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agustdakasuga · 4 years

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A Place Called Home | Chapter 19

Genre: Hybrid!AU, Poly!AU?, Soulmate AU, romance, fluff, humour

Pairing: OT7 x Reader

Characters: vet!reader, Arcticfox!Seokjin, Panther!Yoongi, Goldenretriever!Hoseok, Wolf!Namjoon, Calicocat!Jimin, Tiger!Taehyung, Rabbit!Jungkook

Summary: Having saved your own injured hybrid, you were determined to try and help any other hybrid that crossed your path who needed saving. But being a vet in a small hospital wasn’t enough for you. You wanted to do more, you wanted to make a difference. You wanted to give them a home.

As you sit there and endure the tortures of being an illegal fighting ring’s prisoner, you soon hear what you dread the most. Your worse nightmare has come true. (Italics: Flashback moments)

Chapter warning(s): Light teasing, violence. Please read at your own discretion

The 6 just continued running, afraid that there would be people to chase them. Namjoon saw signs of a city and they cut out of the forest.

“Let’s go.” He led the group towards the flashing lights of the buildings. Looking at the signs, they realised they were across town. There was no way they would be able to make it back home on foot.

“Shall we take a train?” Taehyung asked.

“We should have enough money.” Jin nodded. Hoseok took his pouch out to count what they had. He was in charge of the money for their trip.

"Wait, it’s after curfew. We’ll get in trouble if people report us.” Namjoon frowned. They decided to start walking. Hopefully they had enough energy to talk until the curfew was up, then they could take public transportation. It was dark and the streets were empty enough that they wouldn’t be questioned or reported to the police.

“Are you okay?” Hoseok asked Jimin, who stumbled a little.

“I’m okay.” Jimin gave a tired smile. Yoongi took his water bottle and handed it to Jimin. Jimin took small sips, careful to reserve some for the panther and handed it back to him.

“It’ll be about 2 hours until curfew is up.” Jin checked his watch. The group made sure to take small breaks every now and then to prevent over exhaustion.

“Yoongi?” A familiar voice spoke. The group froze and turned around to see who it was.

“Head nurse Park?” The panther tilted his head.

“How are you boys? I haven’t seen you in ages, what are you doing out here at this hour?” Head nurse Park asked. She was going to take her usual morning walk when she saw the familiar group of hybrids walk past her house. Luckily, she recognised Yoongi and called out to him.

“We’re trying to get home. We think something has happened to (y/n).” Taehyung spoke sadly.

“Oh, dear. And where have you boys been?”

“At a safe house, separated from her. We ran away last night.” Yoongi explained. Head nurse Park’s heart broke as she saw how tired the boys looked from walking the whole night.

“Come in. At least have some food and drinks until curfew is up.” She opened the gate wider for them to come into her property.

“Stay here.” She handed them some blankets to bundle up as she went to the kitchen. First, she fixed them some hot tea to warm up. Then she made a quick, simple breakfast for them. Jimin quickly fell asleep in Namjoon’s lap, exhausted from walking the whole night. The boys were all thanking their lucky stars that they ran into head nurse Park.

“Here, it’s not much but it’ll do.” She put the tray of porridge down.

“No, it’s more than enough. Thank you.” Jin gave the bowls out. Namjoon woke Jimin up to eat something as well.

“Is there anyone I can call or-”

“No! Umm... sorry. We’re not supposed to be out of the safe house. They didn’t want us to know about something happening to (y/n). We found out by accident, which is why we want to save her.” Namjoon said.

“I understand. Before (y/n) took her vacation, she was acting weird in the hospital. She was distracted, she wasn’t eating right, it was obvious something was wrong. Now I know the reason, it was because she was separated from all of you.” She smiled softly.

The boys’ hearts all broke when they heard that you weren’t taking care of yourself while they weren’t there, not like they were exactly doing well either.

“I hope (y/n) is okay.” She stroked Taehyung’s head.

“She will be.” Yoongi clenched his fist. Once the clock hit 7 am, the boys got ready to head home.

“Take this, enough for the bus.” Head nurse Park handed them some bills.

“No, you’ve done enough for us. We can’t take your money too.” Jin shook his head. Head nurse Park just grabbed his hand and shoved the money in before leaving for her morning walk.

“We better go.” Hoseok took the money from Jin and they headed to the bus station. When the bus came, they were about to step on when the bus conductor stopped them, he frowned at the group before pointing at the sign, ‘No strays allowed’. Sighing, they all proceeded to take their tags out from underneath their shirts.

Only then did he move back into his driver’s seat. Yoongi rolled his eyes and made sure everyone was able to get in and find a seat.

“You should sit, hyung.” Jimin was about to get up when Yoongi pushed him back down by his shoulder. Yoongi just looked away, continuing to shield Jimin with his body.

“Why aren’t you sitting?” Yoongi looked up at you.

“Because there aren’t any other seats, silly. It’s alright, the journey is not that far. Just sit or we’ll lose it and both have to stand.” You smiled down at him, stroking his head. Yoongi blinked and looked around the bus. Indeed, there weren’t any other available seats.

“Yoongi, what are you-” Suddenly, Yoongi yanked you down onto his lap. You blushed at the sudden contact.

“What are you doing?!” You whispered harshly.

“Who says we can’t share a seat?” Yoongi smirked at you, circling his arms around your waist. You choked and met eyes with an old lady that was giving you disapproving looks.

“We’re in public! This is very inappropriate.” You squeaked.

“Aww, is my kitten have dirty thoughts? Naughty kitten.” He whispered in your ear. You shivered as you felt his warm breath against your skin. Immediately, your whole body went warm and your cheeks turned fire red.

“Yoongi!” You slapped his arm.

“I’m just teasing, just relax, kitten.” He chuckled. You ducked your head slightly but still bowed your head to the old lady. That was the first time Yoongi was taking the bus. Even if you had a car, you insisted that he experience ‘normal life’ and brought him on his first bus ride. It was definitely an experience that he would never forget.

“Yoongs?” Jin called, breaking Yoongi out of his flashback. He looked up at the arctic fox.

“We’re here.” He told the younger. Yoongi nodded and woke Jimin up. He held onto the boy’s hand, something he has never done before, and led him out of the bus. The 6 walked towards their old house.

“There’s no one.” Hoseok sniffed the air. They could smell the scent of other people coming in and out of the house previously, as well as yours.

“Be careful.” Namjoon cautioned.

When they stepped inside, they felt the wind get knocked out of them. Their house wasn’t recognisable anymore. Everything was broken, like a tornado had swept through the place, leaving nothing intact. Yoongi’s eyes travelled to his now broken piano.

“(y/n)...” Jimin whimpered as he picked up your family picture from under the pile of glass.

“There’s something written at the back.” Taehyung pointed out. They all gathered as Jimin turned the photo over. It was true. In red writing, there was an address messily scribbled on.

‘Come get your precious owner.’

The agents that came to scout and investigate the house obviously missed this, considering it was still left untouched under the glass.

“This is all we need. We better go before others come.” Jin said. Jimin folded the photo and placed it into his pocket. They all froze when they heard cars pulling up outside, followed by unrecognisable voices.

“They escaped the safe house?... Okay, we just pulled up to the house. We’ll see if they’re here.” There was someone on the phone. Taehyung pointed to the back exit and they quickly ran out the door as they heard the footsteps approaching the front door. Kilo must have noticed that they disappeared and informed the other agents.

“Where shall we go?” Taehyung panted.

“Just keep running.” Namjoon and Yoongi stayed at the back of the group in case anyone did discovered them and gave a chase.

“We need to go to that address.” Hoseok said.

“Let’s split into two cabs and go. The place is pretty far out and it’ll take us all day to get there if we walk or take public transport.” Jin suggested and they exited out into the main road.

Luckily, they were able to get two taxis at the same time. They had just enough money to pay for the journey. It was Yoongi, Namjoon and Hoseok in one cab, Taehyung, Jimin and Jin in the other. Yoongi and Namjoon haven’t even seen the outside of the fighting ring before, they were going in blind.

“Ugh!” You spat out more blood as a kick was landed against your stomach. You wheezed, feeling the dull ache as you breathed.

“You’re make this too hard on yourself, doctor.” Boss Im chuckled, putting a new cigarette to his lips.

“You’re barking up the wrong tree.” You glared at him.

“I left a nice message for your hybrids. I bet they’re on their way here right now.” He smiled. You continued to keep your fierce gaze on him but on the inside, you were panicking. You prayed the boys weren’t actually coming.

“I’ll be sure to keep you updated on their due arrival.” He left with his men. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes.

“Let me help you.” The same girl that has been bringing you meals rushed into your cell with a first aid box. You let out a hiss, moving away from her.

“Please.” She begged, grasping your wrist. You were sceptical but nodded anyway. Slowly she began to clean your wounds and bandage you up. There wasn’t much she could do for the internal bleeding you were suffering from but she managed to get the superficial wounds.

“Who are you?” You asked.

“His wife...” She looked away, almost ashamed.

“If you see my hybrids, turn them away. Don’t let them find me, please.” You begged her, holding her hands in your own.

“Can I ask why you are trying so hard to protect them? To the point you’d rather suffer multiple beatings.”

“I’ve already broken so many promises with them. The least I could do is try my best to honour one promise, which is that they’ll never return to this life of illegal captivity and fighting again.” You scoffed with a sarcastic chuckle. She nodded her head and packed up, leaving the cell. You pulled yourself onto the mattress and laid down with a grunt.

You were woken up by loud banging on the bars of your cell. Someone roughly bound your hands behind your back and unlocked the chain around your ankle. He pulled you into a standing position.

“Let’s go.” He said gruffly and pulled you along. You were pulled into a big room, with Boss Im sitting in what looks like a throne.

“I told you I’ll keep you updated. I’m never wrong, doctor.” He spoke with a smile.

“No...” The colour drained from your face.

“No!” You thrashed around as the other doors opened and 6 hybrids were brought in. For the first time in almost a month, you faced your hybrids. You cried as you shook your head.

“No, please... no.” You sobbed.

“(y/n).” They all whimpered at your state. You had lost so much weight, the dark circles under your eyes were obvious and you were bloodied and bruised. It hurt them to even think of how much torture you went through alone here. Boss Im gave a content smirk.

“Yoongi, Namjoon. Nice to see you again.” Boss Im grabbed their chins. Yoongi spat at him and he frowned, immediately socking him in the jaw.

“Please don’t hurt him.”

“Help me understand why you like these animals so much, doctor. They’re feral, they’re killers and yet, you treat them like every house cat and dog. They’re monsters.” Boss Im chuckled.

“You’re the monster! Not them!” You shouted.

“I’ll kill you, Im.” Namjoon growled.

“Not if you want your precious mate to stay alive. I go down, she goes down with me.” Boss Im nodded to the man holding him and soon, you felt a cold metal being pressed against the jugular vein in your neck. The hybrids all let out growls at his actions. Boss Im just laughed and clapped at what a good reaction they gave him.

“You brought some nice extras for me. A tiger, a fox, a golden retriever and oh, what a rare gem, a male calico cat.” Boss Im touched Jimin’s clipped ear.

“Stop. Don’t touch him!” You begged.

“Oh, doctor. Aren’t you curious to see how your mates fight? And now that you’re here, maybe they’ll fight even better. It gives them a reason to give it their all.” He smirked.

“You’re despicable. Just let them go.”

“But the show hasn’t even started, doctor. Listen, I’ll let you see how well your little mates fight. You deserve front row seats after taking such good care of them. For now, take them away.” Boss Im waved. Other henchmen came and grabbed the hybrids, bringing them with you.

“You two, in there.” Jimin and Hoseok were thrown into a cell with you. Jin and Namjoon were together while Yoongi and Taehyung were together, being canines and felines.

“(y/n).” Jimin and Hoseok immediately embraced you.

“No... why did you come? You will die here.” You cried.

“It’s okay, kitten. We’re okay. Boss won’t kill us as long as we fight for him.” Yoongi reached through the bars to pat your head. He wiped your tears with a reassuring smile. Even if the bars separating you, Yoongi still tried his best to hug you and cradle you in his arms.

“We’re together now. That’s all that matters.” Taehyung comforted.

“I’m sorry.” You shook your head.

“Hush, no apologies.” Hoseok said. You moved over to the other side to hug Namjoon and Jin. This was not part off the plan, for all of you to be trapped here.

“Where’s Jungkook?” You asked Hoseok as Jimin hugged you like a koala.

“He didn’t come.” Hoseok tried to smile. You pulled him close to you, stroking his head. The hugging from both of them hurt your bruised body but you didn’t care, you wanted to hold them forever.

The 6 hybrids stopped outside the abandoned building in the middle of nowhere.

“We’re here.” Namjoon and Yoongi recognised the place by it’s smell of the old building and blood. It was faint but they could smell you as well.

“This is your last chance to turn around and walk away. The boss wanted the two of us. There’s still a chance for the 4 of you to leave. Because once we get in there, there’s no knowing how long we’ll be there or what will happen to us. It may be death or torture. We may even have to fight.” Yoongi said. The 4 all looked at each other.

“I want to save her, hyung. She doesn’t belong here.” Jimin said sadly. The others all nodded their heads. It didn’t amtter what happened to them as long as you were safe.

“Okay. Let’s go.” Jin said. Suddenly, a small figure ran out at them. They all got into a defence position.

“Stop! I’m not going to hurt you but please, go away.” She said frantically. Yoongi and Namjoon recognised her. They have seen her before and she was the one that delivered their food while they were here.

“Who are you?” Taehyung asked.

“It doesn’t matter. But you have to go. You can’t be here!” She shook her hands, trying to shoo them away.

“We’re here for some personal business, lady.” Hoseok growled.

“Your owner, the doctor. Her only request that she begged me to keep all of you away. She doesn’t want you guys to end up prisoner like her. She doesn’t want you guys here.” The lady explained.

“She’s really here. Move out of the way.” Yoongi barred his canines and they shoved past the lady, walking into the compound.

“My two best fighters and two new fighters, better eat your fill.” Boss Im came again. Two men had a tray filled with cooked beef. You went pale, he was going to ask Taehyung and Jin to fight for him as well. No wonder they kept them in two separate cages from you, Jimin and Hoseok. Jimin and Hoseok were domestic breeds, they don’t fight.

“Let them go, please.” You kneeled by the bars of your cell.

“Why would I? Namjoon and Yoongi have been trained enough that they can bring me a lot of money.” Boss Im smiled.

“This is wrong!” You clenched your fists.

“Do you think I care? These animals make me rich, that’s all that matters.” He shrugged and left. The 4 hybrids handed some beef to Jimin and Hoseok to eat. You buried your face into your hands.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” You chanted.

“My love, listen to me. You did nothing wrong, you hear me? None of us are angry with you or blame you. What you did was just to protect us. We came here to save you on our own will, knowing what we will happen. It’s alright.” Namjoon cupped your face.

“They’re going to make Tae and Jin fight.” Your breathing quickened.

“It’s okay, don’t worry about that for a second. Take a deep breath, my love. Breathe with me. Like Tae said, we’re all together now. We’ll work through this together, hmm? We’ll never separate again.” Namjoon cooed.

“There was never a moment that I didn’t think about you boys.” You placed a hand over his.

“You were constantly on our minds too, snowflake. You’re our only mate, after all.” Jin chuckled, taking your hand to kiss the back of it.

“You see? We’ve never parted with these.” Taehyung flashed his boxy grin, taking his green dog tag out to show you. Oh, how you missed that charming smile of his.

“We’ll be okay.” Jimin whispered.

The door slamming loudly woke Jungkook up. He jumped slightly and suddenly, was grabbed by the forearms. He was pulled up into a sleeping position, facing a frantic Kilo.

“Jungkook! Where are they?!” Kilo shook him.

“Who?” Jungkook replied lazily.

“The other 6 hybrids! Your brothers, where did they go?!” Jungkook could just hear Kilo’s rapid heart rate. He was scared, nervous and panicking. Maybe he was afraid that losing 6 hybrids would cause him to get in trouble with Alpha or worse, get fired from the organisation.

“Jungkook, where are the 6 hybrids?” Kilo asked again.

“I don’t know.” Jungkook said monotonously, letting out a yawn.

“Listen, Jungkook. I know your brothers ran away because if they were kidnapped, you wouldn’t have been left here. Tell me, did they go and look for (y/n)?” Kilo was sweating bullets.

“They are bound to find out.” Jungkook whispered.

“They are in grave danger. You guys don’t have the strength to bring down an illegal fighting ring, much less, save your owner.” Kilo sighed, rubbing his forehead. Jungkook frowned, who was he to underestimate the strength of his brothers? Jungkook swatted Kilo’s hands off him and stood up. The man looked at the nonchalant rabbit.

“Did you make breakfast? I’m hungry.” He yawned and went to the bathroom.

“Jeon Jungkook, are you not worried about your brothers?” Kilo asked. Of course, Jungkook was worried but he couldn’t show it. He shrugged at Kilo’s question and headed to the kitchen.

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hermionemonica · 4 years

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Cause I knew I was in love with you (when we sat in silence): Marichat May 2020 - Day 20

AO3 | For the @marichatmay

Collab with @lalunaoscura

DAY 1 | <-19 | 20 | 21->

Day 20 — Cat got your tongue

“Pretty flowers for my pretty Princess,” Chat announced, making Marinette open her eyes.

She had almost fallen asleep on her lounge chair waiting for her feline friend.

“Aww, that is so- wait a minute.” Her eyes widened. “Did you just pluck flowers off my plant?”

“Uhh,” he looked away, “No?”

“Why would you do something like that, Chat Noir?” Marinette sat up.

“Hey, I was just trying to be sweet!” Chat protested. “After all, who would let go of an opportunity to please you?” He lifted her hand to his lips and pressed a kiss to it. Marinette giggled.

“So how was your day?” He shoved Marinette over with his butt to make a place for himself on the chair.

“No, this is my seat!” Marinette pushed him right back. “Go sit somewhere else!” Chat plopped onto the floor with a pout on his face. He mumbled something under his breath.

“What was that?” Marinette leaned forward. “I said I will hog the covers tonight!” Chat scrunched up his face and stuck his tongue out at her.

Marinette gasped. “You wouldn’t dare,” she spoke in a low hiss.

“I so would.”

“No you won't!”

“Yes I will!”

At that Marinette lunged on top of him and turned him over, sitting on his back. She used one hand to pin his arms behind him and the other to hold his face against the floor. “Say it again, you mangy stray!”

“Awwight fine you win!” Chat surrendered andonly then did Marinette release him. He sat up, frowning.

“See how strong I am?” Marinette smirked.

“Oh no, you just caught me by surprise.” Chat rolled his eyes at her.

“Oh?” She raised her eyebrows at him. “Wanna go for another round, huh cat boy?”

“I will take you up on that another night, Princess!” Chat rubbed his wrist with a pained expression. “When I am not injured!”

“Aww kitty.” Marinette knelt in front of him. “Did I hurt you?”

“A little.” He whispered.

A concerned expression appeared on her face. She went to hold his hand.

But Chat was quicker. Before Marinette could understand what was happening, he leapt over to lie on top of the lounge chair. He lay on his side, head propped up on one hand.

“How's the view from down there, Purr-incess?” He asked with a cocked eyebrow and a shit-eating grin on his face.

“Oh you evil, evil cat!” Marinette jumped up with a feral look and rolled over Chat's body to lie behind him.

“Wha- what are you doing?” He asked.

“Spooning you.” Marinette spoke casually, pressing her face into his back.

“Oh?” The smirk was back on his face. “I bet you are enjoying it, aren't you?”

“H-hey!” Marinette quickly let go of him and sat back up. “Don't get ideas, kitty!”

“Why not?” Chat sat up too, facing her. “We have been spending nights in the same bed, we are practically married.”

“M-married?” Marinette stiffened, a scarlet blush spreading over her cheeks. “What are you saying?”

“Exactly what you heard, wifey,” he stressed on the last word, narrowing his eyes flirtatiously.

Marinette’s eyes widened as she slowly leaned back. And then, she pushed Chat aside and ran through the skylight into her room.

Chat Noir let out a small laugh in the darkness of the balcony. Then he scampered to the skylight and let himself in.

He called his detransformation. “Where did my darling go?” He called out in a sing-song voice.

He was so not prepared to hear Mari respond with a “I’m over here, my beautiful sweetheart!” with a little sway of her hips.

What happened to the girl who just fled from the balcony like a flustered kitten?

He did not have much opportunity to think about it, as Marinette began to walk towards him with little slow steps, like a predator approaching her prey.

That flirty look in her eyes, what the heck was going on?

She walked up to him and placed her hands on his chest. “Honey?”

She seemed to not realise (or pretended not to realise) the effect that she was having on him. She went on unbothered, toying with the strings of his hoodie. “Now that the kids are asleep, what do you say you and I have some fun?”

There were so many things in that sentence that he wanted to ask about.

He gulped. “K-kids?” he stuttered.

“Why yes, sir?” She looked up at him with a laugh. “Now don’t tell me you’ve forgotten our kids?”

Our kids?!

That’s it. Chat Noir was dead. Marinette Dupain-Cheng had killed him.

“What’s wrong, kitty?” She purred as she looked at him through lidded eyes. “Cat got your tongue?”

A moment of silence passed, and then Marinette burst out laughing.

“You should have seen the look on your face!” She chortled.

Chat Noir stood frozen in his spot, silently looking on as Marinette lay on the floor writhing in a fit of cackles. Slowly, he regained his senses. His brows straightened in a determined line.

“You evil woman!” He hissed but Marinette probably did not hear it, drowning it out in her own laughter.

Which was why she did not anticipate Chat picking her up and slinging her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

“Hey!” She spoke up once she was aware of what was happening. “What do you think you are doing?”

“Kidnapping my wife so that I can put her to sleep.”

“But I'm not sleepy!”

“That's what you get for messing with me!”

“Alright fine! I am sorry!”

Chat Noir stopped. “Do you mean it?”

“Yes!”

“And will you ever do it again?”

“I promise I won't!”

I wouldn’t really mind it that much if you did it again, a voice in Chat's head spoke up, surprising himself.

“Then maybe,” Chat Noir put her down on the ground gently, “we can play a game before bed?”

“Yes!” Marinette grinned, widely. “What about Miraculous cards? I haven't played that one in so long!”

Marinette brought the cards from her desk and sat down on her chaise in front of Chat Noir.

His eyes widened as he saw the pack. “You have the updated edition pack?” He exclaimed with barely concealed glee. “With Ryuko?”

Marinette felt a strange pang in her chest when she heard Ryuko's name on Chat Noir's lips. It brought back memories of the fight against Heart-Hunter, and the subsequent few weeks. The updated edition also had Bunnix, but he didn’t ask about her?

“Favourite hero huh?” She forced herself to ask.

“Oh no.” Chat shook his head. “Remarkable as Ryuko might be, nobody can ever beat the sheer awesomeness of m' lady.”

That brought a smile on her face.

“The highest Ryuko can get,” he went on, “is number 3.”

“And who's number 2?” Marinette asked fully expecting the answer to be Chat Noir.

“Why,” Chat looked at her with an innocent smile, “Multimouse of course!”

Marinette was trying real hard to contain her smile. Chat Noir's top two heroes were both her.

“Aww, thank you kitty!” She ruffled his hair. Chat Noir pushed his head into her hand. He loved head scratches.

“So,” Marinette said, “let's play?”

The game was fun. They were both having fun, chatting animatedly and arguing playfully while playing on.

“And I win!” Chat Noir announced as he straightened up. “Thanks to my boy Carapace here!”

“Not fair.” Marinette spoke in a little voice as she hung her head.

“Well you can't win every ti- hey, what's wrong?”

Because although he could not see her eyes from that position, he could clearly see her lower lip quivering.

Marinette did not reply. Nor did she lift her head.

“Hey.” Chat took her hands in his and tugged gently. “Talk to me, Princess.

"Chat Noir should have a higher value than Carapace in the Defensive Category,” she said without looking up.

Chat knew Marinette well enough by now to know that she wasn’t messing around; she was genuinely upset.

“Princess,” he spoke softly as he pulled her into a hug. “You know Carapace’s power is to protect, right?”

“But if it was not for Chat Noir,” she replied, “Ladybug wouldn't have gotten through all those battles.” She sniffled before going on, “You put yourself in the face of danger out there every single day Chat!”

Chat Noir was out of words. Marinette- she cared about him so much? No one in his life, except Ladybug had ever cared about him that much before.

So he tightened his arms around her, trying to hold back his own tears.

After a few seconds, when he had managed to regain his composure, he tried to talk to her. “Princess,” he spoke kindly. “That's my job. You know I have to do it.”

“But you shouldn't have to!” She said with such a force that it almost knocked the air out of him. He waited till her breathing fell back to a normal. Then he forced a smile onto his lips. Lifting her face towards himself with his hand, he said, “Aww, is my wife worried about me?”

That had the desired effect. Her lips curved upwards into a slight smile. “I am,” she murmured.

“It's okay Marinette.” He brushed his thumb against her cheek. “I’m okay.”

Marinette did not reply. She stayed there, her arms wrapped around Chat.

He realised that this was probably something about her nightmares. So he did not prod further.

But when she asked, “Can we go to bed?”, he did not lose any time. This was not the first time he carried her to bed in his arms, and it was certainly not the last. He did not mind at all. He loved the feeling of her little body pressed against his own, her arms wrapped around his neck.

And when she had drifted off to sleep, he planted a soft kiss on the tip of her head. “Thank you Princess,” he whispered in the darkness of the room.

#miraculous ladybug #marichatmay2020 #day 20: cat got your tongue #marichat #ml fanfic #my fic #collaboration #lalunaoscura #cause i knew i was in love with you (when we sat in silence)

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the-gory-gardner · 3 years

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Nightingale Part Five: Opening Up

(The Meeting Between A Huntsman And A Lonesome Kitten One Year Ago)

Jonathan West x Katrina Evans

Katrina watched as Jonathan gently applied some gel to her wrist before wrapping a new bandage around them. “They should be fine in a couple days”. Jonathan told her as he put everything back into his first aid kit. “Okay thank you”. Katrina replied before setting her hands down on her lap.

She had woken up a little while ago with her head still rested on Jonathan’s thigh. Now that she was more awake she’d gotten flustered and attempted to apologies. Jonathan had of course told her it was fine and that she had been exhausted. After that he had suggested it would probably be a good idea to look over her wrist. They were certainly better than they had been the night before that was for sure. With her wrist redone Jonathan returned the first aid kit to the bathroom.

“I was thinking of starting dinner, anything you have a taste for”. Jonathan asked when he made his way back to the living room. Katrina just shrugged she didn’t want to ask for anything that would take long to make or he might not have ingredients for. She was already intruding in his home she didn’t want to make things any harder for him. “Anything is fine”. She finally said. Jonathan thought for a moment trying to think of something to make. “How does soup sound I have enough to make a few kinds if you want to help me choose which”. He suggested.

Katrina found herself nodding as she trailed behind him to the kitchen. Jonathan looked over what he had while listing which kinds of soup he could whip up. After a few minutes they both agreed on having beef stew. While Jonathan started dinner Katrina returned to the living room and burrowed herself back into the fluffy white blanket she was slowly beginning to call hers. She hesitated for a moment before picking up the remote wondering if Jonathan would be mad at her for changing the channel. He was so nice she didn’t want him to be upset with her.

“J-Jonathan”. She decided to call for him just a little louder than she usually spoke. “Yeah”. He called back barely a second later. “Do you mind if I change the channel”? She asked ready to put the remote down if he said yes. “No you can find something else that movie was boring me anyway”. He replied. Katrina didn’t know why the answer made her lip twitch upward but she started flipping though the channels. She caught glimpses of old sitcoms, action movies, sport games and cartoons. Nothing she had an interest for at the moment.

What she did stop on if only briefly was a channel showing an orchestra production. They had just began focusing on the violinist when she started watching it. She was so caught up in watching and listening to the music she didn’t notice when Jonathan walked back into the music. “Hm Beethoven”? He suddenly asked which startled her slightly. “Mozart”. She shyly answered.

“You like classical music”? Jonathan asked her curiously. “A bit, I play the violin”. She told him. For a moment she wondered where her violin was, was it still in the man’s car. She mentally shook her head from the thought not wanting to think about the man or the dark look on his face. “Do you like it”? Katrina decided to ask to get her mind away from her straying thoughts. Jonathan simply shrugged. “Never really had a favorite kind of music but classical is definitely nice to listen to”. He told her.

“Yeah it is”. Katrina replied with a slight nod. “So have you ever played anywhere”? Jonathan asked. He wasn’t really into music but if it was a topic she liked it might help to get her to open up. “Mostly school recitals no where exciting”. She replied modestly. “But you’ve performed for audiences that has to be nerve wrecking”. He stated. Katrina found herself nodding quickly at that, getting on stage had always been terrifying and she always tried to make herself as small as possible and just focus on the music.

“I think I almost fainted a few times”. She told him causing Jonathan to chuckle. “I bet I don’t think I could perform in front of anyone let alone a whole crowd of strangers, gotta be pretty brave to be scared and still do it”. He told her. Katrina felt a slight flutter in her chest at being told she was being brave for doing something so simple. “Th-Thank you”. She remarked not taking her eyes off her lap. Jonathan just gave her a small smile before going back to the kitchen to check on the soup.

Katrina continued to watch the orchestra performances until it ended ten minutes later. Once it was over she began flipping though channels again until she stopped on a kids movies that she’d always enjoyed. A few minutes later Jonathan came back with two bowls of stew sat one in front of her. “Thank you”. She told him as she picked up the spoon. “Your welcome”. He replied as he sat down next to her. Neither made a comment that he was sitting a tad closer than he had before.

“Oh I remember watching this when I was younger”. Jonathan stated as he recognized the movie on the TV. “Yeah I’ve always liked it”. Katrina said before eating some of her soup. “Me too I use to watch it whenever my da-”. Jonathan cut himself when he realized what he was about to say. It was a movie he’d always watched with his mother when his dad wasn’t home. Katrina looked at him curiously furrowed her brows in what almost looked like concern.

“Ar-Are you okay”. She timidly asked. “Yeah fine just old memories is all”. He replied hoping she wouldn’t pry and much to his relief she didn’t. Katrina didn’t pry knowing whatever he’d stopped himself from saying he didn’t want to say and she understood wanting to keep things to herself. Even if it hurt sometimes to keep everything bottled up. “What’s your favorite part”? She asked referencing the movie in hopes of getting his mind off of any unwanted thoughts.

Jonathan felt himself smile as he told her which part of the movie was his favorite and why which she did in return. By the time the movie had finished Jonathan had eaten two bowls of soup and Katrina had finished one and half of a second. Jonathan found himself pleased that she’d eaten so much since the memory of how light she was never seemed to leave his thoughts.

“How long have you played the violin”? Jonathan asked when he returned from putting the bowls in the sink. “Um since I was about five-six I can’t remember exactly”. Katrina answered thinking back to the first time she’d picked up the instrument. “What about you when did you start doing photography”? She asked in return. “Probably about seventeen”. He said remembering how he’d gotten into the hobby turned career but didn’t feel like going into details.

“Must really enjoy it to decide to make it your whole career I don’t know if I could perform for a living I’d be so afraid of passing out the whole time”. Katrina stated. “I’m sure you’d do wonderfully”. Jonathan replied without much thought making the girl flustered. They spent hours just talking and asking questions about each other never revealing too much about themselves or their pass but enough to feel like they knew each other.

This was more than likely the most the two had talked to anyone combined. Though they still stumbled over their words or cut themselves off when they almost said something they didn’t want to think of. But still they found the time almost enjoyable. They didn’t stop until they both found themselves tired rather late into the night. “I could sleep on the couch I don’t want to keep taking your bed”. Katrina said rubbing her eyes. “No I’m fine you need it more than me while your sick”. Jonathan replied.

“I’m not too sick right now I’ll be fine”. Katrina argued. Jonathan huffed trying to think about how to get the shy but obviously stubborn girl to take his bed. “How about we just share”. He said a little uncertain if she’d agree. “Share”? Katrina asked. “Yeah I mean the beds pretty big and we could put some pillows between us”. He explained not sure she’d go with the idea. Katrina thought about it for a moment biting her lip at the thought of Jonathan sharing a bed with her.

“Well I mean if there’s pillows between as that should be okay and it means neither of us have to sleep on the couch”. Katrina said. “You sure”? Jonathan asked not wanting to make her uncomfortable or like she doesn’t have a choice in the matter. Katrina nodded. “Yeah and I mean it might be good to have you close by if I start feeling sick again”. Or have another nightmare but she didn’t say that. Jonathan nodded before they went back to his room. He took out more pillows and blankets from his closet.

Once they’d set up a little barrier of pillows in the middle Jonathan grabbed some clothes for him to change into before heading to the bathroom. Katrina got into bed a little nervous but certain Jonathan wouldn’t try anything. She was barely holding her eyes open when Jonathan returned and got into bed on the other side of the pillows. “Goodnight Katrina”. He said as he got in. “Night Jonathan”. She replied with a yawn before drifting off into a deep slumber.

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RALLY CO. #4: THE GATE TO WITHIN, PART 2

“It’s not unlike the one we saw the Golden Shadow’s puppet body use some time ago.”

Solomon tapped at the gate with his cane once more, before taking a greater analysis of the stone arch. It had recently been donated to the Century University archaeological department, with special instructions to allow for a space and equipment, only to be utilized by Solomon himself as well as his approved charges. And it helped that Solomon had collected the spare stone arch pieces from Morocco that were intact, adding them to this gate.

“But of course, old friend.”

There stood a construct of rounded form and malleable clay. Humblest among ancients was the kindly Blockhouse, as children came to call him. Born from the dawn time magicks that filled the volatile, young Earth. Though by no means a magician, Blockhouse saw fit to aid his longtime friend in understanding this occult mechanism.

“Yes… it could still work. Lead us to where that cad departed in Morocco, Solomon. I can feel it still working, if a bit muddled by the action…”

Solomon snapped his fingers.

“Splendid! Help me to organize it proper, chum. I’ve a feeling it’ll be needed soon enough. Have you a guess as to the realm it might take us to?”

The clay construct shrugged.

“There is more than one realm to be had. Modern science has not explored this frontier. It may be too perilous to properly chart.”

“For now, Blockhouse. For now. Until then, let us make the most of what the university has been gracious enough to loan us, eh?”

“Aye. And any thoughts as to our anonymous benefactor?”

Solomon took a moment to turn away and wipe the smudges from his glasses lenses with a cloth.

“None welcomed. Not right now at least.”

And as the two set to work, the rest of Rally Co. set about town in the meantime, leaving behind the campus, and the roadster parked by the science building. No shortage of familiar art deco architecture in this city: More than anywhere else Arcadia, Maryland had boasted more than just a trend. The whole city was stylized carefully as per the wish of some dreamy-minded visionary.

Katrina had insisted on picking up fresh groceries: They hadn’t been to Morocco for too long, but the psychic girl was wary of the produce back at Solomon’s place. A fine excuse for Solomon to grant them some pocket change to stop by a new pharmacy: Mostly since it boasted a soda shoppe.

“Oi, jerk.” said Tycho. “Gimme a tall glass with a few scoops!”

“Tycho! That is most rude.” gasped Katrina.

“Eh?! They’re all called soda jerks.”

“Still. Perhaps say the ‘soda’ part so as to… to differentiate? Yes?”

“I gotcher, dear! Now c’mon and try one o’ these. Nectar, it is, I tells ya!”

Ez picked up a few things from the actual pharmacy, that she would need later for her lab work, before joining Felix outside.

“Any errands you’ve got there, private eye?”

“Mmm?”

Felix turned to face the other woman.

“Ah, none come to mind. I should really make a list… Katrina tells me all the time that it would help me remember things.”

Ez however, rolled her eyes.

“Confound the lists, I’ve no need for such things.”

“Really? Then what’s that sticking out of your side pocket?”

“Oh! An arrangement of the names of items on paper.”

“So a list? To remind you of the important things?”

“Getting smart, are we?! And what science are you going into, hm? How’s about I introduce you to the sweet science?”

Ez playfully punched Felix in the arm before the two laughed it off. That is, until a man in a long coat and hat, with a greying handlebar mustache bumped into Esmerelda.

“Ach! Verzeihung!” apologized the fellow. “Esmerelda darling, I’ve not seen you on campus in some time. We are missing our favorite bio-chemist extraordinaire.”

“Mueller, wasn’t it?” said Ez. “Felix, this is Mr. Mueller. Ruprecht Mueller. He’s volunteered to accompany some of our foreign exchange students around town. I’ve been reporting to him as a promise the science majors from his university in Sweden are all in good health.”

“Charmed.” said Felix. But when she offered a hand to shake, she noticed something, and instead fixed her ponytail.

“Apologies! I am buying some night medicines to help sleep properly. I tell you both, the shifting seasons… they are a nightmare upon allergies! Haw haw!!”

With that, Mueller bid his farewell and Ez turned to glance at Felix.

“What’s wrong? Scrunching your nose at his cologne?”

“No, strong as it was—along with that loud laugh of his, I noticed one of his purchases went beyond personal medicines and included chloroform. For those students you mentioned both looking out for? Some experiment of theirs?”

“Ruprecht isn’t on the approved faculty to handle restocking.” said Ez, starting to get suspicious as well.

“What’s say you and I take guard duty at the university tonight?”

“I don’t imagine the security guards will object to having Rally Co. take over some of their duties.”

Later that night, the whole group was on the university campus. Tycho and Blockhouse were in the roadster with the hood up, playing some card games to pass the time. It had been a dull stakeout thus far, but the two were determined to see it through.

“Got any kings?” said Blockhouse. Tycho might have said ‘go fish,’ but found himself startled when there was a sound from the car’s portable radio set.

“Felix here. Tycho? Blockhouse?”

Blockhouse took up the radio microphone and offered it over, giggling as Tycho snatched it from the construct’s hand and spoke.

“Ye ye, we’re ‘ere.” grumbled Tycho, fishing for a pair of binoculars. “Gimme a sec here, the last few sweeps haven’t turned much up—eh?!”

“What is it, Tycho?”

“I see yer lad now. Not on the sidewalk, but the light’s gone on in the gate room! He’s damn near evaded us I’ll bet he has.”

“Alright, we’re going in. See you there.”

Tycho shut off the radio for the time being, scrambling out of the roadster. Blockhouse shifted his shape slightly on the way out, as the two entered the building.

“When will Solomon take my advice about a new car?” said Blockhouse.

“We’d have to total his current ride, and for that we’d get some new wheels—and surer deaths.”

“Oh bother.”

They reunited with Felix, Ez, and Katrina, the three of whom had reached the room and found no trace of anyone. The gate had not been tampered with either.

“Still begs the question of who turned on the lights.” said Felix. Just then, as she was about to search more of the room, she had moved out of the way of a stray stapler: On the ground, scurrying away on all fours was none other than that boastful mercenary, Duke Luke!

“Lemme at that blight!” exclaimed Tycho. “We can figure how he got back here afterwards.”

“Wait hold on—” said Ez. “This fink’s real shaken. Blockhouse, grab him!”

“I should be so delighted, to make him ready for questioning.” responded Blockhouse, taking up Duke Luke by the back of his jacket like a kitten by the scruff after the mercenary started swinging a yardstick at him. But before any questioning could occur, the door into the room opened and a piece of metal gleamed under the light.

“Ruprecht Mueller!” gasped Ez.

“Midnight tidings.” Said Ruprecht, leveling his pistol. “I don’t know about your clay guardian, but if the rest of this motley bunch are meant to survive, you’ll not make a move against me until I’ve given you each a ‘bedtime wishing’ with my handkerchief. Ah, and thank you for bringing Mr. Luke ahead of schedule: he’ll be joining me through the gate momentarily as my guide.”

“You’re aware he’s gone through?” asked Felix. She noticed Duke Luke starting to get antsy in Blockhouse’s grasp.

“Our agents are always watching, miss. Keeping tabs on the most particular of interests.”

With his other hand, Ruprecht moved to a table to soak a rag with the chloroform he’d bought earlier. Felix nodded to Katrina, who nodded back in response and began to focus her telekinesis so that the bottle would slip from Ruprecht’s grasp. Just in that moment, Duke Luke slipped out of his jacket, and ran for the door.

“You can’t make me go back!” cried Duke Luke. “I won’t! Not to that hell!”

Ruprecht fired his pistol off. Duke Luke had stumbled, the bullet shooting a gas valve at one of the tables. In a mad bid to escape before any of Rally Co. could catch him, Ruprecht produced an amulet from his coat pocket, quickly activating the stone gate. Once he felt he was in a safe enough distance, he tore off part of his handkerchief and stuck it into a bottle—not the chloroform, but rather something more flammable.

“He’s gonna toss towards the broken valve!” screamed Duke Luke. “We’ll be blown to smithereens!”

As the bottle flew through the air, Ez grabbed Katrina and dived for the gate. Felix and Tycho were not far off. Blockhouse took special care to toss Duke Luke in with them, before shielding the open gate with his own enchanted form.

“BLOCKHOUSE!!—”

But before Blockhouse could speak, the explosion went off. It tore into his back, causing him to cry out in pain. And then the gate ceased its portal, separating them at last.

“Blockhouse!”

The clay construct was in a daze. The room around himself was charred and blasted. Solomon had made it into the room alongside a handful of firefighters. The two made it back to the roadster where Solomon kept some extra enchanted clay in the trunk. Just enough for the construct to absorb if he had taken sufficient damage.

“Are you well, old friend?”

“Yes… of course Solomon. I have weathered worse.” sobbed Blockhouse.

“What is it? The others—they went through the gate didn’t they? Safe from the explosion?”

“Aye… But I fear we have lost them a great and terrible distance Solomon. If only I’d stopped those mad fools Luke and Mueller. We’d all be safe here, and the university science building intact.”

Solomon looked to the window of the room his charges had just been in not so long ago. He trusted them to fend for themselves if need be, but he hated to leave them without guidance.

“I’ll keep trying to reach Katrina with my telepathy if I can. Let’s see if we can salvage the gate and go after them.”

“Stow it, old man. You’re not the only one on this trail.”

Solomon and Blockhouse were astonished by who they saw before them now: Descending from a perch atop some street lamp came The Junker!

“I believe I’ve found… just the thing. But listen well or I’ll set about this alone.”

Solomon wanted to say a million things. Pertaining to other things, to the matter at hand. To argue that Junker wouldn’t have come here if he could handle this by himself, to apologize for some secret dealings in their shared past.

But for the sake of the others, that had to wait.

“… Hello again, Blockhouse.” said Junker. Somewhat more warmly, fonder than he was used to.

“I am glad you are well, my friend.” said Blockhouse, as he stood up once more, hoping to mediate for the two before him. “Lead on once again.”

Tycho had never quite seen anything like this. After some trudging around through various tight tunnels, Rally Co. had happened upon more of a valley area with some sections of lush greenery that felt not unlike a tropical locale. And right now he was behind cover with his friends, as Mueller—an agent to some unknown party, be it an organization or an agency of some nation, was shooting at them, and dragging the panicking Duke Luke away. He loaded up his impellet gun, and rose from his cover with a battle cry, offering returning fire. Once Felix and Ez had drawn theirs they could outgun the older man, not just skirmish with him.

But then came a responding roar. An ear-splitting bellow that announced the arrival of the terrible lizard: Like the tyrannosaurus rex, but unlike it. Perhaps a little larger, some features different. Rather, this was the T-Rex’s mutated descendant. An inhabitant of the subterranean world. And it was currently barreling right for the group!

“Cheese it, gang!” exclaimed Ez. She pushed Katrina and Tycho forward first. She and Felix pelted the beast with a barrage of impellets. The force of the rounds was a nuisance to it. And while the tranquilizer chemical was taking effect, it was occurring too slowly for an adventurer’s taste. At least, an adventurer that had some greater value for their own continued existence.

A mortifying sort of miracle occurred at least then: As a giant centipede emerged from above, scaling a side of the stony Earth before extending outwards to begin using its dreaded crushing parts of the mouth: The mandibles!

“Ply my trade, I says.” huffed Tycho. “Follow in dear old dad’s footsteps me says. I don’t think anybody outta the cryptozoology department anywhere’s got any entries on those horrors!”

Felix was out of her league, to say the least. Even in their first adventures thus far Rally Co. had the advantage of operating within Arcadia or Morocco, Paris once (to help pick up some things and sell off Katrina’s old apartment). This was more the explorer’s game, less the investigator. But Duke Luke was out there with knowledge on the Golden Shadow’s business. And she was still designated leader without Solomon’s expertise to defer to. Everyone was counting on her—and she’d start slowly by giving Katrina a pat on the back. Ez and Tycho still kept their cool for the most part…

Dieter Leistung had been running for as long as he could remember. He could have sworn he’d ran into a mirage some time ago. After all: What kind of name was Duke Luke? It was almost enough to distract him from this subterranean world that might just have been hell itself, the likes of which no mortal could thrive.

“Halt, damn you!”

Dieter heard that before the click of the pistol’s firing hammer. He turned to look at Ruprecht, who had Duke Luke standing just a step in front of him. And the strangest thing happened.

“… Ha! Hahaha, ha!” cackled Ruprecht. “Of course you found another gate and used it! I’d expect nothing less from one of Arkavalia’s sharpest minds.”

But where Ruprecht knew him, Dieter did not. In fact, he was afraid of this fanatical appreciation. This recognition of service.

“I do not believe we’ve met, Herr?...”

“I’m Agent Mueller, brother Leistung. We will have need of your mind… to make sense of this place. Its secrets, and to form the network that will give our country the world!”

#Rally Co. 4 #Web Fiction

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