting in really good and strong punches on his opponent. That was until he got his first knock to the ground that he shifted his mindset and he pleaded to be knocked out. 

Luther "Give me what you got!"

Five "What the hell is he doing?!"

Luther "Come on, HIT ME!" He gets what he asked for, "I want to feel all of the pain." After that, he got hit so hard that he was flung up in the air and passed out. 

Five and Vanya "Shit…" 

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[mulderist]

Wicked Game

Chapter 1 // Chapter 2 // read on AO3 // @today-in-fic​

Washington, D.C - 1948. Fox Mulder is a detective on the top vice unit; scandal, corruption, and lies come with the territory. He is forced to investigate a fellow officer and finds the lies go much deeper than the truth.

CHAPTER 3

Arlington National Cemetery One week later 9:17 am

Leaves rustled in the trees overhead as the honor guard reloaded and repositioned their rifles. The sharp bang, like a hit on a snare drum, echoed through the eerie calm of the cemetery. I could feel it happening again. Everytime I thought I was past this nonsense it kept coming back. I wanted to close my eyes but it would have brought me back to the mud and rain of Wake Island. When you’ve been knee deep in death you never forget it. I could still smell the humid air, the burnt powder, the smoke.

I closed my eyes for a moment and balled my fist tighter as images clear as photographs flashed before me. Three years ago, I donned the dress blues and watched a soldier from my company laid to rest. It felt like I was having a heart attack as I listened to the twenty-one guns and the cries of his grieving widow. Fingers pressed hard creating a thick new line in my palm and my flashback dissolved. 

Each shot up to this point was torture. My salute wavered with the final pop and I felt the elephant on my chest move aside, allowing me to breathe a little. A bead of sweat broke free from under my hatband and took a slow slide down my temple. The back of my neck prickled. I swallowed hard and moved to parade rest as the honor guard queued up and left the gravesite. My fingers slowly loosened their curl and I felt the circulation return to the tips. Once the ringing in my ears stopped I was able to appreciate the sound of silence. 

It was a small group of mourners, mainly fellow Marines from Spender’s company and a few officers from the precinct. He had no wife, no kids, not sure if his mother was still alive. Seems that the only family representative was his father. Jeffrey had the distinction of a military funeral at Arlington due to his rank and heroics at Guadalcanal. At the drop of a hat he would tell the story about surviving hand-to-hand combat and rescuing a senior officer during a nighttime raid. I’m sure each time he retold it, that fish got a little bigger. At any rate, he’s now buried amongst other honorable men. His father was able to cut through any red tape like a hot knife through butter to make it happen. And almost as if on cue I spied the old man in his expensive dark striped suit accepting condolences. I recognized him through the smoke cloud that hung around like a bad party guest. I suppose he could feel my eyes on him because he headed my direction. He gestured to another older gentleman, who I assumed was his driver, and continued his approach. It was the first time I was able to truly observe him. He had all the obvious characteristics of old D.C. politics; dower demeanor, rigid walk, air of superiority.

“Sir, I’m sorry for your loss,” I said flatly as he approached. The scent of Morleys invaded my nose.

“Thank you, mister -?” He asked while offering a perfunctory handshake. 

“Mulder,” I replied as I shook his hand then tugged at my uniform jacket. 

“Ah yes,” he practically hissed, “You were Jeffrey’s partner in the vice unit. Keeping the city safe from crime and debauchery.” The cigarette smoking man took one more drag then let the stick hang on his lower lip. “My son had great potential. To be killed in the line of duty is a tragedy.”

 I didn’t know what type of condolence to offer. I wasn’t great friends with his son in the first place, it was a professional relationship and not much more.

“The precinct lost a good detective,” I finally managed to say. Jesus, that felt bitter on my tongue. I licked my lips, hoping this conversation would soon be over; my pleasantries were skating on thin ice. The Smoking Man stubbed out his cigarette and rattled off something about his resources that could aid in our murder investigation. Apparently he and the commissioner were old chums and justice would be swift. Then he took the cue and left. I stole a deep breath and watched him head towards his driver then enter a large black Cadillac that was parked at the base of the knoll.  

My feet hit the pathway just as I heard my name being called from over my shoulder. I paused and turned to see Captain Skinner walking my direction. 

“Just had a conversation with Spender’s old man.” I said.

“Is that so?” He questioned as he removed his glasses.

“Turns out he has the district police in his pocket so my services might not be needed with this investigation,” I said sarcastically.

“Did he know your connection to the case?”

“He knows I was Spender’s partner, but not that I was at the scene.” 

Skinner squared his jaw then continued to walk past me away from the thinning crowd. I followed.

“I’m awaiting the final report from the coroner. They found something of interest on the autopsy.”

“A different cause of death? Figured the gunshots were obvious,” I said.

“There was additional bloodwork. I’m not certain what the M.E. was looking for, which is why I want the final report.” He stopped and faced me. “Mulder, I don’t typically recommend this course of police action however this is a unique situation.” 

“Sir?”

“I want you to use whatever channels you have available. Legal or -- otherwise. Use the boys in forensics to your advantage. See if you can get that report and keep this ‘eyes only.”

I raised an eyebrow at the request. It’s not everyday your boss asks you to operate in the gray. Then it clicked.

“You want to keep this hush-hush.”

“I want to keep the reputation of this precinct and my vice unit intact,” he replied cryptically. I could only nod and watch as he slowly left for his car. I took an opposite path. There was a humming in my head that I wanted to knock loose with a stroll.

Flanked by rows of white crosses on green hills I continued along the pathway and suddenly saw a familiar flash of red. She was standing at a simple headstone, adjusting a small arrangement of flowers. Out of respect I waited until she stepped away onto the path before I approached.

“Excuse me,” I called from behind with a casual wave of my hand. When she looked over her shoulder I knew it was her.

“Yes?”

“I’m sorry to bother you, miss,” I began but clammed up when I saw those pools of blue. In that instant, that split second, it’s like I forgot the damn English language. My feet kept moving and I tried to say something.

“It’s no bother,” she said, thankfully.

“Are you by chance a nurse at Washington General?” I finally sputtered as we stopped walking. She nodded then thought for a moment, her arms hugged her petite frame.

“You look familiar,” she said with a delicately pointed finger, “Have we met before?” 

“We have,” I replied. She cautiously moved closer to size me up. She surveyed my uniform and I felt like I was back in the barracks.

“You were the -- detective, right? -- who worked on a last name basis?”

“That’s my calling card. The name’s Mulder,” I said, “Remind me yours?”

“Dana Scully,” she said with a hint of a polite smile.

Scully. There it was. The stray thread was pulled and unraveled the memory of her name, each and every letter. She continued, 

“How’s your shoulder?”

“Almost back to my pitching prime.” I replied as I gave it a roll. I had to watch myself with this one. Memory like a steel trap. Her head tilted curiously to the side. 

“You clean up nice.” There was a quick flush to her cheeks as she took a small step back, wishing that remark stayed to herself. I smiled and now it was my turn to shift gears.

“I saw you laying down some flowers.” I said, curiosity getting my proverbial cat. Her lips pressed together. 

“My father,” she said, “He is - was - a captain in the Navy. It was six years ago; Midway. I like to keep his flowers fresh if I can.” 

“I’m sorry to hear that,” I replied with the only thing I could muster. Her statement was simple but knocked the wind out of my sails. Scully dipped her head and nodded. She then asked,

“Do you have someone here?”

“I’ve got a couple guys from my company, though I don’t visit too often. But today was my partner.”

“Oh,” she said softly, “It’s a funny state of the world when you can have a conversation about who you lost as easy as asking ‘how’s the weather.’”

For a moment I had nothing to say. A thousand scenarios ran through my head. I wanted to know more, I wanted to know everything about her. There was a natural beauty of course but something about her mind reeled me in. I cleared my throat. This chat was on the verge of getting cozy but seemed out of place in the current setting.

“May I walk you to your car?” 

“Thank you but I’ll be fine. My sister is waiting for me. Besides, we only just met.” A smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth.” 

Playing coy, I liked that.

“Well then, good day Miss Scully.” 

“Good day Mr. Mulder.” She shook my hand and lingered for a moment. “If you’re ever in Georgetown look me up. Hopefully we can meet again.” 

“I sincerely hope so,” I said. She turned heel and left me on the path. The curve of her pencil skirt, a flutter of the hem, the lines of her smart blouse made the goodbye feel less permanent. I listened to a breeze sweep through the tree line then I backtracked to where I was parked. 

I needed to get out of this uniform.

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Hegal Place Alexandria, VA

My apartment felt stale. I forced open a window to let in some fresh air. In the wardrobe hung one clean, pressed dress shirt along with my police dress blues. Of course the only shirt remaining was the one I wore the night Spender was killed. The good thing about an old jaded dry cleaner is you get quality work and little questions. I sipped my coffee and remembered I might have a vacation shirt stashed away in a drawer. As I donned the new shirt I heard the phone ring. I was waiting for a call from the boys in forensics who were a little too eager to give me a hand. 

“Mulder? It’s Frohike.”

“What have you found?”

“As you know, Langley and I were able to fish out a casing from the bathroom stall door, the back wall and a sneaky little devil in the bar. Turns out these paired nicely with the one lodged in Spender’s abdomen.”

“Who’d the weapon belong to?”

“Carlo Lodi.” Frohike asked. I scanned through the mugshot portfolio in my head. There he was. A hulking brute nicknamed The Titan who was quick with a fist and a trigger.

“Yeah. He’s one of Vincenti’s favorite enforcers.”

“We’ve seen his handiwork before,” Frohike continued, “He leaves a real pretty signature, although he’s usually a little more precise. Execution style seems to be his forté.”

“That’s what I thought when I was at the scene. I still don’t know if he intended to take me out as well.”

“Just like you to get in the way, Mulder.” There was a chuckle in the other end of the phone.

“Hey Frohike, has the final report come in from the M.E.?” 

“Ah, funny you should mention that. I have a preliminary copy and it shows that there was heroin in his system.”

“Shit,” I stated after a pause.

“What is it?”

“It means Krycek was right.”

#i wrote this #xf fanfic #mulder pov #historical au

[thecurseoflife]

CHAPTER 12 : Back Home

The headache was terrible. They couldn't move or talk without the pain spiking up. The slighest noise would overwhelm their eardrums, that it was the buzz of an insect or the vibration of their voices. Once she was able to grab her guitare without the pain exploding in her head, Camalia casted the melody of heal, and to her big surprise, it actually worked. She has always thought it only healed external wounds, but it looked like she had been wrong. With the headache gone, they resumed their progress towards Varian's home.

It was silent. Well, the nature was blooming all around them, taking in the sunlight with delighted whispers and the wind messing around in the leaves and the grass, but the two travelers were silent. Their feet were stomping on the grass, for sure, but no words were exchanged, no smiles, no looks, nothing. To Camalia, it was a big step back. She felt like the bonding moment they had was wiped by the alcohol, and that she had to do everything all over again.

The music mage wouldn't dare to start talking, her eyes shimmering with frustration and stress, as she was grasping strongly at her guitare strap, so tense it felt like she could break the air with one look. No, she wouldn't dare speaking up, when she didn't know if her only friend was still angry at her. She wouldn't chat when his words were still deeply carved in her mind, those harsh and hurtful words that spoke an horrible truth. She wished she couldn't hear, she couldn't think, she couldn't hope for something better. But she could.

"The only reason you're here right now is because I need you in order to free my dad. There's nothing else."

Camalia clutched her eyes shut, hoping to make the words go away. But it sounded way to much like what a certain snake could have whispered in her ear not so long ago. The only reason she was still alive back then was because they needed her in order to free themselves. There was nothing else. She felt guilty of comparing two abusing snakes with her friend, but... she couldn't help it.

She felt hopeless and empty, like all the joy of the world had been sucked in that insatiable black hole she had in her. And like everytime, she fought it. She fought the need to stop, to stop everything, to lie there in the grass and let time flow over her like a river. She fought the desire to lay there and watch days, weeks, years go by without moving, without doing anything but staring blankly in the distance. From an exterior point of view, nothing could betray the internal fight Camalia was having inside of her. After all, she became very good at hiding it, like everything else.

Suddenly, Varian stopped. He crouched down behind a bush and signed Camalia to do the same. She obeyed, without really understanding what was going on until he pointed at somewhere over the leaves. She looked, and there was the path they should have taken to get to Old Corona. It was full of guards, ambushed there and there, unoticable from the path, but easy to spot from where they were. The music mage took a quick glance at the boy, thinking he made a great move of going in the forest instead of following the path. After all, he always made great moves. Well, most of the time.

Still without a word, he crawled away from the bush and the guards. At that point, the silence was so oppressing Camalia wanted to get up and scream to him so he would finally talk to her, or just stay there forever, not moving. She wanted to do two opposites at the same time so badly it was almost tearing her apart.

But she didn't do either. As quietly as Varian, she followed him, supporting his decision, what he wanted to do, like a friend would do. Well, what she thought a good friend would do. To be honest she wasn't really grasping the concept of friendship yet. What was labelled as "good to do when you're friends" ? What was "absolute no-no" ? She was stepping in that unknown territory again, hoping that this time she wouldn't mess up. Camalia relayed on her instinct and on what she thought she should do. On what she thought friendship was.

Once he judged they were far enough, the alchemist got back up and sighed, rubbing the back of his head.

-They were probably there to ambush us. Which means that there will probably going to be guards around Old Corona, and maybe even around my house. If that's the case, we'll have to be very discreet. Although, I did hope we would be faster, heh. A bit idealistic.

Camalia silently nodded. Varian looked like he expected an answer, almost begging to have one. When he realised his friend seemed to have no intention of responding or even making eye contact with him, he pouted slightly, terribly disappointed that she still wouldn't talk to him. He understood she was mad, she could be, he had been absolutely awful with her. Not that she didn't deserve it, but... he went too far. He didn't go at lenghts like building automatons and threatning her to death, but verbally speaking, he did. He should have never said those things to her considering what she'd been through, what she is going through.

But with what happened at the Snuggly Duckling, he thought that maybe they were friends again, and that they would actually act normally around eachothers, and not coldly and strategically. And then that morning, it was awkward again, and he thought that she would talk to him, engage the conversation like she had always done, but she didn't. So he waited. He waited for hours, until it became obvious she was mad at him. Just the way she was clinging on her guitare strap, it was telling it all. After the weird alcohol moment, she must have taken time to actually think about all that he said, the way he acted, and she knew it was unfair, so unfair. That he should have never acted like this if he was her friend. If he cared. If he could actually bring the mess he was together and try to make her feel better. But he didn't, he couldn't, all he could think about was the burning treason and his dad trapped in amber, desperatly reaching out for the letter. All he could think about was the cold hard floor he slept on, the loneliness, the wasted times on useless books, the lies, all those overwhelming lies and fear. It was all he could think about.

But he should have thought about her.

He should have thought about that person that pulled him out of the darkness, with this bright smile no one could fake. He should have thought of all the moments she was real, she was true, and when put together, there were so many. So long. So shiny, warm and comfortable. The laughters and smiles radiating through them were real. Those small, enormous moments where everything was actually fine. Beside them, all the dark thoughts, the scary, the angry, the lost moments seemed like a black dot of sadness in a vast bright universe.

He should have thought about her, but he didn't. And he regretted it.

-Camalia, I-

He had never been the best at expressing his feelings. Then again, she arrived in a moment in his life when everything was upside down and splattered around. It was hard for him to build back a strong friendship after being decieved once. It was hard to talk about all those thoughts and feelings that were so overwhelming you could drown in them. Those feelings and thoughts you were never used to. It's hard to speak, to express, to forgive and to be forgiven, it's hard to be yourself when so much is pushing you to be someone you're not. It's hard, yes. It's hard and he had never been the best at expressing his feelings. But really, who is ?

-I-I'm sorry. I shouldn't have... said all those things I said, most of them I didn't even think. N-not the part where we were drunk, I uh... I do think those. I do think that... Well what I mean is that I shouldn't have said the things I said before that. The... all the cold and-and violent words I said. I am really, really sorry, Camalia.

The music mage was shocked. She just stared blankly at him, as if she was waiting for him to apologize and go back on what he said. But Varian didn't. He was just looking at her expectedly, even if he was getting more and more uncomfortable under her stare. She shook her head, trying to put her thoughts together.

-Wait, you're not... you're not mad at me ?

-What ? No, of course not, I-I thought you were mad at ME.

An angel passed and Varian snickered before they both laughed it off. They were so relieved that after all, they weren't alone in this. Camalia smiled at the alchemist and reached out.

-Friends ?

He grinned back, and shook her hand.

-Friends.

After this was finally cleared up -more or less-, the rest of the trip to Old Corona was strewn with jokes and questions that the other hopefully couldn't answer. Their hearts were warm and happy, still keeping a terrible part of darkness that neither of them was thinking about at the time. They were delighted and playful, but careful.

After the encounter with the ambush, they tried to keep away from the path as much as possible, and to be very quiet around it. And they were right to do so, they saw a lot of guards then and there, peacefully waiting for them to show up. It became clear that entering Varian's house would be more complicated than anticipated.

But they didn't worry too much about that. They knew they could figure it out.

It took them the whole day. When they finally got there, even with regular stops and a lunchtime thanks to Camalia theorical knowledge of the woods, they were exhausted. Their legs hurted, their back was sore and they just wanted to lie on a bed and sleep for a week. The fact that is was night wasn't helping their yawns. But it was helping their cover. Thanks to the dim light of the crescent moon, they were impossible to notice behind the bushes.

Varian crouched quickly, followed by Camalia. He signed her to be silent, and she nodded. The alchemist moved the leaves to reveal his house. Everything was exactly like he left it, and it shook him a little. He froze, feeling fear, anger and despair rise up in his throat. The faint light of the amber through one of the window wasn't really helping.

Seeing her friend tense up and his eyes widen, Camalia took the initiative.

-Uh. I thought your house would be bigger. She whispered.

The comment sucessfully snatched him from his contemplation and he looked at her in disbelief.

-What do you mean bigger ?! It's the biggest house of the entire village ! My dad is the chief of Old Corona !

-Yeah, well, I did live in a castle for most of my life. I kind of expected something... bigger.

Varian rolled his eyes and bowed slightly.

-My apologies, your highness, I thought my humble and very small home would be enough for your luxury tastes.

Camalia huffed and tapped his head, out of pure annoyance. He scoffed and without him realising it, the fear, anger and despair were being swallowed back in that dark part of his heart, even when he glanced back at his house. He went as far as having an amused smile, seeing how enormous it was, after all.

-So, began the music mage again, what do we do now ?

Varian analyzed the place, seemingly empty of any body and soul. He frowned, not buying it for one second. His gaze trailed over the edge of the forest, circling the village until the cliff took over. They should be able to get a better angle and see if there actually was no one hiding.

-We are facing the same way as the path. If someone is there, we won't be able to see them from here. I think we should go around, using the forest.

Camalia agreed silently and the alchemist carefully placed the leaves back to their original place. Once they were far enough, the friends glanced again at the village. Of course, it was filled with guards. One was hiding under the bridge, another peeping between two of the giant rocks, a big guard was using a house as a cover... They were everywhere. But lucky for them, all the guards were focused on the path. And no one bothered to look behind.

After all, maybe they were dangerous, but they were just kids.

Varian felt a wave of confidence rush over him, and he smirked. He suddenly got up and was about to leave the forest to head in his home when Camalia grabbed his sleeve and quickly sat him back down.

-H-hey ! What was that for ?!

The music mage slapped a hand on his mouth, effectively making him stop talking. She pointed at a dark spot behind his house. He examined the shadow for a couple minute, but nothing was out of the ordinary. Suddenly, he saw a faint movement, and the shine of an armor in the moonlight. He mentally cursed at himself. If Varian had try to just walk over to his house, the guard would have immediatly reacted and they were captured. Once again, he had been reckless. Idiot.

The girl patted his shoulder, trying to reassure him. Camalia murmured that she was about to follow him head first, and she only saw the guard out of pure luck. He had nothing to blame himself for. He had a weak smile, still feeling a bit angry at himself. She continued, whispering that she checked the other hiding spots that could have put them in danger, but the guard behind the house was really the only threat. Varian gave her a thumb up, and even if it was mean to be serious and some kind of a "good job" message, it just seemed really silly at the moment and she couldn't help but snicker, muffling the sound into her shirt.

They walked, safe in the shadows of the forest, to place themselves behind the guard. As the angle change, the hope of being able to simply walk past the guard and enter the house vanished. He was resting on the back door, the only way in without being spotted.

-Cam, do you have a melody that...that make people sleep or something ?

-Well, I have the melody that doesn't need a guitare. It's called "rock on head". I'm pretty sure it should work. Plus, he doesn't have his helmet on.

The boy's head spun to look at his friend, his face a mix of shock and "are you serious ?". Camalia just shrugged it off and bleped as an answer. Which wasn't really helpful. Varian glanced back at the guard, his helmet on the floor, and his tired face. He rubbed the back of his neck, uncertain. If they knocked him unconscious and placed him correctly, maybe everyone would think he simply fell asleep, including him. Maybe it could work after all.

His friend was patiently waiting beside him, scanning the shadows, looking for a guard that nailed hide and seek. Varian chew his bottom lip as the last doubt left his mind and he slowly exited the forest, toward the guard that was still looking over the wall to the path. The blue-strip boy was half-way there when he realised he was completely exposed. There was nowhere to hide, and if he ran out of luck and the guard turned his head, they were doomed. The thought stopped him brutaly, cold sweat running down his spine. He panicked, seeing he couldn't move, paralyzed by fear and apprehension.

He was startled by the feel of a soothing hand landing on his back. He turned his head to see that Camalia was beside him. Her presence reassured him, telling him, screaming at him in the lightless night that he wasn't alone. Camalia was entirely focused on the guard, while Varian took some deep breaths, calming down.

They started progressing again, the girl's hand not leaving his back. Both their heartrates where thumping in their ears, as loud as drums, so loud they feared it might betray them. Finally they were right there, beside the guard. The adrealine was pulsing in their veins, and yet, they took the time to detail the guard with wide eyes, unable to move or speak, strucked by the moment.

He was a giant. His shoulders could contain four times his head, and it was a miracle his tiny, yet muscular legs could held his own weight. He had a defined jaw line and blue eyes as sharp as a knife. He had the charisma and the looks, his blonde hair falling on his shoulders like a waterfall, before being reunited at the end by a red string clashing with the blue night, as if it was defying it. He had a scar running all the way from his mouth to the base of his neck, thin and yet visible.

The two friends don't know how long they stayed there, staring at the stranger, the moment frozen in time. Camalia moved first, shaking her head and breaking the spell. Varian appeared to wake up from a dream and they glanced at eachothers. They looked around and the music mage finally pointed at a rock. It was big, but light enough. Without thinking, the boy reached out for it, and quickly knocked the guard out.

His large body fell heavily on the ground, and Varian hold his breath, realising too late his mistake. The rock dropped from his hands as he was watching with horror the man descend in what will inevitably end in a large noise. It was a matter of seconds. He braced himself, ready to hear the mix of metal clashing and a big thud. He waited, clinging his teeth. And waited. A faint noise was coming from his left, and he warily opened his eyes.

The man was floating centimeter above the ground, along with the stone. They were both supported by some kind of... green fog. He turned to Camalia that was playing as quietly as possible, concentration all over her face.

She ligthly landed them, finshing the melody and tension leaving her body. She exhaled the air she accidentally contained, and slid on the ground, relief spreading it's comforting hand in her mind. Varian also took the time to relax after the intense seconds they had just lived. He was spooked by a sudden thumb up that was thrown in his face, followed by a big smile. He giggled quietly, mostly due to his nerves having been through some rough times in the last few minutes, and pushed Camalia's hand away from his face.

The girl started positionning the giant to look like he fell asleep, without her friend having to suggest it. Varian turned to the door and his throat tighten. At the very least, he would be greeted by the haunting image of his dad trapped in amber. At worst... Well, he didn't really know what would be worst, but never tempt the universe to play some tricks on you, so he assumed there could be worse. He approached his hand to the doorknob, trembling against his will. Camalia was done with the man, and she placed a calming hand on his shoulder.

-Are you ok ?

She said it so low that he barely heard it. He gulped, feeling like his arm had the weight of the world. He didn't want to see that again. He wanted to enter, and to see his dad standing there, ready to hug him so tight he couldn't breath anymore. But the glim of the amber radiating through the door was saying otherwise. For a second, he was tempted to say he was fine. To pretend he wasn't mortified, to act like he wasn't about to pass out. For a tiny moment, he was tempted to lie. But...

-No, but... I-I can't go back. Not... not now.

Camalia closed her eyes for a second. She wished she could say it was okay, but it wasn't. She wished she could say she would free him for sure, but she couldn't. She couldn't lie again.

-Well, whatever happens, I'm here.

That she could say for certain. Varian looked at her, worry painted on his face. He managed a slight smile, and after taking a deep breath, he opened the door.

He was greeted by the too familiar sight of his dad, reaching desesperatly at that note he was dying to read. Almost mechanically, Varian stepped inside, incapable of looking away from his father, like it was the first time, or maybe the last, he'd saw him. He walked over to the amber, shaken yet used to that vision.

Camalia didn't move from where she stood. She couldn't. After all of what she heard from Varian, all of what he said, she should have been prepared. But she wasn't. She didn't know that man, that adult man, but his face, convulsing in pain, that last reach to liberty and life, his pose, his look, everything, it didn't leave her unfazed. How could it ? Camalia had always been empathetic, and the fact that the sky instead of a castle was above her head didn't change anything. More than just for Varian, she wanted to help this man. She wanted to help with every bit of her soul, to free him, and see relief flood his face instead of pain. She wanted to use all the magic she'd got, all the sparkle of life she had to help, until she collapse.

Holding tight on her strap, she walked over to the amber, brushing the matter with her fingertip. It was beautiful, like a death trap. It was offering a dim light to make you fall asleep before taking your life away. It was transparent so you could see all that it took from you. It was an exquisite, raffined and gorgeous way to die. But it was all it was.

Fortunately for the two teenagers, the curtains were all closed, and as long as they didn't light something up, they should be unoticeable. Plus, because of Varian's crazy experimenting, the walls were soundproofs, making it easier for Camalia to work.

After the door was closed, the alchemist turned an hesitant face to his friend.

-So... ? Do you... Do you think maybe you could...Do something ?

-I... don't know. Admitted the mage. But I will try. I'll try my best.

She didn't promise, even if she wanted to. Camalia stood before the marvelous, shining pain, her guitare ready, and so was she. She started with the melody of heal, the counterpart to the melody of hurt, probably the one that had that best chance to work. She sang along, to make it more efficient. The green fog hit the amber and... nothing happened.

Far from giving up, she changed and played another melody. And again, the amber remained smooth and imperturbable.

Camalia played, played and played, her eyes tired of shining so much, her fingers bleeding for playing so much, her voice hoarsing from singing so much, her legs trembling from standing so long. But she didn't give up. She played, and played, the notes filling the room, her ear and heart. She wanted to spin, to give herself to the melody and feel nothing but the soft green fog as she danced like nothing mattered. But everytime she saw the face of the man and she kept her focus. She played, oh, did she play. Hours passed by, without a minute to rest. She played through her pain and her tiredness, she played, and played, because she had to help, she had to help, she had to do something, something to help, help Varian, help his dad, help her, help someone, like she wished she had been helped. She played when all she saw was a blur. Who needs to see to cast spells ? She played when her legs gave up and she dropped on the ground. Who needs to stand to play music ? She played when the green fog was so thin it was almost invisible. Who needs magic when doing magic ? She played when she couldn't hold the guitare anymore. Who needs a guitare after all ?

After hours of non-stop sounds, melodies and songs, the house fell into a weird silence. Like it wasn't supposed to be. Camalia was on the verge of consciousness, lying on the ground, facing her friend. Varian had slid on the ground a long time ago, when he understood it wasn't going to work. His face was relaxed, like everything was fine, but the two neverending streams of tears running down his cheeks told a different story. At some point, Ruddiger had woken up from some sort of nap he was having when the two friends arrived, and without neither of them noticing, Camalia too focused and Varian too shocked, he had made his way across the room and was now resting under the alchemist's hand, in an attempt to confort him. The girl was about to pass out, having used all her magic on that stupid glowing rock, but she wasn't allowed to.

She told Varian she'd be there, whatever happens.

With the last of her strenght, leaving her guitare there, she crawled over to him. He was only one or two meters away, but when she finally got there, she was breathless. She layed down against him, feeling the darkness overflow everything, only able to mumble two words before everything turned black.

-'m sorry...

Varian didn't answer, didn't say anything, even if he did heard it, as clear and loud as if she screamed it in his ear. He had been holding on the thought that he could free his dad thanks to her, but now that hope was gone, and he needed to accept the fact that his father would never be freed. But how ? How was he supposed to accept that ? So he was just staring, his mind blank, the tears being the only thing still showing that he was there, and he was hurt. He wanted to escape so bad. To escape everything, to stop hurting, to just go. He wanted to be far, far away from here, and if weren't for the two anchors by his side right now, he would have been.

But they were there. Both of them. They were there when he was at his worst. They didn't leave, they didn't abandonned him, they didn't left him behind. They were there and so was he. He kept staring, his mind still blank and his heart still aching, like nothing changed. But he moved. He lifted his hand and landed it softly on Ruddiger. With his other hand, he took Camalia's. Suddenly the mask broke and he cried, he shrieked, he mourned. He sobbed, and every tears that escaped his eyes he tighten his grip on Camalia's hand, not enough to hurt her, and he mindlessly played with Ruddiger fur. Every tear broke him a little more but his anchors were there.

No, it wasn't fine. It hasn't been fine in a long time, and he was tired to pretend otherwise. It wasn't fine, but maybe it will be, with work and acceptance, he could be fine again, he could make the world bright and colorful again. But as for now...

It wasn't fine.

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[1stunseeliefaelass]

Strife's Younger Years Part 2

Strife was determined to understand more of what happened that day. He'd find out somehow, and he couldn't really sleep now anyway. Picking up a nearby crystal, he used a smidge of magic to call his elder brother. The crystal began to quietly pulse with light and a quiet rhythm of sound. He didn't expect much, beyond Death being slightly pissed off at how late it was for both of them. Strife lived in a hunter style shack in the Fae Realm, whilst Death still lived in his humble abode within that dead world. Both places always seemed to be close when it came to time zones and stuff. Didn't make Death's home any less depressing. Strife mused on Death's choice of home for a time before hearing his crystal emit a louder beep of sorts, a sign Death had finally answered.

Death had finally, truly fallen asleep. Sleeping was never easy for him, due to nightmares and the occasional night terrors. So naturally him being woken up now was annoying to say the least. He growled as he tried to ignore it for a moment, but the pulsing light and sounds from his crystal persisted. Finally he sat up slowly and reached clumsily for the crystal. Now that he was paying attention, the way the sounds...well...sounded and the frequency they emitted from the crystal, indicated who was contacting him. Sighing he answered at last,

"Strife....it's late."

"I know dude I know. But I really need to talk to you man." Strife told him earnestly. He heard a sigh before Death spoke again,

"Is it an emergency? Or important...to some extent?"

"First off....maybe? Secondly it's kind of important." Strife said a bit unsure himself.

"Can it wait til morning perhaps....I just got to sleep." Death inquired.

"I know sleeping is hard as fuck for you. But I really need to get this out. Can we please just talk bro? Please?" Strife asked desperately, and immediately regretting sounding like that. He furrowed his brow in annoyance at yet another sigh from Death, this time deeper.

"Alright....do you want to talk over crystal? Or shall we speak in person?" Death asked him at last after a pause.

"I'd prefer to talk in person, if ya don't mind." Strife stated simply, hiding a bit concern in his tone.

Death picked up on it regardless and felt a twinge of guilt for being annoyed. Or at least showing that he was annoyed. Regardless he told Strife to come by his home and began to prepare for what he figured might be a lengthy discussion. He tried as quietly as he could to prepare two cups of tea. Mostly for himself to stay awake through the chat, but he figured Strife might appreciate the gesture at least. He heard a little puppy like yawn from nearby and looked down to see a small pet bed with Fuzzball stretching in it before looking up at Death a bit annoyed himself. Then he heard Dust's wings flapping, and could swear the bird looked grumpy.

"Sorry you two. It's going to be a late one. But I won't force you to pay attention. Feel free to go back to bed." Death told them simply.

Dust preened a little bit before placing his head back under his wing again. Fuzzball in the meantime went in a few circles in his bed, stamped his little paws on it, then laid back down to sleep. Death finished the tea before too long and just as he'd set up the table, he heard a knock. As expected, Strife was at the door. He came in quickly and rubbed his neck,

"Hey big bro....hehe..."

"Hi. So then, let's talk shall we?" Death stated before leading him to the table.

Strife noticed the tea and decided he may as well at least try one cup. He wasn't that fond of tea usually, but since Death was being 'nice' enough to host him, he may was be polite and try it. It was refreshing at least, with a faint hint of a caffeine taste in there. He didn't comment on it though, instead telling Death,

"So about why I'm here..."

"Yes we've established that, but go on." Death said sarcastically.

Strife glared at him briefly before saying, "I'm just worried you'll brush me off again. Like you do everytime I ask about this."

"What are you talking about?"

"Bitch don't play dumb with me. You know what I'm talking about." Strife insisted.

Death simply shrugged, leading to Strife saying with an annoyed tone, "The dreams about me being a little kid, like itty bitty? Where I see you and Absalom beating the shit out of each other?"

Death stopped midsip and placed his cup down, "Ah yes....that again."

"I want answers Death, legit answers. I don't want you to brush me off again, or to give some bullshit answer that doesn't make sense." Strife insisted.

"What do you want me to say? Beyond that it was a memory?" Death asked him.

"Dumbass I just told you. Quit playin' and just tell me what the hell went down that day! I want to know that much, and I wanna know why it happened too!" Strife demanded, even slamming his fist on the table.

Death remained collected however, and thought for a moment. Then finally asked Strife cautiously, "Why do you want to know? And are you SURE you want to know?"

"I'm pretty fucking sure at this point Death. And I wanna know because I want to be able to understand it. Maybe then I'll stop dreaming about this shit. You stopped having dreams about when Ale witnessed your creation after you met up with her again. You didn't settle for the bullshit answers Absalom gave you, you sought them yourself and kept pushing for the truth. And you GOT IT. So why SHOULD I SETTLE then huh? Why should I not keep trying to get you to finally tell me the truth damn it?" Strife stated in earnest.

Death thought for longer this time. Realizing that, yes, he had been doing what Absalom did to him originally. Only he'd done it to Strife for a lot longer than Absalom did it towards him. After a long moment of silent contemplation, he sighed softly and finally looked up at Strife. Noting his younger brother's rising anger, he softened his tone as he answered him,

"You're right. I should've known you'd not settle, because I influenced you to not do so. You deserve to know the truth, just as much as I once did. So to start with..."

Strife waited patiently as Death unraveled part of the bindings on his arms. He normally would've taken them off before bed, but simply forgot to this time. Death then spoke a few silent syllables before a ball of light appeared between them both. Strife leaned forward, and found himself shocked at seeing the faint scars along his wrists. Mouthing a what the fuck as he sat back again in shock. Death nodded and began wrapping his arm back up again,

"These are the result of Absalom's constant pressures on me. Absalom had no heirs to speak of, so that meant I was to step up. I'm sure you remember that much clearly."

Strife nodded, "Yeah. And now that I think about it, you and Absalom had similar fights to the one in my memory. You got physical with each other a lot when you trying to get him to tell you the truth about Ale. And later on as we started to slowly become tired of everything, the fist fights started again."

"Yes. But bare in mind, these fights were VERY one sided back then. I never put my all into them, which led to me losing more often than not. I also made a habit of trying not to fight in front of you three when I had a mind to remember that. And the fights weren't all that went down. I never spoke of this, as I didn't want to worry either of you. And I don't need you to worry now, I broke that habit a long time ago. Thanks to Ale's help mostly, bless her soul."

"Ok so what didn't we see?" Strife asked concerned.

"Absalom often pushed me to beyond my limits when grooming me for leadership of our race, should he ever die. The pressure was often high to the point of anxiety. I learned to hide it when in front of others, because Absalom made damn sure of it. It started with him being the one to inflict the cuts. Overtime, he'd force me to do it while practically brainwashing me into believing it was....'for my own good'. I knew this habit was a bad one deep down, that it wasn't helping me. That it only made everything worse. But before long, I didn't know what else to do."

Strife, noting his brother's shameful tone, asked gently, "Is that why you went to Ale?"

Death only nodded at the question.

"But..what does this have to do with my memories again? Just wondering?" Strife inquired a bit confused.

"Because the first time Absalom and I ever got physical, was that day. I came across him abusing you in an attempt to..'toughen you up' as he put it. I couldn't let it continue, not on my watch. But after forcing him out of the tent, I saw he wasn't finished. To prevent you from being involved, I told you to wait in the tent. I never realized you'd left the tent at all. That you were watching at Absalom wiped the dirt with me in that ring. I was just about unable to keep it up much longer, my body was on fire and close to giving out on me. That's when you rushed between us and demanded Absalom stop, in the only way you knew how. Being a toddler and all." Death stated quietly.

"Yeah I remember that much. But what happened after that? I just remember suddenly waking up in your tent again."

"Absalom took your little gesture as a challenge, laughing before backhanding you. It was enough to knock you clean out. I scooped you up briefly, and in a mix of panic and rage, I went for Absalom again. That was the only physical altercation I ever won against him. I was exhausted afterwards, but still made an effort to carry you back to my tent for your safety. I didn't let myself rest and forced myself not to pass out, wanting to make sure you were ok before I finally let go."

"I do remember that seemingly after that point, you made sure Absalom never touched me again. Not that he didn't try." Strife said a bit amazed.

"Yeah. I also did my best to make sure he backed off with abusing you in other ways. Be it through overdoing it with training, purposely trying to get you killed through bullshit 'missions', etc." Death said simply, rubbing his temple slightly.

"Maybe we can continue this later on or something? You're tired as fuck, and I don't wanna keep you up much longer." Strife said getting up to leave.

Death simply chuckled, "Right. Well goodnight and see you later Strife."

"Night bro, see ya around." Strife said leaving the house.

Death remained at the table for time, staring into the half empty cup of tea in front of him. He then suddenly jolted in realization before rushing to the door. He called to Strife upon opening it, and Strife turned around from where he was. He was only a few feet away from Mayhem.

"What was spoken about in this house, stays in here! Got it?! The others don't need to know what I've told you tonight!" Death shouted to him.

"Don't worry bro, you know I'll keep your secrets any day! I still have mine after all!" Strife shouted back contently.

Death accepted the answer before going back inside, locking the door behind him. He then laid back down in his bed at last, taking a while to pass out again as he thought of their discussion. Even looking down at his binded arms again. He said one final thing to himself,

"Why did I EVER idolize you, I'll never understand it Absalom. Nor will I understand why I keep grieving for you."

With that he finally fell back into a deep sleep. Strife did much the same, he couldn't help but wonder however,

"Just how much pain do you live with everyday? Seriously Death."

#Darksiders Fandom #Darksiders Scenarios #Mature Content Ahead #Triggering Content Ahead Beware #Death #Strife #Major Feels Ahead #I'm Really Sorry If This Upsets You Guys

[hoodiedidnotdie]

Lamb

A/n: hello, this is my first post in a *while* and also my first fanfic post on Tumblr (pls go easy on me). This is actually a story i originally shared via my Wattpad acc (freakykpopotaku (hell, need to change tht username)) so if u have nothing else to do, go check it out (im not tht active either on there /w\`)! But yeah, hope u guys like it.

Pairing : Namjoon x reader x Yoongi (not really romantic-ish)

Genre : Mafia au

Warning: minor bloodshed, tiny bit of cursing

Namjoon and Yoongi remembered clearly the first time they met you.

A Saturday afternoon, four months ago, was when they went to visit your father's coffee shop.

A last minute plan they had after the numerous meetings they had all over the place. The check ups they had to do on several of their branches throughout the districts were time consuming too.

Business was booming since one of the biggest war lords of Seoul got taken down by the police. The man made a terrible mistake of trusting and leaving matters to his newest right-hand man who happened to be a police spy. Gangs such as the Bangtan were jumping at the opportunity to claim more territory and clients.

The two men have been so busy coordinating new units to new districts all the while maintaining their innocent businessmen facade that they haven't had time in months to come visit your father who loved them like they were his own sons.

Your father was the one who took them in when they were merely street rats, giving them shelter and food when Namjoon wasn't agile nor strong enough and when Yoongi couldn't hold a gun right yet. He knew the boys never liked being restricted to one place and so the back door of his tiny coffee shop was always unlocked for them to sneak in when it was too tough and the world was too mean.

When luck turned to their side and power was in their hands, the two however did not forget the kind smile and strong comforting arms of your father. They chose to often come to visit and offer him a better place to stay even if they knew he would refuse everytime.

They never knew why your father refused to move, despite being just a street away from the unruly part of the city where crimes were commited as often as Yoongi cursed in a day. However, the two never pushed it because deep down, they were also attached to this shop where everything started.

The two Bangtan bosses always made sure of keeping the shop off of any of their enemies' radar. They never worried about the police since they kept it clean and never did any of the dirty jobs there. All they wanted was the wellbeing of the generous old owner.

However, they have wondered how on Earth your father's coffee shop has never had anything close to an attempted robbery despite being so close to the worst of the city. Namjoon and Yoongi have tried to uncover the mystery when they were younger, wandering all day in the dangerous streets behind the cafe. All they had at best was rumors about your father being an ex-war lord. They've tried all the bosses back then for answers and none of them seemed willing to give the whole truth.

On that Saturday afternoon, when they stepped into the cafe with the chiming of the little blue bell over their head announcing their presence, both men stopped midway in their motions to stare at the unfamiliar barista at the cashier,

you.

Their confusion was clear in their gaze as they watched you soundlessly freeze midway in your task, your arm stopping the sweeping motion over the counter as you stared back with eyes as big as saucers. Your father never hired anyone for as long as they remembered and has always done everything on his own no matter how difficult it was. It made them question silently about you : how special were you to get hired?

As if knowing the tension reigning the first floor of his home, your father came down the stairs in rush and snatched both businessmen's attention to him with a joyful "hello". It the three of you twist your heads almost painfully fast to face him.

Namjoon seemed to drop instantly the cold shell that he displayed to the world, nearly tripping over his own feet in excitement like he used to in his younger years to reach for his father figure. Yoongi's signature gummy smile slipped right through his control before he could even stop it. The two hastily helped the elderly man down the rest of the stairs and towards a table all the while chatting animatedly like they never did in the interviews you watched on the news.

You on the contrary had eyes growing even bigger if possible witnessing the effect that your elderly father had on two of the most important and impressive up coming businessmen of the city. It made you contemplate whether to retire back to the kitchen or not. But before you could take a step back, your old man introduced you with a bright and proud signature smile.

"Boys, here's my lovely daughter, Y/N! She'll be with me from now on and will most likely taking over the coffee shop after I retire. So better start getting along right now since you will be seeing her everytime you come visit!"

The two men simply nodded in understanding as they glanced at you in mild curiosity.

From that day on, Namjoon and Yoongi slowly got used to seeing you arranging the tables, sweeping the floor or simply standing behind the counter when they stepped into shop. The three of you would exchange briefly a few greeting words like "good evening" or "it's been quite sunny these days" before the two of them drift towards your father, eager each time to conversate with him.

They remember you would often offer a small shy smile and indicate where the old man is before returning to your task after your short greetings. Sometimes they would visibly see you get flustered from having their attention on you and fumble clumsily with whatever's in your hand at that time.

Namjoon would let out an amused chuckle and Yoongi a silent 'thank you' with the ghost of a smile on his face before they head towards wherever your father was.

To them, the best animal to describe you was the lamb.

A sweet, soft little lamb.

++

It was not even a minute after Yoongi suggested to his partner to set the papers and contracts down for the night when someone burst through their office door. Hoseok, the man that they trusted to watch over the cafe and one who they considered as family, hurtled in out of breath looking like he'd just ran 40 kilometers in 10 minutes.

The poor man rapidly informed the two that an enemy of them had found out about the cafe and was sending men to capture your father and you. Hoseok had sent Jungkook and Jimin and a few of their people to try and stop the enemy before anything happens.

However, before he could finish, Namjoon and Yoongi were jumping out of them seats and heading towards the stairs. With a simple call of their secretary, Jin was at their side telling Taehyung through the phone to prepare 'items' and handling the two mens' expensive blazers as the three of them (+ a mildly surprised Hoseok) rushed down the steps with urgency.

A suffocating tension reigned in the car as it rushed down the streets towards its destination. Namjoon's impatient foot tapping and Yoongi murderously glaring out the window was heavily affecting everyone's mood. Even Hoseok did not dare to attempt lightening the mood and simply shared worried glances with who Jin chewed nervously on his puffy lip.

The only closest time where the two other males saw their leaders this livid was when a priceless shipment got almost taken away by another gang. Nobody had to question if that gang still exists after that.

When they finally arrived at the cafe after 10 painfully slow minutes, Namjoon climbed out of the car wearing his trusty black leather gloves with the same killing aura he had during the years where they still had to fight for their lives and Yoongi's eyes had turned eerily blank as he fiddled mechanically with the gun in his hands.

Inside the once clean and inviting cafe laid bloodied bodies piled  against the walls and a horrible stench of iron filled the room. Tables and chairs were flipped and destroyed across the floor and most of the mugs and decorations displayed along the walls were in bits and pieces. Jungkook and Jimin sat at the staircase leading up to the second floor with the younger of the two holding bunched up tissues against his face. Their men stood around them with a concern written in bold letter on their forehead.

The police wasn't anywhere to be seen thanks to Taehyung who was back at their base and the people around the block knew better than to call them. Jin rushed to the maknae with a first aid kit in hand while Namjoon and Yoongi looked at Jimin for explanation.

"When we arrived one of them was just about to call in reinforcement but thankfully we intercepted. Most of them were crowding on the first floor (since the stairs are quite narrow) with a few heading up at a time. We made our way up only to see that a lot of them were dropping dead like flies. It seems like mr.(Y/F/N) is injured inside the study room but a girl is guarding the door ferociously."

"Yeah, and then she didn't believe us when we said we were sent here to help and sliced me across the fvckin face." Jungkook grunts from beside Jimin.

'A girl?' Namjoon remembers turning towards Yoongi for an answer only to see the other with an unconvinced quirked eyebrow.

Jimin scooted towards the railing to give space for the two men to pass after muttering 'be careful' under his breath.

+++

The shock Namjoon and Yoongi received at that instance will most likely be engraved in their mind for eternity they'd thought as they looked towards the said door.

There you, their little soft lamb, stood wearing a bulletproof jacket, arms soaked in blood up to the elbow, hand grabbing tightly a knife with a gun in the other and body in a seemingly confident and rigid stance. Your eyes were stone cold.

Time seemed to have stopped until they light up with recognition when you seem to realize who climbed up the stairs.

The weapons clank loudly to the ground as you drop them to open the door behind you to your father for them in a hurry. Your old man was slumped in a loveseat with a bloodied hand pressed against a wound on his side and a playful grin on his face.

A gun held almost perfectly and ready to shoot was in his other one.

At that moment they realized that the rumors about the ex-warlord your father was are true

And you aren't a lamb they'd thought you'd be.

#bts #bts v #bts jimin #bts jungkook #bts suga #bts rm #bts yoongi #bts mafia au #bts mafia imagine #bts scenarios #bts jin #bts fanfic #bts fanfction

[sunfl0wer-3nthusiast]

Yoosung Deserves Better!

First, this is literally me just rambling so please don't think that I'm attacking you, or any of the other MM characters. Because I love them all, and this post isn't to make out that other characters are overrated or given special treatment because that isn't true. It was inspired by the release of the new Cheritz merch, and how Jumin stans aren't that happy with the 'Does Jumin is Gay' thing being official t-shirt merch because he deserves better.

Let's talk about Yoosung.

There seems to be this shared opinion (I'm generalising here, so please don't take this personally) that Yoosung is this whiney, immature little boy. Throughout all of the routes, the RFA do lecture him for playing games above studying; brushing off his questions about Rika and V as just general aggressiveness towards V:

"Of course he'd be suspicious about V because when is he never?"

"He's understandably upset, because Rika was his cousin-sister."

That seems to be the attitude towards Yoosung.

But I wanted to go through some points and discuss them a little further.

Yoosung doesn't get the chance to talk about Rika without being dismissed.

Yoosung is still depressed and grieving over Rika. We don't really get to know how Yoosung acted immediately afterwards asides from the VN in Ray's route, but you can sort of gather that he hasn't really had a chance to talk about everything going on in his head because everytime Rika is brought up, he is immediately brushed off because "Don't you think V suffered a lot too?"

No one entertains his suspicions for even a second, leaving him to feel insignificant and missing Rika even more - wouldn't you, if the only person who ever took you seriously had died?

Before MC comes along, he fills that part of him with LOLOL. Because he's respected in the game! People rely on him in the game! They take him seriously! They listen!

And upon talking to MC on his route, he talks a lot more in depth about how depressed he actually is. And maybe people found the way he kept talking about Rika tiresome, but it was a natural response.

Yoosung finally finds someone who he can talk to about Rika. Someone who listens with an open heart, makes him feel validated and loved. Of course he is gonna keep coming back to talking to you about Rika. He's needed someone to talk to about it for almost 2 years and you're the first one to take him seriously about his suspicions of V and recognises that his pain is just as valid as V's, regardless of the type of relationship each man had with Rika.

And once we get to Day 7, it becomes clear that being that source of support for him has been a huge help. As for this 'confusing MC with Rika' maybe his situation should be put into consideration. He's never had a girlfriend. The only girl he had ever been close to (that we know of) is Rika (and his mother and sister). So when someone kind comes along and starts supporting him in a way he has craved ever since Rika died, it would get a little confusing for him. Here is this wonderful, supportive girl who is helping him confront the worst thing that has ever happened to him; he can't stop thinking about her, and how grateful he is to have met her. He hasn't felt this happy since he was with... Rika.

The lines get blurry.

But he gets past it! And he separates the happiness he felt with Rika, and the happiness he felt with you because you support him.

His LOLOL addiction.

I've spoken a little about this already. LOLOL is the way Yoosung copes with life. Since his entire source of inspiration came from wanting Rika to be proud of him, getting cut off from that has a devastating impact on his life. He's said that he doesn't have any real friends at university, which leaves his social circle within the RFA (who lecture him everyday for choosing LOLOL over studying).

He doesn't have a reason to work hard. He literally chose his major in veterinary medicine because of Rika. With that in consideration is it any wonder that he likes to avoid school like the plague? His addiction to LOLOL occupies his mind, gives him friends to chat with, and a purpose. It's up to others to decide whether or not that purpose is a waste of time, but for Yoosung it is an outlet.

Within the RFA no one hesitates to tell him he should study hard, stop playing games and live life properly (...or he'll never get a girlfriend). But why is he playing games? The RFA have understood that Yoosung is still grieving, but their attempts to comfort him end at "V would never do anything to harm the RFA. You should just trust him." Beyond that, Yoosung is spoken about as though he is just an angsty teenager.

Yoosung's suspicion towards V is justified.

In Yoosung's perspective, Rika is a healthy and bright woman. She can make anyone happy. She loves to help others. She isn't mentally ill at all.

Then one day, he gets told that she has killed herself.

He'll ask questions, that's just a natural thing to do. Why has this happened if he saw no indication that Rika felt that down?

So he asks V, the only person present when his cousin died. And gets told nothing. She jumped off a cliff into the sea. Full stop. No mention of her mental illness. Nothing. No body was recovered for the funeral. All he has is the word of a man who is known for carrying the burden of things so others don't have to.

Whenever he brings the subject up, 'Remember that time my cousin died and supposedly didn't show any signs of depression beforehand? Don't you think V isn't telling us something?"

It's dismissed as paranoia. Yoosung isn't a stupid person. He's clever enough to have gotten into the best university in South Korea (is that correct?). But because he's young and emotional, his suspicions are dismissed.

He's just sad because his big sister figure died. He's being too emotional because he's young and innocent.

He isn't a lost little lamb. He is an adult. He is allowed to feel as though something is off when it becomes evident that V isn't telling him the full story.

And he doesn't hate V. As previous posts on Tumblr have stated, Yoosung even admits upon finding out about Rika, that V was the victim. The truth was kept from him because it was assumed he wasn't strong enough to handle it. Because it would shatter this perfect Rika image that he worshipped.

It would hurt. Obviously it would hurt. But it hurts even more to know that no matter how much you point out the holes in V's explanation of Rika, people will still consider you as no more than an overemotional child who plays games and whines about V.

Yoosung is not a child. He is not whining about V. He isn't a lazy, good-for-nothing student who only plays video games. He is a person who wanted answers about a loved one's sudden death in order to get the closure he needed to move on.

I hope this wasn't too aggressive. This just popped into my head and I wanted to share. I'd like to flesh this out more, so if anyone has thoughts on this, please share! I want Yoosung to be better understood because his route and character development is so important to me.

#mystic messenger #mysme yoosung #yoosung kim #yoosung route #yoosung deserves better #mm yoosung #kim yoosung #mysme #cheritz

[chatnoirishott]

A tight situation

Ladybug is in the dark streets of Paris, without her trusty partner. She has no idea where he is, but she dosn't have time to find out. She is faced with Hawkmoth himself.

Ladybug: just make this easy and give me your miraculous

Hawkmoth: or you just make this easy and give me YOUR miraculous.

Ladybug: never

She jumped onto action, her yo-yo in hand she was mid-air, inches away from hitting Hawkmoth with her yo-yo when she was pulled backward by dark green vines. The green vines wrapped around her, she could barely move. "If you lie the vines will grow tighter" said a dark voice behind her. She looked behind her and saw a lady, or at least she thought it was a lady, she looked more plant than human.

Hawkmoth: I'd like you to meet my dear friend truth teller.

Hawkmoth: now mrs. bug. Why dont you tell me where the guardian is.

Ladybug: NEVER

The vines tightened around her, she groaned in pain.

Hawkmoth: now why don't you answer my question instead of getting squished to death. Where is the guardian.

Ladybug knew she couldnt tell Hawkmoth where master fu was, but she also knew her body couldnt take another squeeze. Than she got an idea.

Ladybug: My favorite color is pink.

She braced herself for a squeeze and was relieved that nothing happned.

Hawkmoth: why havent the vines tightened?

Truth teller: well technically she told the truth..just not the truth to your question.

Hawkmoth: UGH. STOP PLAYING GAMES LITTLE GIRL AND TELL ME WHERE THE GUARDIAN IS

ladybug: my favorite food is macaroons

She smiled at her self. and was satisfied of this solution she came up with. She could sit here telling little truths about things until Chat Noir can free her.

Ladybug: I love designing

Ladybug: my least favorite class is geometry

Ladybug was just blurting out these little truths one after another watching Hawkmoth grow angrier and angrier. Pretty soon she wasnt even thinking about what she was saying she was just saying them

Ladybug: my favorite animal is a cat

Ladybug: I'm in love wit-

She stopped her self.

Hawkmoth: MWAHAH. You must finish that sentence with the truth bug girl. Or else I dont think your ribs can handle another squeeze, and than mabye this "lover" of yours would like to join us, and mabye I wont hurt them if you tell me where the guardian is.

Ladybug was panicking, she could feel the vines slowly tightening. She had to finish the sentence quickly, but if she did than Adrien would be on danger, but if she didnt than she would be crushed by the vines. She decided that Adriens safety was more important. The vines grew tighter and tighter, she could barely breath. Than everything became blurry, she heard some yelling, than the vines went away and she fell to the floor, everything was still blurry to her. The last thing she saw was a black figure.

When she awoke, she was in alot of pain. She could feel the warm air blowing and she saw the clear sky and the stars.

Chatnoir: your awake!

He took her hand in his and was apologizing for not being their sooner, and he was asking where it hurt,

Ladybug: everywhere. I'm not exactly sure, but cant really move.

She saw a paper bag in a nearby dumpster.

Ladybug: grab that back for me

He confusingly grabbed it and handed it to her

Chat noir: what are you gonna do with that?

She didnt answer him and placed the paper bag over her head.

Ladybug: spots off

In a flash of light she de-transformed.

Ladybug: can you tell me how bad it looks? I think I may have some broken ribs

Chatnoir turned red as she lifted off her pajama shirt. Revealing her bruises and her pink polka dot bra.

Than a little red light flew out from behind marinette and flew straight into her chest. A few moments later the red thing flew out and announced that she had luckily no broken ribs, but she was severely bruised and wouldn't be able to get home on her own. Marinette put her shirt back on

Marinette: oh and I cant re-transform either, I don't have any cookies for tikki.

Chat noir had an idea "stay here. I'll be right back" he said, as he walked out of the alley.

He came back 5 mins later with a bag and handed it to Marinette.

Chatnoir: here, I'll turn around so u can keep your secret idenity a secret.

Marinette pulled the bag off her head and curiously looked into the bag. It was a ladybug costume, complete with earings, a suit, and a mask.

Marinette: seriously.

Chat noir: just put on the mask already.

Marinette put on the mask and chat noir turned around, picking her up gently as not to harm her.

She winced as he picked her up, but she knew he wasnt trying to hurt her.

Chatnoir: now, where do I drop you off at bugaboo?

Marinette: hey stop calling me that, and since I cant have you drop me off at my house. Otherwise you will know where I live, can you drop me off at marinettes house? She owes me a favor

Chatnoir: a favor? For what?

Marinette: it's a secret, so just bring me to marinettes room and a good night's rest should help me feel better.

Chatnoir carefully walked down the street carrying her. Jumping atop the rooftops would be faster but it would hurt ladybug. He walked straight up to the bakery " hold on tight" he said as he extended his baton and they lifted up to marinettes balcony.

Chatnoir: you sure shes okay with this? I mean we are sneaking into her bedroom in the middle of the night. Wont it scare her?

Marinette: no. Shes not home tonight, shes spending the night at Alyas.

Chatnoir climbed through Marinettes window and laid Marinette down on the bed. He then laid next to her

Chatnoir: so how did you even get your self hurt like this tonight?

Ladybug: well the "truth teller" wrapped her vines around me and everytime I lie this vines would get tighter. Than Hawkmoth asked me where master fu was and I wasnt gonna tell him so than I started telling little truths, like my favorite color and stuff, but than I almost put sombody close to me in danger...I said " I'm in love wit-" and caught myself but I almost put him in danger, and all becuase of my carelessness.

Ladybug: speaking of carelessness I completely forgot about the akuma. I have to go and stop it.

Chatnoir: no worries after I cataclysmed the vines he was so mad that he un-akumatized her and left. Than I grabbed you and had to stop in that alley becuase I detransformed. Than right before you woke up I fed plagg some cheese and re transformed.

Ladybug: oh that you chat. I can't even thank you enough

She hugged chat and he hugged her back and he felt her wince in pain.

Chatnoir: sorry bugaboo

Ladybug: I said stop saying tha-...zzzzzzz

She drifted off to sleep mid sentence. He snuggled up to her and fell asleep next to her. "I hope Marinette wont mind I slept in her bed too"

[let-me-be-soft]

Trying- Chapter 12

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug

Pairing: Alya/Nino

Summary:

After 5 years of a never ending battle with Hawk Moth, the Akumas suddenly come to a stop. For 4 months Paris seems like it’s finally at peace, but it may turn out to be only the calm before the storm. When Alya starts to hear a familiar voice, she realizes very quickly that Hawk Moth is far from gone. Alya must resist the temptation to discover the truth behind Ladybug, but as her life slowly falls apart around her Hawk Moth’s grip only becomes stronger.

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“This is a mistake.”

Marinette looked up from the lunch she was packing. Tikki was floating above the ham sandwiches with wide sad eyes.

“What do you mean?”

“You shouldn’t go meet Elle.”

Plagg was floating in front of him, blocking him from leaving.

“Plagg I’m going.”

“Nothing good can come out of meeting her.”

“Tikki we need to talk to her. She has the answers we’re looking for.”

“Not for certain. And you saw how scared Chat was.”

“Tikki, Chat and I already talked. We’re both going to go.”

“Just let Jade Turtle and Volpina handle this.”

“Why?” Adrien demanded, “Why don’t you want me to go?”

“Because you’re not supposed to meet her!”

“What?” Adrien stared blankly at Plagg.

“Nothing good can come from you meeting Elle.”

“You want me to stay behind while everyone else goes to meet her?” Marinette stared at Tikki in disbelief, “Why?”

“She shouldn’t be trusted Marinette. She’s not brave like you and your friends, she runs away from responsibility. She won’t be any help I guarantee it.” Tikki shook her head and floated off to get a cookie.

“You know her tikki?”

Tikki didn’t respond, instead shoving her mouth full of chocolate chip.

“Tikki? How do you know her?”

“That’s not important Marinette.”

“Tikki. What is wrong? Why won’t you tell me?”

“It’s the past Marinette.” Tikki said facing her chosen with a stern look, “Just drop it.”

“Tikki you have to tell me more then that.” Marinette begged, “This is something that’s important to the safety of the city. I need to talk to Elle to defeat Hawkmoth, to protect Paris. I have to be there to lead my team Tikki.”

“Can’t you just take my word Marinette?”

“Tikki I have always taken your word! I never asked about the past Ladybugs, even though everyone else seems to know who the other miraculous users were. I didn’t doubt you when you said I couldn’t tell my family about being Ladybug. I trusted you when you said Rekko was an old friend. Tikki, Rekko is Hawkmoth! Why didn’t you tell me? Why are you trying to keep me in the dark. If you want me to be a good Ladybug you have to tell me the truth!”

“Rekko is not Hawkmoth!” Tikki yelled. Marinette fell silent. Tikki looked like she regretted raising her voice. She sighed and Marinette knew that the kwami felt hurt, “Marinette I believed in Elle more then anyone, and she let me down more times than I can count. I’m not letting you get hurt like I did. I’ve told you everything you need to be a good Ladybug. Let the past die.” Tikki floated off to the bedroom.

  Marinette was left alone with her thoughts. What was she supposed to do? She needed to visit Elle. She needed answers. She needed advice.

  As quickly as she could Marinette dressed from head to toe, trying her best to cover her face. It was still dark outside her apartment. They weren’t supposed to meet for another 2 hours to go find Elle. Marinette looked down the street for the bus before deciding to run. It felt strange leaving Tikki behind. Her kwami and her hadn’t been apart in 5 years, they were bound to have a fight at some point right?

  “Why can’t I meet her Plagg?” Adrien was pacing angrily now.

“Because you can’t.”

“Plagg!”

“Adrien she won’t want to see you.”

“Why not? Why is she in all my memories? Why do I remember her?”

“It’s probably just Philippe's-”

“It’s not Philippe's memories Plagg! I know they aren’t! They’re mine! And everytime I look back on them they become more clear.”

“Kid-”

“Plagg why are you lying to me? Why can’t I go meet her?”

“Adrien, you’ll break your own heart.”

“What?”

“Look, I always had a soft spot for Elle, and the one time she acts like the rest of them it’s her final wish or whatever.” Plagg was trying to sound uncaring, but Adrien could see how upset he was.“I promised her I’d look after you. I won’t stop you from going. I know that she wouldn’t want you to, and I don’t want to see you or her get hurt.”

Adrien looked away, all of his defiant anger gone.

“But,” Plagg floated closer, “If you think that it would be worse to never know, then to know and get hurt, well I guess I’d be protecting you if we went. She can’t get mad at me then.”

Adrien smiled.

  The graveyard was darker then the streets. There were no streetlights, and the dark reds of the early morning sky were all that illuminated her path. She had the path to the grave memorized. She had been there enough since it was put in. It stood with three others on the hill. She thought it was an odd collection of graves, but maybe it would make more sense after meeting Elle.

  Marinette was used to being alone on the hill. But today there were two people beside the grave. She hung back slightly, pulling the scarf she had pulled over her face a little higher. Both of the figures were women. One was very tall with long reddish brown hair ending in white tips. She wore a loose shirt and pants in muted reds and browns. Knelt beside one of the other graves Marinette hadn’t recognised.

  The second woman knelt in front of Fu’s grave. She stood after a moment and pushed her glasses further up her face. Marinette knew this woman. Alya Cesaire.

  A man approached the hill and started to climb up towards the graves. Marinette held her breath. She knew this man too.

  Gabriel Agreste was not only the father of her highschool crush turned boyfriend - Was he her boyfriend? They had gone on a date and it was really nice. He had kissed her. Well technically she had kissed him, but he was the one who-

  Marinette focused back on the hill. Gabriel Agreste walked up to Alya and said something Marinette couldn’t make out from where she was. The lady who was by the grave stood and turned to face Mr. Agreste, saying something in audible as well.

  Marinette moved a little closer. Picking a grave a little closer to the three at the top and kneeling down beside it. She forced herself to read the name on the grave instead of looking up, but at least this way she could hear what they were saying.

  “We’re going to go see her as soon as we meet up with Ladybug and the rest of the team.” Alya was saying to Mr. Agreste.

“Good. I hope she will be able to help.”

“Why wouldn’t she? I still don’t understand why she left Gabriel.” The strange woman said looking at Gabriel Agreste. “Your family was everything to her. She wouldn’t just leave.”

Gabriel looked toward the second grave. “After Celine died… Things were different. Things were different before then too. You weren’t around for after Sage passed.”

They all looked at the first grave.

“I wish you luck.” Mr. Agreste gave a curt nod and one last look at the second grave before he made his way back down the hill.

  “You can come out now.” The strange woman said turning towards Marinette, “You’re not very sneaky Ladybug.”

Marinette’s eyes went wide. She stood up slowly, her scarf and hat still covering most of her face. “How do you know who I am?”

The woman smiled at her, her grin full of pointed teeth. “We’ve already met Ladybug, my name is Fanna. I’m Volpina’s kwami.”

Marinette looked at the strange woman in shock, “But you’re…”

“Not a floating fox?” Alya offered. “She does that. Yours can too but probably won’t because of an accident that happened a while ago and killed Desuu and Celine.”

Alya nodded towards the second grave.

  Marinette had never had any connection to the graves before, but now it was starting to make sense why Master Fu was buried on this hill.

Sage Dalton

1973-2004

The best of friends, and the most just of people.

  Celine Agreste

1976-2010

The light that brought us all together.

  Philippe Gillet

1982-2010

A friend, and a hero

  Fu Zhihao

1829-2020

  The only name she had known before was Agreste, but now all of them appeared before her. This was where the miraculous holders of the past were buried.

  “Does Adrien know?” Marinette asked looking at Celine’s grave.

“That his Mom used to be a superhero? I don’t think so.” Alya shook her head, “He doesn’t know about Mr. Agreste either. Gabriel is the civilian hawkmoth has a connection with.”

“Is everyone in his life connected to the miraculous?”

“Well his roommate's girlfriend, his future wife.” Alya said with a laugh.

Marinette turned a little red. “Does Nino know the woman he loves is an orange clad fox?”

Alya smiled, “He does.”

Fanna dropped back into a fox and weaved herself between Alya’s legs.

“Why are you here Marinette?” The fox asked.

“Oh.. Tikki and I got in an argument. I needed to clear my head so I…”

“Came to visit Fu.” Alya finished for her nodding towards the last grave. “What were you fighting about?”

“She doesn’t want me to meet Elle.” Marinette admitted.

Fanna gave a snort that sounded like a laugh, “That sounds like Tikki.”

“Who’s Tikki? Ladybug’s kwami?” Alya asked.

“Yes,” Fanna giggled again, but it sounded like some kind of high pitched cry. “Tikki and Elle got in spats all the time. Tikki was always a little jealous over how well Plagg and Elle got along.”

“That’s Chat’s kwami?” Marinette clarified.

“Yes Ma’am.” Fanna grinned, and Marinette thought she looked suspiciously similar to Volpina, “Tikki and Elle fought, but Tikki loved Elle dearly. She misses her. Tikki is one of the oldest Kwami. She’s seen many Ladybugs and she has never gotten any better at saying goodbye.”

“She said Elle couldn’t be trusted.” Marinette frowned.

“Ladybug, I trust Elle with my life.” Fanna smiled a little softer this time, her canines hidden. “It's very important you meet her. I'm not allowed to tell you why, but please trust me. You need to be there.”

Volpina would not stop laughing.

“Stop.” Jade Turtle practically begged as they sat in the back of a “rented” car.

The car was actually Adrien’s but he had lied to Volpina and Ladybug about where he had gotten it knowing how strict latter was with keeping their identities a secret.

Chat started to chuckle as well and Ladybug gave him the stink eye.

“This is just so funny.” Volpina wheezed.

“I don’t see what’s so funny about it.” Ladybug said from the passenger seat.

Volpina let out another cackle showing off her canines, “LB! We are currently geared up in full superhero outfits, sitting in the back of a car stuck in traffic on the freeway. It’s pretty damn funny.”

Chat laughed again.

“Volpina what do you propose we do?” Ladybug said annoyed.

“Nothing! I think this is great! When I picture the Avengers I immediately think of their trips in a minivan together.” Volpina laughed again.

Jade Turtle chuckled.

“Not you too turtle boy.”

Chat laughed at the nickname and lost it again.

“All three of you stop!”

They all doubled over with laughter again.

Ladybug fought a smile.

  They ended up listening to Jade Turtle’s music and although they were a new team, it felt distinctly familiar.

  It was the afternoon by the time they reached the road Alya had collapsed on. Soon they were turning down a driveway to the small cottage she had woke up in.

  The four heroes stood in broad daylight in front of the woman’s door.

Volpina giggled again.

“Volpina I swear to god.” Jade shoved her lightly.

“Sorry it’s just a little silly right?”

Chat was too nervous to laugh, and Ladybug couldn’t hear anything over the pulse in her ears.

Volpina and Jade seemed to catch on. Volpina stepped forward and knocked on the door. Jade watched as the two other heros stiffened visibly.

  There was silence except for the birds and the wind.

  The door opened and a brown haired woman with green eyes opened it.

  “What-”

Chat Noir’s eyes met with the woman's. Her eyes went wide.

“Get away from here.”

The door closed with a loud bang.

Chat was still staring at it, something very distant in his eyes.

“I don't remember her being like that..” Volpina frowned and tried to peer through the window.

“Chat… are you alright?” Ladybug placed a hand on his shoulder.

He didn't respond, except for a hiss of pain and his eyes shutting tight.

“Chat? What's wrong?” Ladybug moved in front of him trying to get his attention.

His hands flew to his head and he let out another hiss.

“Chat!”

Jade Turtle looked back in time to see Chat Noir collapse. He moved instinctually to catch him. “What happened?”

“I don't know.” Ladybug confessed setting down her partner gently. “He wasn't responding and then his head hurt and he collapsed.”

Volpina was knocking on the door again. There was no answer.

“Help! Chat Noir is hurt! Let us in!”

Still no answer.

“What do we do?” Volpina looked at Ladybug.

“I-I don't know” Ladybug was staring at Chat’s unmoving body, unable to think of anything other then panic.

The door opened and the woman was standing on her front step her face contorted in worry to match Ladybug’s. She looked at the spotted heroine and gave a frightened nod.

  Ladybug wrapped her arms around Chat and lifted him up. The hero's walked into the house in silence.

  It looked the same as when Volpina was last there. It was warm and cozy, if not still too big for one person. Eleanor lead hem upstairs and helped place Chat in a bed. She stared down at him, “How did you find me?”

Volpina took a step towards the woman, “That's my fault.”

“What do you mean-”

“You saved my life and… Well we think you might know how to save a lot more people.” Volpina confessed.

“You're the young woman? The one who collapsed?” Elle's eyes went wide. “No! As soon as he wakes up you leave! I don't want anything to do with this life!”

Volpina reached out gently, “Please, I know you've been through a lot, I know you must blame the miraculous for your fiance's death, but we need your help.”

Elle shook her head, “You don't know anything about my past Volpina, there's a reason for that.”

“What reason?” Ladybug asked looking up from Chats face for the first time. “Why can't we know? Why are you so connected to the miraculous?”

“I can't tell you.”

“Is this another one of those Kwami rules? Like you can't tell people certain things?” Jade turtle asked.

Elle didn’t answer. She stared down at Chat with worry. “What happened to him?”

“We don’t know.” Volpina supplied, “He saw you and collapsed.”

Ladybug looked Elle up and down once. Maybe Tikki had been right. Maybe they shouldn’t trust this woman.

“As soon as he wakes up.” Elle warned again and left them alone.

“Why was she so worried about him?” Jade asked.

“She’s probably just a decent person? You’re saying if someone collapsed in front of your house you wouldn’t be worried?”

“No just… She did not want us here, and then he collapses and suddenly it’s fine?”

“She was Philippe Gillet’s Fiance right?” Ladybug said still watching Chat, “He was the last Chat Noir.”

Adrien woke up in a cold sweat.  

“You're awake!” Nino grinned from the chair beside the bed.

Adrien looked around confused. He wasn't at home… Where was he? Whose bed was this? It felt a little familiar. He remembered waking up to this ceiling before.

“We're at Elle's.” Nino supplied, “We got here and when you saw her you collapsed.”

“What time is it?” Adrien sat up slowly.

“It's around Midnight.”

Adrien looked around the room. He had definitely been her before.

“Dude! Talk to me! Why did you collapse? I'm worried!”

Adrien met Nino's gaze, “I know her.”

“What?”

“I know her… I've been having these memories with her in them ever since I heard her name.” He looked around again slightly panicked, “Where's Plagg?”

“Chill. Him and Wayzz went to go find some food. You detransformed an hour ago. I convinced Ladybug to step outside and get some rest.” Nino sighed, “What do you mean you know her?”

“I know her Nino… There are all these memories that I didn’t know I had before, I thought they might just be Phillipes, but I know now. They’re mine. I know her from somewhere.”

Nino nodded his head slowly as he processed the information.“That’s crazy dude.”

“I know!” Adrien ran his hands through his hair, “There’s this part of my past that I never knew about… I guess when I saw her it was just too much.”

Nino gave him another nodd.

Adrien lay back down with a sigh, “How did things get so messed up? You’re here, Alya’s Volpina, there’s this strange woman…”

“Dude, I’m pretty sure your life has always been messed up. Secret identities, crazy dad, famous teenage years.” Nino laughed, “I thought you’d be used to it by now.”

Adrien laughed with him, “Yeah… I wonder if Ladybug’s life is this messed up.” Ladybug went down the stairs as quietly as possible, not wanting to wake any of her sleeping teammates. To her surprise a light was on in the main room and the fire that was dying out cast a glow on the woman tending to the embers. Ladybug watched as the warm light reflected in the woman's eyes, and her hands held the metal stick that she pushed the logs with.

“Thank you again… for helping him.” Ladybug said softly.

Elle stiffened but looked towards the hero and smiled, “I couldn't just cast him out on the street.”

“You could have.” Ladybug sat at the edge of the fireplace beside the woman. “So thank you.”

“You're welcome Ladybug.” Elle frowned a little, “But I'm afraid that's as helpful as I can be.”

“Elle I-”

“I know why you're here Ladybug.” Elle looked almost sad, “I can not help you.”

Ladybug fell silent. The fire flickered away filling the quiet room. It was so frustrating. She was so close to the answers she had been waiting for. She was so close to finally being able to fight Hawkmoth. But of course, there were more roadblocks. More mysterious answers she wasn't allowed to know.

“Fanna said it was important that I met you…” Ladybug said softly.

Elle looked up surprised, “She shouldn’t have said that.”

“Why not?” Ladybug met Elle’s gaze. She came all this way for answers, she wasn’t giving up. “Fanna said I could trust you. Why? Why is it so important I meet you? Why do you have all these answers?”

“Ladybug I can’t-”

“I need to protect my city!” Ladybug pleaded, “I need to fight Hawkmoth! I need a way to defeat him! I need help! Please!”

“Call him by his name.” Elle said sternly, “Hawkmoth is a lie, it’s the name he chose so he could hide, so he could cause terror. Call him for what he is.”

“Rekko.” Ladybug said, “His name is Rekko.”

“Yes… And he is not a supervillain. He is a weak hearted creature who will stop at nothing to satisfy his own wants.”

“Then help me defeat him!” Ladybug begged.

Elle shook her head, “There are very few things I have left in this world Ladybug, very few people I care about. But I would rather die than see them hurt. I can’t help you. After tonight I leave, Rekko can never find me.”

“But we can help! Hawkmo- Rekko has to be stopped, he can’t hurt you or anyone else if we stop him.”

“But there are other people who can help you! Other people who don’t have to run once they’re found. Master Fu, he can help you-” Elle saw something flash across Ladybug’s face. Remorse, guilt, sadness. “No…”

“He’s dead.”

“No.” Elle shook her head, “Sabine. Is Sabine Cheng still alive?”

“Sabine?”

“Is she still alive?” Elle seemed panicked.

“Yes. How do you know Sabine Cheng?”

“Gabriel Agreste? Are him and his son alright?”

“Yes. Why do you know Sabine?”

Elle’s eyes watered, but she looked relieved, “When did Fu?”

“Almost three weeks ago.” Ladybug frowned, “Why do you know Sabine?”

Elle shook her head again, “I can’t tell you if you don’t know.”

“Then how am I ever supposed to know?” Ladybug said angrily. She sighed, “Please… Is Sabine in danger?”

Elle bit her lip, “If you don’t know about her… Then no. I don’t think she’s in danger.”

It was Ladybug’s turn to feel relieved. “How do you know Rekko?”

Elle looked away.

“Please. You’re our last chance. Master Fu is gone. We need help. Are you his apprentice?”

Elle sighed, “Tikki wouldn’t want me to tell you.”

“Tikki didn’t want me to come at all.”

“Then why did you?”

“I need to know the truth.”

Elle stood up and walked towards a bedroom.

“Who are you? Why did you know all these people?” Ladybug asked standing up to follow her.

Elle gave the hero a weak smile, “I used to be Ladybug.”

Ladybug climbed back up the stairs still trying to process what had just happened. The previous Ladybug. She was right here, she was down those stairs. She finally knew who she was.

“You’re adorable.”

Ladybug looked over at Volpina and Jade Turtle. Volpina had her legs on top of Jade’s and he had his arms around her. Ladybug frowned disapprovingly. Jade seemed to catch her glare and shifted a little further away from Volpina.

“Well… We should probably spilt up transformation is going to wear out soon.” Jade said awkwardly.

“We should leave Chat in the same room, which leaves this room and that last bedroom. Someone's gotta share.” Volpina wiggled her eyebrows at Jade who blushed a little and laughed.

“Volpina and I will share.” Ladybug declared harshly grabbing the heroine by the arm and dragging her away.

“Ow, What the hell?” Volpina yanked her arm back from Ladybug.

“What the hell was that?” Ladybug whispered closing the door behind her and dropping her transformation

“What?”

“I come upstairs and see you draped over some guy-”

“Some guy?”

“Alya you are in a relationship!” Ladybug tried to keep her voice quiet.

“I am aware of that.” Volpina laughed and released her transformation as well.

“So you don’t think Nino would mind you flirting with some superhero?”

Alya grinned, “Girl, I know he would be ok with it.”

“What?”

Alya started laughing, Tikki and Marinette shared a confused glance.

“Just don’t do that in front of me. He’s my teammate and Nino is my friend, I don’t want either of them getting hurt.”

“No one is getting hurt Marinette, I promise.” Alya smiled.

“Does Jade even know you’re not single?”

Alya sighed and knocked on the wall, “Oi! Jade! You know I’m taken right?” Alya yelled.

“Huh? Yeah!” Came the confused response.

“See? Everything is fine.” Alya gave her friend a smile, “Tomorrow we can call Nino and ask if he cares. Deal?”

“Fine… Lets just go to sleep.”

Marinette scowled and threw herself on the bed. Alya didn't have the energy to argue with her friend.

  Marinette stared at the wall as she heard Tikki and Fanna chatting on the other end of the room. Eventually the chatter died out and the sound of rain hitting the window, mixed with the familiar sound of Tikki snoring.

She turned on her back and looked over at Alya.

“Hey…” she whispered poking her friend's shoulder, “Are you awake?”

“Of course.” Alya’s voice was soft and low.

“How did you get Fanna to tell you about Sage?”

“What do you mean?”

“How did you convince her to tell you?”

“I didn't, Fanna told me when I first met her… it helped… when I was feeling alone, or like I couldn't succeed. It was nice to know someone else had done it before.” Alya turned to meet Marinette’s gaze, “Tikki never told you about the past Ladybug?”

“No.”

“I'm sure there must be a good reason. Maybe the right time just hasn't come up.”

“You'd think she'd tell me before I met her myself.”

“What?”

“I met the previous Ladybug. She's downstairs. Elle is my predecessor.” Marinette took a breath in and out and lowered her voice. “Why didn't she tell me? Why didn't she want me to meet Elle?”

Alya shook her head, still processing, “I don't know.”

“What happened back then? Why did Sage die? Why is Elle the only one left?”

“I don't know Mari…” Alya frowned, “But we will find the answers.”

  The long table in the dining room was surrounded by the four heroes and Elle. The silence that filled the room was heavy and awkward. In the middle of the table sat a plate full of semi burnt pancakes and a bowl of runny scrambled eggs. Jade Turtle looked at them skeptically as Volpina served herself cautiously.

  “I'm not a great cook.” Elle said, matter of factly.

“I remember,” Volpina said with an awkward laugh.

  The silence fell again as they all pushed around their food.

  “This is ridiculous.” Volpina complained, looking at her teammates. “More than half of you know who I am.”

“Don't you dare.” Ladybug shot her a glare.

Volpina rolled her eyes and was enveloped in a bright orange light.

“I can’t believe you just did that!” Ladybug stared wide eyed at her friend.

“How can we expect Elle to work with us if we’re not completely open with her.” Alya gave Elle a smile as Fanna floated down to the table, “Besides Fanna was hungry.”

The kwami looked up at the older woman and gave her a sad smile. “It’s been a long time.”

Elle smiled back mournfully, “It has.”

Suddenly there was a flash of dark green.

“Not you too?” Ladybug was covering her eyes.

“Hey… Spots, it’s ok. Chat and Alya already knew.” Nino said and turned to Elle, “We’ve met already.”

“We have.” Elle smiled a little. “Does your grandmother know about this Nino?”

Nino laughed nervously, “No..”

Ladybug was staring at Jade Turtle, Nino… Guess that’s why Alya had been flirting with him.

Wayzz had floated over to say hello already. Chat was staring at her.

“Don’t you dare.” She warned. “This is important Chat! Our identities need to be a secret!”

“But why?” Alya looked towards her friend, “Hawkmoth already knows! Why does it matter?”

“He only knows because you told him!”

“Wait, what?” Chat looked between the two confused, “Alya told Hawkmoth? Why?”

“It was an accident.”

“This isn’t something I mess around with,” Ladybug said defensively, “It’s been what? A month for you? And you’ve already told everyone your identity. This has been my life for the past five years, this is what I do. This is my secret and I will decide when to share it.”

A long silence fell over the table, and Nino went back to pushing his food around on his plate.

  There was a light green flash and Ladybug turned away.

“No fucking way!” Alya yelled, staring at Chat.

“I agree with you M’lady, it’s your secret and you should decide when you share it. But this is my secret. I should get to choose when I share it.” Adrien looked towards Elle, “I know we’ve never met… But I- We need your help. We need to end this thing with Hawkmoth now, no one else is going to get hurt or akumatized. Only you can help us. Please Elle.”

Elle stared at the young man in front of her, her eyes watering. Plagg floated towards her slowly. She shook her head and stood up. The room fell into silence again as she left.

  Adrien felt something inside of him crumble and die. He looked over to Ladybug but she still wouldn’t face him. He felt the rare flame of anger rise within him.

“Ladybug my name is Adrien Agreste. I know we’ve only met like this a couple times, but I would have thought you’d at least meet your partner, who you’ve worked with, fought beside, and known with for five years. I’m tired of hiding, I’m tired of secrets, and I’m tired of not getting any answers. Will you please at least look at me!” Adrien was standing staring at Ladybug’s back.

  She didn’t move.

  Adrien left.

  Alya stared at Ladybug as her shoulders began to shake and tears started to hit her legs. Without hesitation she got up and wrapped her friend in a tight hug, “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean for… I didn’t think what this all meant to you.”

“I’m such an idiot.”

“You’re not.” Alya said soothingly.

“I am!” Ladybug shook her head. She let go of Alya and stood up, “And I need to fix this.”

The spotted hero ran after Adrien and left Alya and Nino alone at the breakfast table full of uneaten food.

“Is any of it edible?” Alya asked gesturing at the burnt pancakes.

Nino shook his head.

  There was silence between them and Alya scooted closer. “How long did you know about Adrien for?”

“A while. We do live together Alya, and we’re best friends.”

“So wait you knew from high school?”

“No! Not that far back. I found out when I first met you as Volpina, we saw each other climbing into the apartment through the windows.”

Alya laughed and put her head on Nino’s shoulder.

Nino looked down at her through the corner of his eye. She was so beautiful, and he had never felt so lucky. Her eyes glanced up and caught his.

“What are you staring at Lahiffe?”

“You.”

Alya blushed a little but smiled and gave him a soft kiss. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” God did he ever. She was so smart and stunning. Everything about her was like fire, warm, passionate, awe inspiring. Sometimes he had to just thank his lucky stars that they had gone drinking together, that she had agreed to give it another chance. He was pretty sure he could spend the rest of his life looking at her smile. He knew he could. It was his favourite part about waking up every day, the moments where he looked over and saw her beside him already. “Alya will you live with me?”

Alya sat up startled, “What?”

“Will you live with me? I mean, we already share a bed, you practically live with me and Adrien already.”

“You want me to move in with you and Adrien?”

“Yes! Or no, I mean maybe we could find our own apartment. I don’t care actually, I just want to live with you.”

“I don’t know Nino… Let me think about it.”

“Just hear me out Al, you’re over all the time anyway, you need to find a new roommate, well I’m your solution!”

“My solution?”

“Yes! This way you don’t have to worry about getting kicked out of your apartment, and if you move in with Adrien and I, it’s really no different rent wise for us. I mean you’re over all the time already, and we already share groceries.”

“I’m so glad to know I’m not an inconvenience.” Alya scooted away slightly.

Nino’s expression fell, “You’re mad?”

“Yes!” Alya glared at him.

“Al, what’s the matter? I just asked you to move in why are you mad?”

“I’m not some damsel you need to save ok? I’m not hopeless.”

“I’m not trying to save you Alya, I’m just trying to help.”

“Well don’t!”

“I’m not supposed to help the woman I love?” Nino felt himself getting angry.

“You’re supposed to ask her to move in because you love her. Not because you’re worried she has nowhere else to go. I don’t want to be your charity case Nino, I want to be your girlfriend.” Alya stormed off and Nino felt his anger disappear and replace itself with regret.

Ladybug’s heart was pounding. Adrien Agreste’s bright green eyes met hers and she could see the hope and fear mixed in them.

“I’m sorry.” She managed to say. She felt like her throat was closing in and she couldn't breathe. How had he done this so easily? How had he just let go and showed who he was?

“Why are you here?” He asked, refusing to let himself hope.

“I’m an idiot!” Ladybug yelled, pushing past the terrible fear. “I’m not disappointed in you, I’m not angry, I’m just an idiot. And you’re my partner and my best friend, and I should have been there for you…” She felt tears start to roll down her cheeks. “I’m so sorry Chat…”

Adrien’s face softened and he wrapped her in a hug. “It’s ok.”

“It’s not. I’ve been unfair to you for five years.”

“Ladybug, you are one of the most just people I know.”

Ladybug took a deep breath. She could do this. She felt her body tense in fear, she couldn’t breath, her pulse was racing. She couldn’t do it, not even now. She was a worthless leader, and a worthless partner.

She felt Adrien hold her tighter. What was she so afraid of? She trusted him to keep her secret. She trusted him to stay by her side no matter who she was. She loved him. She loved him so much. Her best friend, the man who kissed her in the park, the one who saved her life. What was she holding on to? She smiled.

A pink light blinded Adrien. Before he could open his mouth he felt a pair of soft lips on his own.

He stepped back and his eyes shot open, “M’lady, I’m dating someone I can’t-”

He looked at her for the first time and stood staring. Marinette smiled nervously. “I know Kitty.”

Adrien stared at her. This couldn’t be real right? It couldn’t be this convient, that Marinette would have been her all along. It was too much of a coincidence. Gently, he reached out and touched her arm. “I can’t believe it.” He grinned.

“Believe what?”

“Out of the whole entire world, the two women I fall in love with are the same person.”

Marinette kissed him again and wrapped her arms around him. “I love you too.”

  “I missed you all so much.” Elle sat in the living room with Plagg, Wayzz and Fanna. Plagg was already by her side nuzzling his head against her hand just as he had done when she was Ladybug. She felt a wave of joy at the reunion, and a sharp pain at the memory. She missed Philippe. She missed Adrien.

“Why did you bring him here Plagg?” She asked the kwami as he floated up close to her face.

“He insisted.” Plagg shrugged his shoulders and Elle rolled her eyes.

“Rekko came back around five years ago.” Wayzz supplied.

Elle nodded, “I saw it on the news, it was around the same time he stopped trying to find me.”

“Master Fu and I… I think that he is trying to obtain Tikki and Plagg so that he can locate you, but he’s been unsuccessful so far.”

“Do Chat Noir and Ladybug know how to seal him?”

“No,” Fanna added in, “And the next descendant isn’t aware either.”

“You have to help Elle.” Wayzz begged, “You knew the boy’s mother. You can help him.”

“It’s not like Amira told me everything about her duty. We didn’t know each other very well.” Elle looked over to Plagg.

“They need you.” He said gravely, “I’m sorry Elle. I know you’ve already done enough, but there’s still more to go before it’s over for good.”

Elle sighed. “I worked so hard to protect him… Why would Fu pick him?”

Plagg smiled, “In his defense, Adrien is an excellent Chat Noir.”

Alya stormed through the room and Fanna floated over to her, “Hey, what’s the matter with you?”

“Human things.” Alya muttered. “What are you all talking about?”

“Answers.” Elle said standing up.

Tikki floated in from outside and stopped dead in her tracks when she saw Elle.

“Where are you going?” Tikki said, her sweet tinkly voice gone. “Running away again?”

“I’m going to see my son.” Elle walked towards the door.

“That was always your problem Eleanor. You cared more about that boy then you did about being Ladybug.”

“Then it’s a good thing I’m not Ladybug anymore.”

  Adrien and Marinette were down by the water staring at the rocks beneath the waves. Marinette looked up when she heard footsteps.

“It’s Elle.”

Adrien turned further away. He felt childish, but he just couldn’t face her yet.

“Hello Ladybug.” Elle said softly. “I was wondering if I could…”

Marinette turned back to Adrien. He didn’t say anything. “I can leave you too alone if-”

“No.” Adrien said and turned to look at Elle, “Whatever she has to say she can say it in front of both of us.”

Elle looked away. There was a silence before Elle finally broke it. “How… How long have you been Chat Noir?”

Adrien frowned. He looked up at her, her brown hair caught the wind as her skirt blew out behind and around her. She was staring at him as the air spun around her.

“Since I was 15.”

Elle looked heart broken. Her eyes shone with unshed tears and her face looked pale. Adrien felt his throat ache as he held back his emotions.

“Why do I know you? Why do I have all these memories of you? Why does it hurt so much to just be here, to be so close and it…”

“It aches.” She finished for him. “If I tell you… You won’t be able to forget. Everything will change.”

“Maybe it’ll change for the better.”

“I don’t think it will.”

“It’s too painful not knowing.” Adrien begged taking a step closer, back up to shore.

Marinette watched switching between the two faces.

Elle met his gaze. His eyes were just like his mothers. And his hair. She moved even closer still and her arms opened.

Adrien fell into her embrace without thinking. He felt a sob escape his mouth, though he had no idea why he was crying.

“I am so sorry,” Elle was crying. Her arms pulled him closer, and for the first time in a long time, he felt safe again. “I love you so much. I never wanted to leave you. I’m so sorry.”

“Who a-are you?” Adrien managed out between sobs.

“My name is Eleanor Perron. I was the woman that raised you.”

Something clicked in Adrien’s head. “Aunty Elle?” Adrien let go of Elle. He looked up at her tearstained face.“But why don’t I remember you? My mother was the one who-”

“I’ll explain everything. I promise. But let’s head inside first.” She looked back at the cottage, and then to Marinette. “you aren’t the only one who needs some answers.”

#trying #marinette dupain cheng #Adrien Agreste #Nino Lahiffe #Alya Cesaire #Volpina #Ladybug #Chat Noir #Jade Turtle #Miraculous Ladybug #MLB #This took so long #I am very sorry #I have successfully gotten into uni though #so next one will be faster

[zavtavia]

Zaven!!

>Background: They all live in the valley. (no new planet no 10 year living in cryo) They all live happy in houses that Diozya and Kane were building. Everyone from Spacekru lives together plus Clarke and Madi. Raven wanted Shaw to stay with them but he wanted to stay on the ship.

So a few weeks go by everything is really good until some of Mccreary’s people kindnap Raven and torture her. They find her and that is where it begins:

“Raven!!” Shaw yells as he finds her lying on the floor. He helps Raven stand up

“Shaw!” She hugs him and sees Murphy and Bellamy behind him.

.

Raven flutters her eyes open, and groans in pain. She feels a squeeze in her right hnad and looks over to Shaw sitting in a chair watching her. She could see pain, and guilt in her eyes the same look she had when she saw him all beet up and swollen.

She opened her mouth but Bellamy cut in “Hey, your awake, you’v been out for a few hours.” He says soothing her as much as possible, she looks around and sees all of her friends, Bellamy, Clarke, Murphy, Emori, Monty, Harper, and Echo.

She tries to sit up but the pain holds her down. “Raven, you have 2 broken ribs and have bruises all over your torso and chest.” Clarke says and Raven huffs. “Wow. Next your going to tell me Murphy shot me again” She jokes. Some how in the midstof it all Shaw let go of her hand and was on the other side of the room. She looked over at him but Murphy talking discracted her. “I think if I did that again Bellamy would probably kill me” He jokes everyone laughs, except for Shaw is is staring at an empty wall with such focus. Raven looks over and sees a tear fall down his face.

“Hey can you give us a minute” She asks Bellamy practically whispering it. He nods. “Okay come on let’s give her some rest” Everyone says bye and is out in a minute.

Raven is alone with Shaw she stares at him for a minute watching him figuring him out. “Shaw talk to me” She says lightly “Raven your here because of me. You got taken and tortured because they were trying to hurt me. And your the way to do that. Raven, I care about you with everything I have” That made Raven’s heart flutter!

“Shaw listen to me. This isn’t your fault don’t blame yourself. You saved me okay. And when you were getting tortured in front of me I broke. You thought you would but I was the one. I was ready to take off so you wouldn’t get hurt. Do you understand that?” She is in tears.

“Hey, hey come here” Shaw relizes exacly how much she cares and that she rayher have a target and be with him then be safe without him. He just didn’t know if he could live with that. But seeing her like that in tears. He walked over to her. He climbed into bed with her and carefully holding her to be careful not to her her with all the bruises and broken ribs.

She just laid there burying her face into him as they fell asleep

3 days later...

“Come on Abby, it’s been 3 days I’m fine see I’m up and walking” Raven pleads to be let out. “Raven, no I’m sorry but your are still bruised up and your ribs are still broken” Abby replies. Raven forgave her a week or so ago about the shock collar but of course Raven was still a little pissed about it.

“Abby come on you know me and if you don’t let me go I will just sneek off in the middle of the night and probably be back in that bed with new injuries so just let me go” Abby rolled her eyes, but she knew it was the truth. It’s not the first time Raven snuck out so she caved “Fine. But you need to take it easy, meaning no spacewalks, or runs, or anything that could make you worse okay?” Abby said sternly.

“Yes doc.” Raven replied and was about to walk out when Shaw came in. “Hey what are you doing?” He looks worried and over protective. “Leaving. Abby let me go so come of before she changes her mind” Raven says and practically drags him out the door.

They go into the house where spacekru lives. Bellamy, Echo, Murphy and Clarke are sitting down chatting when they walk it. Raven is smiling ear to ear “You snuck out already” Bellamy sighs and she smiles even wider “No, god you sneek out once and they hold it over you forever” Raven mumbles Shaw smiles to that. “5 times, Raven you snuck out 5 times” Clarke says and she starts laughing.

“Fine whatever” Raven rolls her eyes. “I have to go” Shaw says and kisses Raven lightly. “Wait. Where are you going?” Raven asks curiously. “Just go fix something on the ship. I’ll be back later. ” Shaw says distantly, kissing her on her cheek. Raven nods and watches him meave and turn to Bellamy “What is he hiding from me?” She asks. “I don’t know what your talking about” Bellamy lies through his teeth “Bellamy, tell me. Don’t make me mess up that pretty little face of yours” Raven jokes running a finger down his cheek. “Garage.” Bellamy says and she walks off.

She got to the garage and went inside to see Shaw sitting working on a bike. It looked like he was building it. “What the hell are you doing?” Raven asks making shaw jump amd turn to her. “Raven!” Shaw exclaims. “I am-“ He starts to explain “No I get what your doing. Your trying to rebuild the bike that you had. But what I want to know is why the hell you would keep this from me?” She starts yelling. “Look you said it yourself you were supposed to be resting. And I started building it just a few days ago and I was planning on telling you but then you got abducted and were in Med Bay” He explains.

“Look I get that your trying to look after me but that was 4 days ago and this looks like crap. Like really I’m sorry but your a terrible mechanic.” Raven jokes making her and Shaw both chuckle. “See and it’s too bad that the best mechanic in the world is pissed at you for lying to her” She says smiling. “Look I’m sorry about lying” He says and pulls her into a passionate long kiss. “Forgive me yet?” He says and she smiles and nods and kisses her again.

“I still want you to take it easy” He says. “Okay, I’ll sit right here and talk you through it” She says sitting on a couch that looks like Shaw has been sleeping on when he wasn’t at med bay. “Your okay with sitting on the side lines and just telling me what to do?” Shaw asks. “Yeah I’m fine with it. Just take off your shirt” Raven flirts. Starting to laugh with Shaw. “Okay.” Shae says taking off his shirt. She starts laughing “I was joking” She says laughing as he’s completely shirtless in front of her. “Yeah well I wasn’t” He says pulling her up from the couch as she yelps. And he pulls her into a kiss in one swift movement. They stop kissing and her hands were on his bare chest and she sits back down.

They have been working/flirting for an hour and Shaw keeps looking over his shoulder as Raven everytime she has a smile on her face. He is working on the engine listening to Raven’s every word. He suddenly just stops what he is doing “Did you get the last part?” Raven asks. The next thing she knows he is kissing her “What about your bike?” Raven asks as he continues to kiss her. “Your prettier” He replies she smiles and leans back. So she is laying down on the couch as Shaw starts kiss her neck and down bellow.

“Wow this couch is small” Raven says as she is practically laying on Shaw because there is no room. Which she doesn’t mind, as all that is between is a blanket that Shaw had. “It’s supposed to fit one person uncomfortably not too” Shaw says kissing the top of her head. He starts playing with her hair. “You know you should wear your hair down more.” Shaw says running his hands through it. Because he knows as soon as she gets up she’ll put it right back up. “Maybe” She replies. “I’ll take that maybe” Shaw says and kisses her.

“Hey, if I’m building this thing your taking me on a ride” Raven says “That was obvious” He replies. Raven turns and shifts trying to get comfortable. “Get some sleep” Shaw whispers. Playing with her hair, watching her sleep is all that he needs in the world

#zaven #the 100 #raven reyes #zeke shaw #shaven #cw #zaven fanfiction

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Secret Identity | Jared Leto + Reader | Part 2

Prompt: Flirting between Y/N and “Jay” starts to get more serious, and he starts to get more secretive. He prefers to talk about her, instead of himself, and it makes her wary.  Notes: May dabble some with Jareds POV in this. I really enjoy writing this, amd it’s fun to be a bit of a mystery. I haven’t decided when to have them meet, or how, so if you guys have any ideas, let me know!  Warnings: PG-13 for swearing in some chapters.

Part 1

Letoislove sent you a picture.

The notif came in a good few hours after you’d sent your last message to Jay. Your heart skipped a beat, and you hoped he wasn’t being cruel about sending you a different picture after how your conversation ended.

But as it loaded, you saw he wasn’t. It was Jared and a cute boy outside somewhere. You weren’t sure which part to focus on first - that he had met Jared (you only wished you had) or the fact he was a pretty cute kid. Okay, he didn’t actually look like a “kid”, he looked like he was probably in his 20s, but the emo-ish vibe a lot of their fans had given him that cute kid kinda look. You didn’t mind that he’d been the one flirting with you.

Withtheecehlon: You’re sooo cute! <3 Also lowkey jealous you got to meet Jared. Closest I’ve gotten is being really close to the stage.  Letoislove: It was taken at Camp Mars. Super great experience overall.  Withtheechelon: Ugh. Lucky! I want to go, so bad.  Letoislove: You should sometime =) It’s a bunch of fun. I know it’s expensive but so worth it.  Withtheechelon: I’m working on trying to save up, but stuff keeps coming up. It sucks cause I don’t live terribly far from there either, so it’s not like I’d have to fly. I could drive up, leave my car at a friends house and Uber over to avoid the parking pass.  Letoislove: I hope you can go sometime. You’d love it.

Jared’s POV

Jared hadn’t intended for this to happen. He’d made the fan account on a whim so he could talk to other fans without the massive amounts of messages or backlash that would come from him only talking to certain people. He tried to at least keep up with liking people’s comments on his own Instagram, but even that was a lot. Here, he could talk to people in small numbers, with anonymity. He found a lot of pages and picked some of the best and most active (and passionate) to follow. He was following about a hundred and tried to keep up with his own posts, just sharing stuff he had on his phone.  

He’d messaged a few different accounts, complimenting them, hoping to gain a few followers and start a few conversations. One stuck out to him. The feed was beautiful and looked like there was an artist behind it. It also posted daily. They started talking and he learned her name was y/n. He could be a bit of a flirt at times, and that was only amped up when he saw just how gorgeous she was, and the more they talked. She was passionate about how she spoke and her story behind getting into Mars and the things it got her through was beautiful. 

During the “Munday”, he wasn’t entirely sure what to do. He’d had the account for a week, and wasn’t really thinking about coming out about who he was - if he ever did. But when y/n asked, it was hard to say no. And it would really be fishy if he wouldn’t talk about himself, and wouldn’t send messages. He tried to avoid lying to her (and anyone he talked to), but just avoided certain truths or bent them. 

Shannon had called him back to the studio before he could decide, and he told her he’d think about it. 

Another act of bending the truth came to mind while he was in the studio; he looked through an album they had from Camp Mars and found one of him with a young male fan. He seemed attractive enough, and he was sending her a picture of himself. Just wasn’t specifying which person in the photo he was. His response was vague as well, as she called the kid she assumed next to him cute and expressed jealousy at “meeting Jared.” Oh, if she only knew... It was at Camp Mars. That wasn’t a lie either. He was able to change the subject, shifting it to her desire to go to Camp Mars. If the tickets weren’t as high of a price as they were (an unfortunate necessity for everything they offered), he would have considered offering to get her one; obviously, it wasn’t an issue on his edge, he could get her a ticket easily, but from her end it would look like he was dropping a lot on a girl he hadn’t met. Instead, he just sent her words of encouragement and told her not to give up on dreaming.

A notif dinged on his phone. “Would it be weird if I asked you about switching to text?” It was a message from Y/N. 

He considered that. She didn’t know who she was talking to, and it’s not like his number would give him away, just that he was in LA. She said she was near Mars, but it was far enough from the campsite of Camp Mars that she’d have to leave her car at a friend’s and uber over. Yeah, that meant she had a friend in the area. Fuck, he needed to stop overthinking things.

“Sure. What’s your number?” He responded real quick. It would be nice not to have to worry about her notifs getting buried under all the notifs from his other two Instagram pages; he usually had to have the fan accounts DMs open, or her specific message open. 

She sent back a number, and he copied it, putting it in his phone and send her a text. “Hi, beautiful.” Unless she’d just given her number to fifty different people, she’d know who it was. 

Shannon came into the living room, “hey, we’ve got a meeting to get to,” he told him. Jared nodded and got up, checking his phone when he felt it buzz. 

“Hey =) LA, Huh? So guess that cut some expenses for you for Camp Mars too.” Well... it wasn’t exactly wrong.

“Yep. City of Angels ;P” He was well aware his jokes could be terribly cheesy at times, usually reserved for special people close to him, but he felt he could be open with her.

Buzz. “Well I know that I’m talking to an angel right now <3″ Yeah, she could be a flirt at times too. 

He chuckled softly, alerting Shannon he was involved with his phone for more than business. “Who’s got you all smiley?” he asked as he drove them to their meeting. 

Jared shook his head as he sent a text back, “I promise you, princess, I’m no angel.” He glanced up at Shannon. “Just reading comments.” 

“Mmmhmmm. Then why’s your text open?” he remarked. Damn Shannon and his sunglasses. He could never tell where his brother’s eyes were. And he knew Shannon liked it that way.

“You’ll think I’m insane,” he answered, looking over at him. 

Shannon scoffed. 

Buzz. “Angels are boring anyway :P” He bit back another laugh. 

“Uh, you’re like 40 years too late if you’re trying to prevent me from thinking that, my brother,” he said, turning his attention over as they stopped at a light.

He let out a small sigh, sending you a text first. “If they look like you, they’re *far* from boring.” They were close to the meeting point, so he sent a second as well. “Work calls. Text you later <3″ He set his phone aside, giving Shannon more of his attention. 

“I was looking through comments one day and I came up with the idea to create a “fan account” for the band. It’s all hidden identity, so no one knows who’s behind it. It’s a way to be able to talk to the Echelon, be there, and learn about them without being bombarded with shit on the band account or mine.” He saw Shannon’s eyebrows perk up from under his glasses. “I started talking to one girl, and she’s kinda amazing. Really well spoken, looks at life in a really interesting perspective, we can have little superficial cheesy conversations or really deep ones. She’s super artistic and passionate too, and gorgeous.” 

Shannon had turned back to the road as the light turned green. “Does she know it’s you?” he asked. 

“Nope. I avoid certain truths to be able to dodge her figuring it out.” 

His head turned in a way that told him that he was glancing over. “You don’t think that’ll get weird after a while? Not being able to send pictures or video chat? Maybe not even being able to talk on the phone, depending on how confident you are in your voice acting --”

“I think my different voices are pretty good,” Jared interrupted. 

“Okay, so you can do phone calls. But still puts you at kinda a standing point. One day she’s gonna wanna meet, or video chat. If you’re texting, I assume she’s somewhere in the US, so that only makes it more likely. It’s only a matter of time, man,” he pulled up to park. 

“She’s somewhere in California,” Jared admitted, grabbing his phone and anything else he needed before jumping out. “I dunno, maybe sometime it’d be nice to meet her. I mean, it’s not like dating other fans where it’s a concern if they have ulterior motives or preconceived notions of who I am. She can get to know me as a person before she actually knows who I am.” 

“Just be careful. Don’t want this blowing up in your face. The idea of the Instagram is a nice one, so long as you’re cautious,” Shannon said as they went inside.

“I know.” It was the end of the conversation for now. He checked his phone once more to see if you’d replied and you had “I’ll be thinking of you” with a few kissy face emojis.

Your POV 

Texting felt easier. It was also a surefire way to know if it was him or not, hearing the ringtone you’d set for him everytime he texted. Things were flirtier, and you were a little more into the idea that he was close. It was only about an hour away from LA, though you weren’t sure where exactly in LA. The map that had come up when you looked up the 310 area code covered a large area, and you just knew it was West LA, mostly in Los Angeles County and some of Orange County. 

You were doing some work when your phone chimed an hour later. “I may be free for the night. Now time for exploring one of LA’s many vegan restaurants.” He’d confessed to being vegan like Jared but said it was prior to getting into the band. You thought it was really cool and respectable since he wasn’t one of those “you’re going to hell for eating meat” vegans. 

“I’d love to check some out next time I’m in LA if you have any recommendations. Or maybe you can show me some...” you hinted.

There was a pause, but it was entirely possible he was driving. “Maybe” was all he said. Okay, was he being short cause he didn’t want to meet, or because he was driving like you thought?

“Though I might be sated by a video chat or phone call :p” you teased. He was so secretive about details of his life, and you tried to nudge him out of that. He acted plenty interested unless he was just a flirt. That made you feel a pang in your heart. No, it hadn’t been long, but you had really nice conversations. He had no problem talking about life with you, so long as it wasn’t his life. You’d text for hours about politics, or wildlife, or various other deep topics, but he was shy about talking about his job, or his home life. 

“Maybe one day :P” he teased back. 

That made you frown a little. “You know, I can’t figure out if you’re just super shy, or if you’re really like some 60-year-old dude who likes Mars and younger girls.” It was half teasing, and half serious. 

“I’m not a sixty-year-old guy, I promise,” well that text came quicker than the others.

“You’re under 50, right?” you confirmed. He’d sent a photo, but there were so many online, that didn’t mean anything.

“For a few more years,” he replied again, with a variety of laughing/tongue out emojis to show he was still goofing off.

You thought, trying to figure out other reasons he couldn’t talk on the phone (since he hadn’t confirmed the shy thing.) Another idea came to your head. “You are over 18? I think that’s a requirement for Camp Mars, anyway. And that’d be a lot of money for a teenager to spend too.” 

He sent a laughing emoji at the start of his text. “Yes. I’m not a teenager, over 18, and I’ll even say I’m over 21 if that makes you feel better. Don’t want you getting the wrong idea thinking you’re talking to a pre-teen.”

You rolled your eyes and sent an emoji to show as much. “You’d be a really mature pre-teen. Well. Sometimes.” 

““Sometimes”” he quoted the end of your text. “Yeah, probably accurate...”  He confessed.

You pondered it more as you did some work (him being used to replies getting slow at times.) After a few minutes, you picked up your phone again. “If you’re a girl, that’s okay too. I know some people are shy about their sexuality. Especially if they’re not out. I’m bisexual so it wouldn’t change anything.” You sent a follow-up text. “Or trans.” You really liked him and wanted him (or her?) to be comfortable with you. No matter what, he was someone who made you smile, feel cared about, and you had really nice conversations with. 

Your phone chimed with his ringtone and you looked at it. “Born a guy, and have identified as one for all 21+ years of my life, and don’t think that’s gonna change,” he confirmed. The breath of relief that followed wasn’t one that came from being genuinely worried Jay was a girl or trans, it was more about being worried that you were being lied to.

“Well, that makes me stumped on why you wouldn’t do a phone call then since you didn’t agree with the shy thing, Doesn’t have to be a video call.” 

There was another pause between the texts. “How about one tomorrow?” he responded.

You smiled, feeling satisfied with that. “Sounds perfect.” 

He responded a few minutes later. “I can call you after work? Normally about 8 or so?” 

“I’m off tomorrow, so any time is fine =)”

The rest of the night was spent talking about various other things. Things you wanted to see in LA, places he liked to go, Camp Mars had come back up and you discussed that he told you stories. When it started to get late, he said his goodnights and said he’d be dreaming of you.

Meanwhile he was also thinking he was in way over his head. 

#Jared Leto x reader #Jared Leto Imagine #30stm Imagine #Thirty Seconds to Mars imagine #Secret Identity