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ladyelissarose · 2 years

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Warnings: mentions torture and beatings, it doesn’t happen in this chapter, but it talks about such.

“The Secrets of Gotham-Unmasked”

Chp. 12

Batman’s POV

Batman drove hastily towards the Manor and parked in the Batcave, before he did anything he got undressed and only wore his jumpers and wiped off the smudge from his eyes. In that moment Alfred came running down the steps,

“Bruce he’s not here yet, send him up before he arrives.”

“Yup, is everything set?”

“Yes, w-where is Y/n??”

Bruce’s expression dropped and he just stood by the Batmobile like a scolded child, but Alfred already knew the answer,

“Bruce Thomas Wayne when you get this man upstairs you will go back and get her!! How could you leave her handling-“

“She wanted to Alfred!-“

“It doesn’t matter Bruce, it doesn’t matter, you never ever leave a partner behind, and you just did. Now get moving, let’s go.”

Bruce opened his mouth to continue arguing but he knew Alfred was right, even though he had never worked along side someone else. So he didn’t really comprehend the partnership yet. But he’ll have to learn that, now he has someone to help and have help him, they’ll be a team. Bruce grunted in pain as he threw a still unconscious Saunders over his shoulders and almost sprinted up the stairs, Alfred had every door open for Bruce already so he wouldn’t have to stop and do it himself. Once inside the Manor Bruce laid Saunders down on the cot and told Alfred,

“Someone took the files Saunders had in the house-“

“Did you see who?”

“No but Y/n did.”

“And she’s went after him?”

“Yes.”

Alfred shook his head in disbelief, he knew that once this night was gone and over he’ll have to talk with Bruce and Y/n seriously about teamwork. But for now, he had to let Bruce go and bring back Y/n. He waved him off as he said in a demanding tone,

“You go bring her back Bruce, and she better be in one piece or else... I don’t care what file or evidence you’ll lose, your lives should matter more. Now go.”

In a long time Bruce hadn’t heard Alfred speak in such an upset or even angry tone, so Bruce was taken aback a little, but he took his reprimanding accordingly,

“ok.. I’m sorry.. I’ll be back, and don’t let him leave.”

“be safe son... and you both come home immediately.”

“yes Alfred.”

Bruce turned on his heel and ran down the stairs into the elevator and into the Batcave, he hastily got dressed into his ‘drifter’ clothes and raced off on his Batcycle, believing that it’s be easier and faster to approach Y/n.

Y/n’s POV

Y/n could see her offender standing very still on the seawall and not move a muscle, she looked up and down at his suit and soon concluded that it was RedHood, he had a black and grey suit, a bright red Batsymbol on his chest, and wore a brown jacket over, and lastly the bright red mask that covered everything of his face.

‘Why does he want the files for? Just making us waste time? Loser.’

“Hey Sir Cherry! I need my files back you douche bag!”

RedHood’s POV

‘Why does her voice seem familiar too.. I hear her every night in my sleep, but can never conclude what she says...’

RedHood looked down at the files he had taken, he didn’t even know what they were for. RedHood only got them because he knew either of them would chase after him. He parked his bike at the seawall and walked towards where he had tracked down Batman’s Batmobile and followed him to the abandoned house, and even witnessed everything that had gone down. But he didn’t make a move until he saw his opportunity. He wanted to believe Batman was at his tail, but he was wrong when he stood in front of a ghost memory. He opened the file and saw the bloodied photo and a few sheets of paper, he didn’t see anything too important to him, so he tossed it down and it landed at her feet.

Y/n’s POV

Y/n picked it up and asked,

“Why did you take them? What did you want to see?”

She saw his shoulders rise as he took a deep breath,

“Nothing.. wrong choice-“

“of what? You’re RedHood right?”

He shook his head and returned a question,

“How about you? Batman’s Bride? Why didn’t you pick up your mask? You left yourself exposed to me.”

Y/n shrugged her shoulders and walked towards it and picking it up to put it on. She really didn’t know why she had forgotten to put it on, but she warned him,

“Don’t get any stupid ideas in your head kid, believe me I’ll find you before you get to say anything. Batman said you beat up bad guys? Or more accurately almost kill them-“

“They deserve death, pain, suffering... what they do to others should be done to them. Maybe I don’t go by Bats rule, but that’s why we don’t work together Miss Grey.”

Y/n huffed a dry laugh as she corrected,

“It’s Shadow, RedHood. Now go home.”

“I want to see the Batman.”

“For what, you just said he’s not your type to work with.”

RedHoods POV

Just as he was about to answer he heard the voice come through his comms,

“Get her too. She probably works with the batguy. And don’t screw up this time!”

RedHood pressed the comm and replied,

“Who is she?”

“We wouldn’t know. Just.Get.Her.”

RedHood looked eyes with Y/n then looked down, he knew that if he caught her he’d have to turn her in to his evil bosses and they would hurt, torture, or even kill her. And even though he had grown cold for a lot of things, he knew this would be the worse one yet, making him second guess his next moves.

Y/n’s POV

Y/n heard the RedHood have an interaction through what she believed were comms in his ear, but that gave her the perfect que to leave. She saw how he was out of it or just plainly distracted. Without another word she turned around and saw an abandoned bike resting on the side, she immediately ran for it, clipped the wire and connected it to turn it on, making his bike her getaway transportation. RedHood was brought back to reality when he heard the motor turn on, and saw Y/n now leaving on it.

“SHIT! God damnit I had her!!”

He jumped off the seawall and landed on his feet, and began to run towards her but couldn’t catch up. She knew how to use the bike to get it at a high speed quickly.

He yelled in frustration when he knew what would happen tonight when he returned back at base with no prize. They would strap him up and torture him, then leave him in the darkest closet, until they needed him again. And he knew he wouldn’t be able to catch Batman either, he was faster and better than his new partner, RedHood knew he didn’t have a chance. On others nights usually he’d drag out the time he was out, beating up guys or exploring the city that seemed all familiar to him, but ever sense they injected a chip into his thigh he couldn’t anymore. Making him now walk back on foot to his place, regretting every second of his life as he walked closer and closer.

‘Why did they wake me up.. where did they get me from.. why am I alive and named Jason Todd? Couldn’t they just leave me where I was.. who is that lady?’

Bruce’s POV

Bruce drove through the city and tracked down Y/n’s tracker as he searched for her. At first he saw the tracker move everywhere, but soon he finally saw her tracker show she had stopped at the signal, so he made his way over there.

Y/n’s POV

Y/n had gotten off the bike and put it behind an abandoned dumpster around the area, and made her way up the stairs. She needed peace and quiet, some time to think, she felt like this person seemed familiar, but couldn’t pin point it.

‘I feel like I’ve heard his voice before.. and his attitude, characteristics, someone did something to him making him who he is today.. someone is controlling him, but he’s goes against it every night. Who is he? And why does he want the Batman?’

Y/n sat at the edge of the building that was open to the city, giving her the perfect view. The cold, freezing air blew against her face as she took off her mask, Y/n then grabbed the files RedHood had given back to her and took out the photo.

It was worn out but she could still make up that it was a picture taken while her dad was in the academy with Saunders, her father looked so young and happy, and so did Saunders. Y/n then looked at the files and it held the name of the lawyer that supposedly signed the case off as an accidental fire and proclaimed that her father left no will or testament, and the names of the agents that held the case of her father.

‘Jesus this is perfect! Look at all these names and information, that could get us closer, starting with that blood sucking lawyer-‘

The elevator opened and Y/n jumped in surprise as she got in position with her stun gun out, but, that’s when she saw an upset Batman walking towards her, which made her put the stun gun down. He quickly went on to apologize,

“I’m sorry for letting you go, I should have left you on your own, Alfred was right-“

“Woah woah woah.. hold it there, why are you blaming yourself for my choice-“

“Because you could’ve gotten hurt Y/n! And I let you go without knowing the dangers of who it was or what they had planned, it could’ve been another set up and I just let you go.”

Bruce took off his hoodie and pulled down the mask that covered his lower face, he let his hair fall into his face, he couldn’t even look at her as he added,

“Let’s go home, Alfred wants us there now.”

Y/n handed Bruce the files as she asked,

“Are we in trouble?”

He shook his head slowly,

“Hm hmm. I see you got the files, how? And who was it?”

Y/n and Bruce began to walk down the stairs as she explained,

“It was RedHood, and he was looking for you. For what? I wouldn’t know, but I think he has someone to work for that wants you, he had comms and was speaking through them to somebody else. Making me make my getaway on his bike, and he only took the files because he was hoping you were the one to chase him, but much to his dismay it was me, so he handed them back.”

Bruce stopped for a second as his face twisted in confusion,

“Why was he so easy with you? Have you seen that guy with anyone else? He’ll literally beat them brutally to get his way, and he just let you go?”

Y/n just shrugged her shoulders, she didn’t want to tell Bruce that she had felt some familiarity with RedHood, first because she wasn’t sure if it was her still sensitive emotions getting the best of her, or second because what if there was something actually there. Bruce saw how Y/n didn’t respond so he just laid his hand on her lower back and led her to his bike, but Y/n suggested,

“Let me ride on Reds bike, I want to check it out at the Batcave, I’ll be in the front where you can see me as we drive home.”

He stared into her eyes for a few seconds before asking,

“ok.. Where’s the bike?”

She pointed toward a dark corner where there was a dumpster,

“It’s over there-“

“Ok come on.”

Y/n walked next to Bruce as he walked toward the bike and pulled it out of its hiding spot, he then signaled her to get on. Once she was seated she turned it on, she barely heard Bruce mumble,

“See you at the Manor,”

when he started to walk away with his shoulders hunched and a frown. Y/n refused to let him go like that, it wasn’t his fault that he had agreed to her suggestion, she hopped off her bike and ran up to him, wrapping her arms around her waist as she pressed herself against his broad back, she felt him tense up at first, but soon relaxed into her touch. He was the first to speak,

“I’m sorry baby, I shouldn’t of let you go on your own.”

Y/n let him go, turned him around, and reached up to cup his cold cheeks, as she reassured him,

“There’s nothing to be sorry about Bruce, it was an honest mistake, we just have to get better at the partner situation. You and I both know we were just trying to fix everything at once, which could’ve ended badly. But it didn’t. So now, we’ll just have to prepare for an hour lecture with Alfred, then once that is over, I’ll run you a warm bath and I’ll make you some cookies to munch on while we go through the files. Hmm? Or maybe a cuddle for you?”

He broke a small smile at her suggestions, she was everything he needed, someone who understood and was willing to work through the mistakes to make better choices next time. He felt like he didn’t deserve her, she was always filled with vigor to stop the bad guys and in harms way to help others, but she was soft and helpful too. Bruce nodded his head and said,

“I just don’t want this to happen again, and.. I’ll take whatever you want to give me. I just want to be home already,”

Y/n gave a warm kiss to his chapped lips and brushed his hair out of his face so she could press a kiss to his forehead,

“Ok, let’s go home.”

“ok.”

Bruce ran to his bike and got on, he the waited for Y/n to take off first then followed suit. Snow began to fall heavier this time, but they soon were in the comfort of the Manor, with a very upset Alfred waiting at the steps. He shook his head but sighed in relief when he saw Y/n in tact and in sight.

‘This young lady is going to be the death of me.. no, these two will be the death of me... but I can’t be angry.. they didn’t know how to work as a team, Bruce has never worked with someone. But I’ll teach them, I have too.. because every night, when they go out, they have to come home. They’re all I have left, they’re my family... and Y/b/n would want that best.. that we all stick together, for the better or worse.’

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eyeliner-and-c1garettes · 1 year

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Everyone…. There’s a little secret I’ve been keeping that’s been on my mind. And I’ve been wanting to come out about it online to free myself of it.

I…. Am a Disney adult.

Yes, you heard that correctly. I’m twenty four years old and I’m still enamored with the fairytales and whimsy of Disney. Do I despise the company and what they’ve pulled? Yes. Am I embarrassed by the amount of crybaby racists about the new ariel movie? Most definitely. But oh, I am human! I too dream of fantasy. When I was a child, my first career choice wasn’t to be an author like I lied…. Deep down… I wanted to be a princess. Just like all the ones I decorated my childhood bedroom with. I too wanted to go on adventures and sing to animals, fall in love and write my own story. I guess that’s the beauty of fashion and writing, you can be whoever you want to be. And in reality, I would rather sit on a hot grill than be around anyone at Disneyland with the flu season and virus raging on. But how beautiful would it be if I wore this set?

Okay. First things first. You’re probably wondering, “Doll, what’s with the two pairs of shoes?” Darling, have you ever spent an entire day park hopping between California adventure and Disneyland? Because I have. And my feet were angry! So yes, red shoes for photos, and tennis shoes for walking. I’m that kind of girly. For this dress, I’d wear a crinoline underneath for some fluff. Not *too* much. But, enough to have the vintage silhouette my girl Minnie has. And the cardigan…. It ties into the vintage feel, and conviniently for chilly evenings at the mouse’s house.

I’m a vintage fashion lover at heart so you best bet the hair will be pin curled, red lipstick will be on, the red heart shaped sunglasses are popping…. And in case I mess up on my vintage hair? Boom! Minnie ears save the day. And so does a cute little book purse…. Because they’re fucking precious. I digress.

And lastly….. yes, you bet your ass I’d be wearing a mask. Everywhere. I’ve heard nightmare tales about the virus, kids, and grown ass adults making this beautiful wonderland a germ cocktail buffet. The hand sanitizer wasn’t on purpose. If I could have found a pack of Clorox wipes to bring with me, I would. Because I heard someone’s child was LICKING HAND RAILS. LICKING. Fevers, coughing, germs???? Not in this house. These little items and my snacks are my mouskatools, bitch.

#shoplook #fashion #ootdinspiration #disneybound #minnie mouse #vintageinspired

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queen0fm0nsterz · 3 years

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I wonder if Scarecrow girl regret pushing away someone that she initially disliked? Given one of the meanings for scarecrow in dreams is wanting to correct negative decisions and realizing the good qualities in a person you dislike?

(give this post a read for context!)

MASTERPOST

Ok, I'm going to use this question to answer a few of the Ladies related questions I got. Thanks to all of you for the positive feedback on that theory, I really appreciated it!

Starting with you, anon.

1) About Scarecrow

You know, after making a full analysis on the Ladies and getting a good look at each one of their rooms, both in the Residence and in the Nest, I think I agree.

The question now would be, who was she pushing away?

An obvious answer would be (her) Mono. As I previously established: a Lady of the Maw cannot exist unless a Thin Man creates her and a Thin Man cannot exist unless he's betrayed by said Lady. Maybe she regrets leaving him to his fate? The Eye paintings are quite prominent in her section.

Or, this could be referring to the other girl.

I theorized that Scarecrow may have had a sister who ruled the Maw alongside her. Not only that, it might have been one of the others as well.

The candidates to fit this role would be Tengu and Teapot. I lean more on the latter.

Tengu is tecnically the second in line, following the order we previously reconstructed, yet I also mentioned that she and Scarecrow may have been interchangable because you can choose to retrieve them in either order. They're the only ones to which this rule applies; Fox will always be first and Teapot will always be last. Plus, Scarecrow's pedestal is taller than Tengu's, effectively making her the second.

Another thing I think is worth mentioning is that, in the way to reach Teapot, we have to pass over the two armchairs. Reminiscent of when Teapot had to sneak past the sisters, perhaps?

Then, when we do get Teapot, to leave the room we have to once again sneak past Tengu (albeit it's her false persona).

Lastly, I wanted to mention that Red and Blue have always been opposites. It would make sense for Scarecrow to dislike Tengu, especially considering how drastically different they behave. For example, while Scarecrow prefers to hide away from the monsters and ignore them, Tengu actively engages with them and pretends to be a monster herself. I could easily see the Lady in Blue be either disgusted or irritated by this way of handling things.

On the other hand, we have our other candidate, Teapot. I do believe it's less likely, but pictures of one of the girls in the paintings (the one with long braided hair) are seen in her area.

Of course, it's also possible that Scarecrow's possible sister is not one of the other Ladies and was someone else entirely.

This lowkey got me thinking though.

If the "Lady & Thin Man coexistence theory" (yes we're naming it lads), is true, then this means that, if there were two Ladies governing the Maw at the same time, then the number of Thin Men wouldn't line up... because one Mono accompanied two Ladies. Consequentially, our Mono would be the fifth Thin Man and not the sixth, and the number 6 on the Thin Man's door was indeed referring to the number of Ladies.

Now I can't help but wonder how such an event would go down. My guess would be that the Thin Man of the time only took one of the girls (maybe only one of them was wearing the yellow raincoat?), awakening her Hunger which would then lead her to become the Lady while her sister helplessly watches and follows.

Mh. I have to think this one through. The concept is really interesting though.

2) About Fox (and Six)

" I wonder if Fox Mask Girl met a gruesome end for being too kind? Given that kindness will guarantee suffering with certain death in the little nightmares world so it won't be too farfetched that she got killed by someone that she offered kindness to. " - anon

" You know given how Fox mask Lady was able to have children be comfortable in her presence and how she likely died a gruesome death, maybe she was the type to continue on being kind and caring despite what she experienced as a kid and becoming the Lady of Maw? Her horrible death is definitely her being punished for still being kind since the world of little nightmares is where kindness will make you suffer and guarantee certain death. " - anon

I do think she met her demise as a consequence of her gentle nature. But in her defense; if the order is correct, then she was the first Lady ever. Maybe she wasn't aware of the cycle/loop. I'm pretty sure she died at the hands of her successor after trying to offer her kindness and shelter.

(Another thing to think about: the rip on her statue kind of looks like a bite.)

People who try to be kind always get the worst possible outcomes in the Little Nightmares universe. Once again, that famous achievement expresses the core belief behind this world: "Kindness will be your undoing!"

And talking about achievements... the other day I was on the wiki reading the achievement list - as one does - and something caught my eye.

Little fox.

In the achievements, Six is referred as a couple of small animals that relate to her in some way. For example, she's called a "little canary" or a "sneaky rat". Both connections are obvious: the canary is a bird with bright yellow feathers and rats are considered vermins - which is how Six is seen by the monsters.

This only draws more paralleles between Six and Fox, who have been stated to be quite similar in many ways.

3) Additional Color White Meaning - Teapot

@pidgeapodge

That is absolutely correct! Then again, this begs the question: who or what could the Lady in White be mourning?

Again, maybe (her) Mono? Or perhaps she's mourning her own lost freedom?

Out of all the Ladies, current one included, Teapot really seems to be the most depressed about the whole situation. It's really heartbreaking considering how her coding made her out to be an innocent, pure hearted, happy go lucky soul.

4) About Scarecrow's and Teapot's masks.

@doragonlw

Thank you so much for the kind words!

So, personally I do think they kept wearing their masks, even if they're a little peculiar.

You have to keep in mind that people wearing masks is kind of the whole "brand" of the Maw.

When Six gets there every single employee and even some of the guests are wearing masks, with the only exception being the Granny. Then again, the Granny is a contractor, not an employee. She kinda does what she wants and no one can really stop her, which is really funny in my eyes.

Plus, Scarecrow is not the only one we see wearing a sack on her head. We have the Hunter as well! So I wouldn't say it's that uncommon.

Teapot's choice of mask is way more goofy, bc let's be honest. An extremely powerful force of darkness going around with a teapot on her head? But then again, it lines up with her innocent nature.

It's a stark contrast with the current Lady, who is so refined and came right after Teapot.

5) Lady Six design? An headcanon, I guess!

@agandcw20

I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE!

I actually may have to correct you on one thing before we go though: if the girl in this portrait in the Lady's quarters is infact a younger Lady, then it's safe to assume all Ladies before her wore a yellow raincoat as well.

Perhaps that's their signature clothing, like Mono's paper bag. Paperbag and yellow raincoat, always together.

Moving on!

Yes, I do agree on Six's kimono being yellow. A darker shade of the Lemon color - like how the Lady's kimono was a darker shade of Tangerine - would be PERFECT. Lemon is usually associated with Awareness, Enlightenment and Alertness, which I think would fit Lady Six. She finally realizes how things work in this world and how she was just a pawn into the Eye's plan all along.

As for the mask, I actually thought about it for a while. I don't think it would be the same as the Lady's, because they're really different from each other, but I still think it would have something to do with Noh masks.

Personally, I settled on the Ja mask. It's badass and scary, something I think Six would definetely wear.

(Btw, I tried searching for what Noh mask could be associated with the Lady's. I found several, but the Fushikizō may be the best candidate.)

6) Same person from different dimentions?

" Random thought but what if the ladies and Six actually exist similar to the movie "Spiderman: Into The Spiderverse", where they are actually a different version of The Lady brought into Mono's dimension to continue the cycle? Some of the masks seem to hint the presence of other worlds, AND Six's connections to previous mask owners. Six herself is also hinted to be from a different world as well, as she is labelled to be "awaking in a world she cannot recognize" " - massive brain anon

OK BUT THIS ACTUALLY MAKES A LOT OF SENSE???

And this actually explains why Mono and the Thin Man would be drawn to her! It's still his friend, but a different version of her! Especially after we've established how the human children are all lured from other dimensions in the LN universe... Wow. Good thinking, anon. This way, the selection of the next Lady is not casual and actually makes sense all things considered.

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jenomark · 4 years

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➔Pairing: Camboy!Haechan x Reader (Female) ➔Other Members/ Characters: Renjun + Jeno + Jaemin ➔Genre: Smut ➔Warnings: Penetration (F) | Masturbation (M) | Oral (F+M) | Voyeurism | Sex with animal masquerade-like masks (foxes) ➔Word count: 4,069

➔Summary: You’re going to fuck popular CamBoy! Haechan for the very first time. Will your nerves get the best of you?

The mask he wore protecting his identity looked like a fox face. White and glittery, with ears and a small nose, it hid half of his handsome face. It sat flush against his cheek, not even sweat daring to move it. He had worn it many times, and each time, you would count the crystals adorning the mask.

You observed his shirtless body from across the room with interest. His body was lightly toned, the little moles on his stomach making you want to connect the dots with your tongue. He wore belted suit paints and nothing else. Even half-dressed, he looked more put together than you ever would.

“Can I get you anything else?” he asked.

You had never worked with him before. As far as you could tell, he was a true professional. When you arrived, he asked if you had eaten. He gave you a drink before you could decline, and when you asked him where the bathroom was, he guided you with his hand hovering over your back. Easy on the eyes and a voice so silky soft, it was hard not to fall for his charm.

“I don’t think so,” you said. “I’m pretty satisfied.”

You looked down at your white silk lingerie. Having watched his work before, you purposely purchased it to match his mask. You looked innocent, maybe a little naive while wearing it. It was the opposite of how you were feeling, as you devoured him with your eyes. You had been in the sex industry for awhile, so you were well aware of the rules, and how not to break them. You were polite and engaging, respectful and eager to learn, but you really wanted to have him.

“We can start in a few minutes, if you like?” he asked.

You nodded. “Sounds good.”

Around the room were cameras facing a lone bed that sat in the middle of the floor. Studio lights lit up the space, with fairy lights hanging from the ceiling to soften the mood when the need called for it. Various chains hung from the headboard. There was a chest of toys by the side of the bed. He worked frequently in that very room. You knew because you had watched his cam to learn what he liked. You would log on anonymously, at first. Once a healthy repertoire was built between you, you came out of your shell. He asked if you would like to work with him, and you jumped at the chance. You enjoyed sex work, but you only agreed because you had a small crush on him.

“Haechan?” you asked, jumping up from your seat. “I forgot. Are we having sex with the condom, or without? I’m okay with either. I’ve been tested, and I’m on contraceptives.”

Haechan was buttoning up his suit shirt, the small white buttons slipping from his fingertips. He licked the corner of his mouth, as he was thinking. You knew he was also regularly tested. He had to in order to continue fucking all of his girls. Suddenly, and you didn’t know why, you began to feel nervous. You pulled down the lingerie so it covered your thong. Your cleavage was made obvious, but the gentleman in Haechan did not look. You were afraid he wouldn’t like you as well as he liked the others, afraid that you didn’t check all of the boxes.

“We can see where the mood takes us?” he suggested.

“Alright,” you said. “I’m okay with that.”

You sat back down and watched him finish getting ready. You began to feel a little like an amateur, and cursed yourself that it was so easy to feel anxious around him. He really was so handsome. The suit he wore was tailored to his body perfectly, and the way the pants hugged his ass made you crane your neck to get a better look.

“You’re tense.” he said.

“What? I am?”

He crossed the room and took a seat next to you, his thigh touching yours. When you worked with other men, they didn’t bother talking to you until the cameras were rolling. With Haechan, since you had walked through his door, he had done nothing but make you feel comfortable.

“Are you okay with shooting today?” he asked.

“I am,” you said. “Do I not look okay?”

He smiled, bringing out the boyish appeal that raked him in lots of money. For a brief second, he removed the mask so you could see his face. His eyes were soft and kind, his cheeks full and fed. He tried joking with you to loosen you up, but every time he nudged you, you could feel your timidness returning. Haechan took your hand and held it, rubbing his thumb over the back of it to soothe you.

“Is it me? Are you nervous because of me?” he asked. He gestured to everything in the room with a wave of his hand. “Does all of this scare you?”

You were going to lie through your teeth, but you didn’t want to do that to him. Instead, you nodded and told him it was because you found him so irresistible. You didn’t know if you could compare to the women he’d been with previously. You riddled him with compliments about how sexy he was, and how each woman he was with left the room feeling changed.

“You give me too much credit,” he said. “They leave me just as breathless. I’ve seen your work and-”

“-you have?” you interrupted, unable to keep the surprise from your voice.

Haechan touched his fingers to your chin. You felt lost in his eyes. When he leaned in close to kiss you, you felt like you were being hypnotized. His lips were soft, and you never wanted to stop kissing them. He pulled away before you could slip your tongue inside of his mouth.

“I promise you,” Haechan began. “I want to fuck you as much as you want to fuck me.”

A lot went into being a successful cam boy. Your set-up was small and intimate. You often did solo cams where you masturbated with toys. Sometimes, you did non-sexual things for money. It was always different, but it always had the same chill vibe. It was always just you, a camera, and your legs spread wide. But Haechan put all of your work to shame. After the third person came in and out of the room to check something, you realized they were there to stay.

“What do you think?” he asked. “Do you like it?”

“I like it,” you said. “It’s interesting. It looks like a lot of work.”

While talking about the details of the set-up, three people came over that Haechan wanted to introduce to you. You had seen Jaemin around at different parties, but meeting him while you were half-naked made you feel shy. You shook hands with him and greeted him, careful to avoid a lot of eye contact.

“And this is Jeno,” Haechan said, pointing at his handsome friend. “And lastly, Renjun. All three of them help me make this what it is. They stay in the room while we perform, but if you’re not comfortable, I will ask them to look away.”

“Will they be on camera?” you asked. “Can the viewers see them?”

“Absolutely not.” Jaemin said.

Renjun laughed. “No one wants to see my body.”

You looked at Renjun and winked. “I wouldn’t mind seeing your body. “

Haechan, Jeno, and Jaemin laughed when Renjun became flustered. The mood was lightened a little bit, and after that, you didn’t mind so much that they were in the room with you.

You looked around, while the rest of the set-up was being finished, placing your wrist in and out of a pair of handcuffs, and not caring if your ass was hanging out of the lingerie.

“Are you ready?” Haechan asked, touching your elbow.

“Yes.”

From beside him, Haechan pulled his arm up to reveal another fox mask in the color blue. It was prettier, the crystals shining more brightly. He fixed it to your face, taking extra care not to mess up your make-up or hair. When he was done, the kiss he left on your lips was faint. Your nerves seemed to dissipate even more with the attention Haechan paid to you, but it still wasn’t enough. You were feeling like something wasn’t quite complete.

“Wait,” you said. “Can I do something first?”

Curious, Haechan nodded. You went over to Jeno, Jaemin and Renjun who were standing in the corner of the room, each boy at their respective post. Everything had been set up, and there was little need for them to observe the scene in its entirety. You grabbed blindfolds from a nearby table and tied them around each boy's eyes so that they couldn’t see. Jeno licked his lips in anticipation, Jaemin instinctively reached out in front of him, and Renjun smiled mischievously, which was more than you thought he would do. When you were done, each of them looked to where they thought you were.

“You can hear,” you said. “But you don’t get to see. You can only take the blindfold off when you’re turned on.”

You backed away until you were in Haechan’s arms. He came behind you and hugged you, his arms around your neck. You were scared that your plan would backfire, that each boy wouldn’t be able to do their job without being able to see, or that none of them would remove the blindfold. When Renjun reached for the camera button with ease, you knew things would be just fine.

“Going live on air in three counts,” Renjun said. “One-”

Jeno double checked the lights, calling out to Haechan for approval. Jaemin checked the audio, and gave a thumbs up when he realized the sound worked fine.

“-Two”

Before Renjun said three, Haechan spun you around and looked into your eyes. “Trust me,” he said. “And I’ll trust you.”

“-Three.”

Just like that, you were live, and hundreds of people were watching you. As soon as Renjun said the word, Haechan had snapped into his role. There were no more kind eyes, no more soft touches. He pushed you back onto the bed. You fell hard and crawled backwards as he crawled forward on his knees, his fox mask bearing down on you. His shirt buttons were popping open from the strain of his chest, little keyholes revealing his skin. Haechan caught your left wrist in his hands, as you tried to get away, and took the soft cuffs, restraining you against the headboard. You reached out and touched the right cuff, pulling yourself up into a sitting position. Haechan cocked his head, his fox nose pointing in another direction.

Instead of speaking, he stood up on the bed, bending his knees so his crotch was level with your face. He unzipped and unbelted his suit pants, taking his soft cock out of his pants. You made eye contact with his member, your eyes hungrily taking him in. With your free hand, you reached out to rouse him, but Haechan restrained you. You made eye contact with him before facing his twitching cock slowly coming to life. You had seen it on camera many times, but up close, it was so pretty it made your mouth water. Haechan took a handful of your hair and yanked your head back, the pain from your scalp making you yelp. He moved forward and put his balls near your lips. You opened your mouth and sucked them gently, rolling your tongue around the delicate skin. All you could see was the darkness of his cock resting on top of your fox mask and messing up your vision. Before you were done pleasuring him, Haechan took his balls out of your mouth. His cock was half-hard, the tip staring you down. He rested his cock head against your bottom lip, but as you opened your mouth to lick him, he pulled himself away.

The torture of watching Haechan zip his cock away made you pull against the restraints. You could feel how badly your body wanted him. Your nipples were hard, your pussy throbbing, and your toes were curling with the foreseeable future of finally getting to use his cock.

“What should I do next?” Haechan asked, making his voice a little deeper than it naturally was. “Should I finger you? Work you up until you’re finally ready to orgasm, and then take it away? Should I leave love bites all over your body? Tear that pretty lingerie and masturbate over your chest? There are so many options.”

“All of the above.” you said, your own voice sounding unfamiliar.

Haechan pushed himself swiftly off the bed. He went to the camera and looked into it, a smile on his face. Since Renjun couldn’t see, Haechan angled the camera himself. The puckered kiss he gave the viewers was felt all over your body. When he came back over, he grabbed your left ankle and yanked your body until you were laying down fully, your feet nearing the edge of the bed. He used restraints on you so that you were spread across its face and fully restrained on all four corners. The silky white triangle that protected your modesty was seen as your lingerie lifted to reveal your bare stomach and the hickey that was already there.

“Who did this?” Haechan asked.

He touched his fingers over the fading purple mark. Your skin tingled, and you squirmed away from his touch. You tried clamping your legs shut, but the restraints made it so you couldn’t even lift up your legs from the bed. Haechan had you exactly where he could do anything to you.

“Not you.” you said.

Haechan let his fingers linger before hooking them underneath the triangle fabric and peering inside. You were freshly waxed, and as he pushed the back of his fingers against you to spread your lips, you were very wet.

“Mmm,” Haechan moaned. “Watch your mouth.”

He took his hand out of your thong from that angle and moved them to the side to reveal your whole pussy. You were aware of the hot lights and how they made your skin glisten with sweat. Being vulnerable made you feel so sensitive to his touch. Just a slight brush against your clit wouldn’t normally make you shudder, but you couldn’t stop it before it happened. He liked the way you jerked. It brought a smile to his lips, his fox mask seeming just as sly.

“Do you like this?” he asked.

His fingers were inside of you, pushing into you, again and again. You squeezed the restraints and raised your hips as much as they would allow. You wanted to move yourself down, to fuck yourself on his fingers, but every time you tried, he pulled back. Haechan got as much of your juices as he could on his fingers before bringing them to your lips. You sucked on his fingers with the same kind of ferocity as when you had his balls on your tongue.

“I like it.” he said.

Leaning over, he swirled his tongue over you and kissed your clit. His fingers found their way inside you once more, but they didn’t let up. He fingered you, his eyes watching as your body misbehaved. He had no plans on being lenient. He fucked you with them, crooking his fingers to get at your g-spot, alternating between coming out to rub your clit until you couldn’t take it anymore. Every time you felt like you would orgasm, he stopped and looked off camera like he was bored. He took a vibrator from the chest, but the feeling of him pressing it against you and then lessening the pressure drove you crazy.

“Please.” you begged. You didn’t like the way your clit pulsated when he wasn’t touching you. You needed to feel his rough fingertips on you again, needed him to finish the job.

“Please what?” he asked.

He went in on you again, one hand inside of you, and one hand holding the vibrator to your clit full-on. Your legs were shaking, your body nearly convulsing. You held your head back and moaned, hoping the sound wouldn’t be too loud on the viewers end. After everything, you felt yourself squirt, bursting like a water balloon.

“Wow,” Haechan said. “First time I had that happen.”

He looked down at his soaked hand and felt pleased with himself. You, on the other hand, felt embarrassed. Before you could wallow in the feeling, he cleaned you both up and stripped the sheets from underneath you. The move was sexy and swift.

“How about I give you a little break.” Haechan said, his voice getting softer.

He climbed onto the bed and took off the restraints around your ankles. He rubbed the marks they left behind. Your first instinct was to close your legs, but he moved between them to kiss your thighs. He threw your calves over his shoulders and kissed all around your pussy, his supple lips barely wet and avoiding your delicate clit. He used his hands to hold your waist in place while he moved up your stomach to kiss you, the fox mask scratching against your skin. The higher he went, the rougher his mouth got. He pulled the lingerie up your body until your breasts were revealed. You watched him leave hickeys on your skin, the marks taking awhile to show, but his ambition never letting up.

“Darker,” you said. “I want to see them for a long time.”

His eyes were focused, his body moving up yours to give you your wish. You could feel his hard cock against your thigh at the same time his lips were on your neck. You couldn’t see them, but you knew he was leaving little marks all over you. You looked to the side to watch Jeno, Jaemin and Renjun. You had forgotten they were there. Jeno was looking in your direction intently, his blindfold still in place, and his hands in his lap. Jaemin was sitting down and fidgeting with the sound, his back straight and tense. Renjun’s blindfold was on the floor, his cock in his hand. He watched you watching him fuck his fist, and he didn’t care.

“Next,” you said. “Masturbate for me, Haechan. I want to feel your cum on me.”

Haechan lifted his head up. Your face was burning where the fox mask had scratched against it. Haechan noticed and gave you sweet kisses before kissing your mouth. He finally gave you his tongue, the saltiness from your sweaty body the main flavor. He got up off the bed and walked around the room to rev himself up. He looked into the camera and suggestively licked his fingers clean. Next, the suit jacket came off because he was hot and his back was sweaty. He unbuttoned what buttons were still together, and let his chest free. He looked different than the man who met with you earlier.

“I’m waiting.” you said.

“That mouth,” Haechan laughed. “Will get you into trouble.”

He crawled back onto the bed on his knees and made his way over to you. He touched the silk of your lingerie gently before bunching it in his fists and tearing it open, straight down the middle. His cock was in his hands, and he was rock hard as he stroked himself, his adrenaline pumping through his veins.

“Come on,” you said. “Hurry up. I’m impatient.”

You urging him to move faster made him stroke himself lightning fast, like he would do if he were alone and in need of a quickie. Haechan only slowed down the stroke to throw his leg over you and use your stomach to rub against. He came against your skin, his cum spurting up around your breasts. He came quietly, a few grunts as he did, with his cock still moving against you.

“No condom,” you said. “Fuck me now, Haechan.”

Your legs were glued together, underneath his body. As he was straddling you, he only had to move back a little bit. You knew he would be ready. You had watched him before and knew he didn’t need much time to recover. Haechan ripped the string of the thong and pushed the fabric out of the way. Since your pussy was closed tight, it was difficult for him to push himself inside of you, but when he did, the feeling was much different than what you were used to. He fucked you with your legs closed, the friction of your thick thighs squeezing his shaft and making him roll his eyes back. You let him do what he wanted to do to your body because you couldn’t touch him, but you were driven by the prospect of getting to fuck him the way you wanted to. You came first, your pussy already so sensitive.

“Your turn,” you said. “Don’t you want to come inside of me? Keep thrusting, baby, keep going.”

Haechan kept thrusting for a few moments before shucking off his shirt and shifting positions. Your legs were open and free, but he wasn’t done with you. With his cock still in you, he sat back on his knees and lifted your body up until your back was arched and you were in mid-air. He held you from underneath as he kept fucking you, bouncing your body on his cock. When he came, he slowed down, easing you back down onto the bed.

“Now,” Haechan said, trying to collect his breath. “We have fun.”

He let you out of your restraints. You launched yourself at him, and he caught you, laughing as you tackled him. You could feel your fox mask slipping off so you just removed it and threw it across the room. The look in your eyes must have looked feral. Haechan’s eyes widened in shock before he ditched his own mask, his look matching yours.

“No. Now, they can see how pretty your face looks when you come.” you said.

Your lips were wrapped around his cock. You were sucking him with two thoughts in your mind: You wanted to get him back for overstimulating you, and you wanted to suck him dry. Every time you went up, you took him out of your mouth and waited five seconds. The count was agonizingly slow. Haechan was moaning and breathing heavily, but he let you take it out on him as much as you wanted. It took him a long time to come a third time, since his body was so spent. You sucked him, not really caring if you had the privilege of swallowing him or not. You only wanted to make him feel good, to give him your hands and mouth like he gave you his.

“Can you handle it?” you asked, smirking that you had to ask.

Briefly, you could see the real Haechan peering up at you with admiration. He smiled and touched his hand down the front of your body before helping his cock inside of you. You rode him, taking the time to look back at the camera as you did. You felt liberated riding him, felt the way all attention was on your body as you took his cock. All four boys had their eyes on you, waiting, watching. The blindfolds were all ditched, and so were the nerves. You turned around to ride Haechan in reverse, leaning down to hold his ankles so he would get a good view of your ass, and you could get a better view of Renjun coming all over his knuckles. You were hoping the viewers would get a good look at the way Haechan’s cock disappeared inside of you, or at all of the marks he had left on your skin.

“One last time.” Haechan said.

For the last position, Haechan had you on your knees so that he could fuck you from behind. You were having a hard time holding yourself up, but you moved back to meet his cock without complaint. You rested your head down, crossed your arms and placed your chin on top of them. Haechan grabbed your ass and drilled himself inside of you, the feeling deep and full. Before he was getting ready to come, you looked into the camera lens and grinned.

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toomanyfandoms02 · 4 years

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Halloween // Matthew Gray Gubler x Reader

Another Story based on a gif/picture! (Hope this is kinda what you were thinking @aberrant-annie )

Summary - It's the first year that y/n and Matthew are a couple, and he insists that they have a couples costume for an upcoming party.

Word count - 2.5k

Gif courtesy of @nationgubler

It was that time of year again. The time where Matthew got impossibly excited, wore tremendously weird costumes, and snuck up behind me an ungodly amount of times.

Halloween.

Now you may be thinking, 'Halloween is a fun and *normal* time of year for many families!' But you only think that because you haven't met my boyfriend Matthew.

Now let's give a little background on the weirdo that is my best friend.

Matthew Gray Gubler is an actor, author, filmmaker, illustrator, fashion model, and painter. But what they don't put on his google search profile is that, before all, he is a Halloween Enthusiast.

He and I have been best friends for over 8 years, and every single one of those years he has effortlessly dragged me into any kind of spooky shenanigan that he could. This was the first year of the 8 that we are a couple, so he decided, in a fit of glory as he put it, that we *needed* a couple's costume this year for the Criminal Minds cast Halloween party. I was 100% down for this idea, but boy, I really didn't know what I was getting myself into by agreeing to it so easily. So let's go back to where this whole ordeal began.

The day was October 15th, and I was sitting blindfolded in the passengers seat of Matthew's car.

"Where the hell are we going?" I giggled, flailing my arms around the car, blindly looking for the trail mix I left in his car the day before. He grabbed my wrist, leading it down to the cupholder and putting my hand on the bag. He knew me too well.

"It's a surprise, obviously, just know it has to do with Halloween." He grabbed my hand and placed a gentle kiss to the top of it.

"Doesn't everything have to do with Halloween with you?"

"Maybe." He laughed.

We were in the car for around 15 minutes, all the while I jammed out to a mix of songs I loved and goofy Halloween themed songs. Matthew had made a playlist of the two as a compromise.

I heard the car click into park and listened as Matthew left the car and walked to my side, opening the door and leading me out.

"When will I be able to see again? This whole blind thing is not for me." He laughed at my remark, looping his arm through mine so he could lead me to what I could only assume was my death. That's when I heard it, the all too familiar laugh of a clown.

Here we go.

Without the notice of my lovely boyfriend I whipped my hand up to my head, removing the black cloth that covered my eyes, I only heard a squeak of protest from him before I saw 'The Haunted Jail' before me.

"Of course." I rolled my eyes in a playful manner, unhooking myself from his arm. "So, why are we here."

"Well, I was thinking that maybe we could get some couple costume ideas from here. It's the jails doubles night so two workers tag team on a costume." He gestured wildly with his hands towards the sign that read *Doubles night! Couples get a 15% discount tonight*. I shook my head in amusement.

"Alright, let's go."

After walking through the 3 story building, we came out with a nice list of ideas for scary couples costumes. This consisted of :

•Beetlejuice

•Pupetmaster and puppet

•Purge

•Wedding gone wrong

•Twisted Alice and Mad Hatter

Then we just had to come to a decision, and soon.

We then sat in the car on our way home to dig out more decorations from the attic. Our house from the inside looked like someone had gotten murdered. There were giant floor and window stickers that resembled blood, fake knives everywhere, and caution tape. This all paired with the tape in the shape of a body on the ground near our fridge. But Matthew had so graciously pointed out that we needed to decorate the outside like we were a haunted house.

He was currently up in our creepy ass attic as I stood with crossed arms at the end of the rickety ladder that led up there. He popped his head out of the little square hole, wearing a jason mask. I narrowed my eyes and shook my head with the smallest smile.

"I'm gonna hand some boxes down to you." I heard him say behind the muffling mask.

The first box held large organized strings of orange LEDs and hooks to set them up on. The next box was filled with fake webs and the next was a huge box. I set it on the ground, prying it open to reveal giant spiders with tacky red eyes and long fangs.

"Are we gonna have these bad boys climbing the ivy outside?" He popped from the attic in a new, mask. A werewolf one I assumed.

"Yep!" He lightly set another box in my hands. "I hate the smell of these masks," He ripped the mask off, revealing his unruly hair and squinting eyes from the new amount of light. "why do I keep buying them?" It made my heart melt, messy hair Gubler was my favorite Gubler.

We dragged all of the boxes outside and decorated for what seemed like 6 hours, it was way harder work than what you would expect. We ended up with 2 giant spiders hung on the ivy, 1 crawling up the porch, and 2 more on the roof. The webs we had were strung everywhere, but the 'main web', as Matthew called it, was across the porch. We had LEDs lighting up most of the outside of our house, it made it look like a constant sunset, or constantly living in a horror movie. Whatever floats your boat. And lastly, we had bloody tomb stones scattered in the yard with fake hands reaching up at the sky through the ground.

Then it was October 16th. I had woken up groggily, feeling the bed beside me for Matthew, but only touching the soft white sheets. The time was 9:47 am and the sun was bleeding through the curtains. My legs hung over the bed as my limbs stretched, pulling down a shirt that was much to large for me *probably because it wasn't mine*. As soon as I stepped out of my bedroom I was met with a scream mask.

"**Morning!**" This made me scream.

"Damnit Matthew Gray! Christ, will the scaring ever end?" I say this but of course, it was really one of my favorite things about him.

"Not until Christmas." He replied with a cocky smile, kissing me softly. I grabbed the back of his neck, deepening the kiss and trying to make him take the hint. He pulled away swiftly. "I would *love* to continue doing this." He ran his hands down my arms and to my hips. "But I made you breakfast and eggs are better warm." He squeezed my hip and gently pushed me toward the kitchen.

Over breakfast we discussed what we were going to go as for the party. We came to the conclusion that doing purge killers would be the most fun. Now all we had to do was get the costumes.

So we left around 1 for Party City. The place had a surprisingly small amount of people, considering the time of year. However there was one girl in there that kept sneaking looks at Matthew. She was standing near some children's costumes. I quickly found out why when a kid came running up with an Alice and Wonderland costume. Shaking it profusely at her mom. The woman kneeled down to her size and gestured towards Matthew. I scrunched my face up.

*What was she telling her?*

Matthew had kept walking and I swiftly caught up with him in the mask aisle. As soon as I got there, the small girl I had just saw was tugging at his orange pumpkin T-Shirt.

"Hi! My mommy said she's a big fan of you on crimimal minds." I giggled a bit. She waved him down to her level, and he gladly came down to listen. "I think she might have a crush on you." I could hear her whisper. He looked back at me expectantly, I just smiled with a shrug. I wasn't much of the jealous type, Matthew was *extremely* loyal, I trusted him with my life. I shooed him towards the woman. He stood and waved at her, gesturing her over and backing up to be by me. I was trying to be inconspicuous and look at the masks. But clearly my lovely boyfriend had a different idea.

"Hi! What's your name?" He asked with a famous million dollar grin.

"A-ashley." She stood for a second, silently staring at him. "I'm sorry, I obviously didn't expect to be seeing you. I'm a just huge fan of yours. And it doesn't help that you are way cuter in person." She smiled shyly, hugging her daughter to her side. Matthew smiled politely but quickly snaked his arm around my hip. I turned to her with the kindest smile I could. I could see realization dropping from her eyes to the red tips of her ears.

"Well you obviously know I'm Matthew. This is my girlfriend, y/n." I leaned into him slightly. Me and Matthew hadn't exactly gone *public*. So it was an honest mistake that she wouldn't know we were together. But to be fair, we weren't hiding it either. "Would you like a picture by the way?" That seemed to distract her enough to knock her out of her clearly petrified trance.

"Yes! A million times yes!"

"I'll take it for you." I grabbed the phone she held out with a slightly tense smile. We took a few pictures and said our goodbyes as she checked out an left. We got back to looking at masks.

"Did you see her face when I grabbed your hips? I kinda live for that look." I smacked his arm playfully.

"The poor girl, she just flirted with you in front if your *girlfriend*. You petrified her!"

"Well I think you just made her a little jealous." He came behind me, wrapping his arms around my stomach and kissing my shoulders.

"Ok Gubler," I slipped from his grip. "we are in public." He groaned a little and followed me down the aisle. I grabbed the cool LED masks with the X's for eyes and big smiles, the typical Purge ones. I got me a purple one and him a red one. Next stop was fake weapons.

I gazed at all of the weapons on the wall. Machetes, guns, bats, nunchucks, knives, all of it. I then looked over to see my boyfriend squinting and tapping his chin in fake contemplation.

"Oh just grab the knife, I know that's what you wanna get." He whipped it off the wall and gave me a serious look, pointing the sharp styrofoam at me. He tapped it to my nose and couldn't contain his laugh as I looked him in the eyes with the biggest smile I could muster.

"You really know how to break me out of character."

So he did end up buying the styrofoam knife, and I ended up buying a plastic machete. As we left the store, the masks and weapons in hand he nudged me.

"So have you thought of what we are gonna wear?"

"Oh yeah. I already have the outfit, you're gonna love it, mine at least. We still have some spare fake blood at home right?" He narrowed his eyes at me, nodding suspiciously. "Great, then I just have to decorate the shirts." Which is exactly what I did when we got home.

I laid our two white button up's on our asphalt driveway, splattering them with blood. Matthew watched me. Sitting a lawn chair as I covered my hands in the blood and put a few handprints on random parts.

"Can I see the whole outfit you have planned now?" He whined.

"Nope, you have to wait. It's not that far away."

But he had asked me to show him everyday up until today, October 31st, party day. Now here we are, on our way back from a McDonalds run that took a *bit* longer than anticipated and we had a very slight chance of being late. We stumbled into the house and ran to the room.

"Why are we rushing anyway?" I took a pause, catching my breath. "We don't have to be exactly on time anyway." He agreed and we slowed down a bit to get our things together.

"I didn't want to have to rush out after seeing you in costume anyway." He said, slyly reaching into the closet and grabbing our button up's. I grabbed the rest of my things from a plastic bag under my side of the bed. I went to the bathroom and changed. My outfit consisted of a black miniskirt, a black cropped tube top, and black knee high socks. Paired with black heeled low-top booties. Then slung over it all was ny open button up. I sheathed my machete behind me and walked out of the bathroom to see Matthew in his bloody shirt and old dress pants and shoes. His giant knife was sheathed in a holster on his side. He ogled at me for a moment, shifting on his feet.

"Holy- wow." He breathed out. I waltzed up to him, unbuttoning a few more buttons and messing his hair to fit the part a bit more. I handed him his mask, with my eyebrows raised. He set it on the bed behind him, cupping my face and bringing me in for a kiss. I ran my hands down his half bare chest and I could feel him smile into the kiss, so I did too, and boy was he a sucker for that. He deepened the kiss and pull me towards him as much as he could, leading his hands lower and lower. Eventually he grabbed my butt a little and I let a giggle slip into the kiss. I parted from him, staring into those honey brown eyes. I felt like a teenager. He had not taken his eyes off me since I left the bathroom.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer."

"Alright." He slid he phone from his pocket, snapping a picture of me. What was I gonna do with this man? I grabbed our masks and we headed out.

We were only about 20 minutes late to the party. We turned our LEDs on and entered AJs house, as her door was wide open.

"You guys look *amazing*!" Kirsten gushed. "Especially you y/n. *Damn* do you rock those socks."

"I know right?" He lifted his mask, placing a kiss on my cheek.

The whole night was filled with chugging fun Halloween themed drinks, compliments on our costumes, slipping secret kisses, and quite the photo shoot.

*And man was I in for it when I got home.*

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ali-kitkat · 4 years

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What’s a Sham? Our Childhood - Childhood Friends AU

It had been years since he’d seen Marinette, the last time had been after they sparred before Slade’s attack. He’d been angry at her after that because Sabine, her mother, had helped Slade in his attack, he understood after siding with his father that Marinette hadn’t taken part in the attack. She had only wanted to get out from her mother’s thumb, and she used the chaos to escape with the miracle box, at least that’s what he hoped. He was disappointed when he realized that he may never see her again, but there she stood small and unassuming as always. The look she wore was one of disbelief, she was just as shocked to see him here as he was her.

He approached her as she waved off two blondes, a boy with green eyes and a girl with icy blues who glared at him as they passed him. They had stopped moving, just standing in front of each other. She had raised her hand to cup his cheek, and he couldn’t stop himself from leaning into her hand. His arms had slipped around her waist pulling her close to him, he could feel her grab fistfuls of his shirt.

“Damian.” She whispered in disbelief, her voice cracking on the last syllable. He couldn’t fault her; he knew if he spoke his voice would’ve cracked as well. “I thought you would still be with Talia.”

“After Slade’s attack she dropped me off to live with my father and I did some growing, surprisingly some of your words stuck with me: I��m a means to an end.” He replied, his voice soft as he tightened his hold on her. She sank into his embrace. “I thought I’d never see you again. That you might’ve been killed in the attack or Sabine or Talia might’ve gotten to you.”

A silence had taken over between them, they stayed in each other’s arms until someone cleared their throat; alerting them to their presence. Marinette had ripped herself from his arms, putting herself on the defense. Bracing himself, he started to turn around, dread settled in his gut. He only knew four people who were arrogant enough to speak to him in public. There in front of him was Drake, the worst of his brother’s in his honest opinion.

“Damian, care to introduce me to your friend?” Drake teased, raising an eyebrow in question. It took everything to control himself not to wipe the floor with his face.

“If you must know Drake, she’s an old friend.” He replied tersely, barely holding in a groan.

“Still as charismatic as ever Dove. Not going to introduce me, I thought we were past this Dames?” She teased from behind him. “You can’t keep me all to yourself.”

This time he did let out a groan of annoyance as Marinette started to laugh and confusion started to settle in on Drake. Looking up he sees the rest of his family turn the corner and braces himself for the onslaught of questions.

“Father.” He greeted as the rest started to look a little concerned at Drake’s frozen expression. “This is my friend —"

“Marinette and it’s lovely to finally meet Damian’s dad.” Marinette said smiling, cutting him off while holding out a hand to his father.

“It’s nice to meet you too Marinette. Damian has never mentioned any friends visiting.” Bruce spoke, accepting her hand. His family knew that he didn’t do friends, so one appearing in Wayne Enterprises was worrisome to say the least. He could see the uneasiness in the way each of them carried themselves, he knew all their tells and each of them were very telling at the moment.

“It wasn’t planned, my class is here for a trip and seeing Damian was an unexpected surprise, a pleasant one though.” She answered, cocking an eyebrow in his direction. “That reminds me Dami, are you going to introduce me to the rest of them? I wasn’t kidding when I said I thought you were over your jealousy.”

“I’m not jealous.” He mumbled, eliciting a laugh from her and surprised looks from his family. “This is my family habibti. You’ve met my father, Bruce Wayne; these are my older brothers, the one I called Drake is Timothy Drake the second youngest. Right above me in age. The one with the white streak in his hair is second eldest, Jason Todd.”

Her eyes widened at the name drop and it had taken him a minute before he realized why, she knew of Talia’s pet project with Jason and she had visited him once with him before she decided she couldn’t bear to see the man in pain. “Lastly is the eldest Richard Grayson, who prefers to go by Dick. Though we don’t quite understand why he would use a name that doubles as an insult and an innuendo.”

She laughed at his expense, the sighs he let out always entertained her.

“Well it’s lovely to meet you all as well. Even if he is a stick in the mud.” She charmed, jerking her thumb in his direction.

“Don’t do that.”

“Do what?” She asked, a look of confusion spread across her face before she masked her emotions.

“That thing where you use the fake smile and the charm. Sabine isn’t here to tell you to do that, and neither are any other Leaguers.” He answered grabbing her hand in his. His family had tensed up at his mention of the League, it wasn’t meant to reassure any of them but Marinette. He wanted her to know she could talk about the League to him, that he wasn’t angry at her. “They know about the Shadows, it’s alright to speak about what happened if you want to.”

“Goddamn it Dove. I hate when you do that. Always breaking down my walls like that, never could hide anything from you. Stupid fiancé.” She muttered, gripping his hand tightly before using her other to wipe tears off her face and letting out a wet, weak laugh.

He could hear inhales of breath from each member of his family in front of him. She turned to stare at him before looking at his family. Connecting the dots, the shocked looks they were sharing with each other and his avoidance of her gaze she stormed off.

“So,” Grayson started, staring at him in mild amusement and horror. “Do you want to explain to us who she is or is the assumption of your fiancé just a good blanket term. We know why she stormed off; you didn’t tell us about her, and she’s pissed.”

“Not particularly but if I don’t, she may kill me. She’s certainly capable of it. The woman you met is my betrothed Marinette Cheng, though honestly I’m not certain if she still is.” He groaned, dropping his face into his hands, there was a high possibility of Marinette maiming him. “I never mentioned her because I was unsure if she survived Slade’s attack. Sabine Cheng, Marinette’s mother, bartered her way into Ra’s good graces. Using her daughter and what I think was called the miracle box. She wanted to be at the top and she offered her daughter as a bride and the box as a dowry gift.”

He scanned the looks they were all wearing, Todd was staring off in the direction Marinette stormed off in looking confused. Drake and Grayson were sharing amused looks and his father was visibly shocked.

“Ra’s accepted Sabine’s offer of joining the two of us, Talia was against it obviously. We spent four years training together and learning about each other. I guess she got tired of waiting and helped Slade in his attack, which as you know scattered members of the League. Marinette vanished during the fight; I wasn’t sure if she played a part in it at first but after time passed and Talia hadn’t mentioned her, I assumed she was either dead or in hiding. I honestly thought Sabine might’ve found her and killed her. That since I wasn’t part of the League that she might’ve killed her out of spite or something.” He spat.

“So how do you know she’s not here on behalf of her mother? That she’s not here to use you?” Drake asked.

“I don’t think I would help the woman who was going to sell me like cattle Drake.” Marinette snapped, staring at Drake, startling him. They hadn’t realized she returned to the group.

“After we were told to kill each other, we sparred. Marinette had lost and she confided in me that she realized that she didn’t mean anything to Sabine. That she knew her mother, and I use that term loosely, only viewed her as a means to an end.”

“You only won that fight because I didn’t know how to cope with the fact that I was supposed to kill the boy I had grown to love.” Marinette said. “That is the only reason you won that night and you know it, but yes after he won, I collapsed on the ground and I told him that Sabine never loved me. That I was a means to an end for her.”

He stared at her, she loved him.

*~*~*~*

This is my take on the Childhood Friends AU where Marinette and Damian grew up in the League of Assassins/Shadows together My take on it is a little more on the Evil!Sabine side.

#maribat #ml/dc crossover #ml x dc #mlb x dc #dc x mlb #daminette #damian x marinette #marinette x damian #maridami #damimari #ali-kitkat's writing #my writing #childhood friends au #evil!sabine au #daminette december

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mc-i-r · 3 years

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Thrill of the kill

Chapter 3

Masterpost

Ship: intrulogical

Pov: Remus

Tw: blood, shooting, guns, gun violence, dead bodies

Let me know if I missed anything!

Word count: 586

I pulled my clear mask over my face, the colored eyebrows and mustache hiding my identity. We snuck into an outdoor Guns n Roses concert. Not because we’re fans of the music, oh no no no no no.

We had an appetite for destruction.

I decided to dress as badass as I could for today. It’s a concert after all. I decided on a black form fitting crop top, showing off whatever I could. I wore my oversized black jean jacket, customized with pins and patches I’ve collected over the years. Then I wore my green striped pants, my fishnets poking through the big holes in them. Lastly, I finished it off with combat boots and a chain hanging from my belt loop. No matter what I wore though, Logan topped it all.

He wore a long-sleeved white NASA shirt with navy trim and a navy blue skirt. A skirt. If I didn’t know I was gay before I sure as hell would know now. He wore fishnets under the skirt and converse to finish it off.

This man...is gonna be the death of me.

We needed to blend in so therefore, we wore the most punk/badass outfits possible. Logie looked adorable though.

I looked over to him as he put his mask on too. We shared a nod and took out our guns, firing into the crowd. I couldn’t help the smile that came to my face or the maniacal laughter that came out from my mouth. It's both irony and mass execution. My two favorite things.

Lo and I stood back to back, firing away into the crowd. Blood was pouring everywhere. I was most likely covered in it. Kinky. I could hear screams all around us as people tried to get away. I don’t know what they expected. After all…

Everything’s legal in New Jersey.

We keep shooting until there's practically no one left. There must be at least fifty bodies laying around. At least. I hear sirens in the distance and I nudge Lo with my elbow, signaling that it’s time to go. We make our way back to our safe location, a small alley beside an old diner. I lean against the wall to catch my breath because damn that’s a lot of running. I see Lo do the same thing and we just stand there in silence, taking in air and the thought of what we’ve just done.

“That...was...amazing,” I whisper out through breaths. I look over at Lo, his face tinged pink from running. Or maybe that's just blood.

“Yes. Yes it was,” he whispered back. We settle into a comfortable silence, the only sound being our breathing. Then, I laugh.

I laugh, and laugh, and laugh, and laugh, and laugh. I laughed until the little air that was in my lungs had long since been pushed out. Lo joined me, the both of us laughing like the maniacs we are in the middle of a dark alleyway in downtown New Jersey.

We settled down after a while, the both of us now sitting on the ground with our backs to the wall of the diner, shoulders touching.

“That was the most fun I’ve had in awhile. The looks on their faces were priceless,” Logie says. I nod in agreement.

“Yeah. yeah, they were,” I say. I lean my head on his shoulder and he kisses the top of my head. I smile but it quickly falls.

Why do I feel like there's something…

...missing?

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wonkasmissstarshine · 3 years

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The Chocolate Prince and The Lovely Maiden {Willy Wonka x Rose Bucket AU}

Chapter 6

Lady Scarlett Beauregarde

Tagging: @holdmeicant @frozenhuntress67 @pastelmoonwitche @ariwonka2004

When Willy and Daniel arrived to the castle, they couldn’t help but notice the carriage that had pulled up. The carriage itself was big, blue, and sparkling. Overall, it just had a loud personality and it told you all you needed to know about who it was carrying inside of it.

“It seems that Lady Scarlett has arrived” Daniel said.

“Yeah” Willy grimaced. He was not looking forward to meeting the high class princess. Some ladies stepped out of the carriage first. None of them seemed to be Lady Scarlett, but rather her ladies-in-wearing. The three of them were wearing matching blue dresses and they all wore masks. But it wasn’t just masks covering the eyes. No, they wore full face masks.

“Those would be Lady Scarlett’s ladies-in-waiting” Daniel informed. He had read up on Lady Scarlett to prepare for her visit. He knew more about her than he wished to. “She makes them wear masks because she doesn’t want any other woman’s beauty outshining hers”

Willy snorted in amusement at that. “She mustn’t be that pretty then. Not if she has to make all the other ladies hide their face”

“No, no. Lady Scarlett is beautiful” Daniel countered. “She’s described as having been gifted with Aphrodite’s beauty. Wherever she goes, men fall at her feet”

Willy opened his mouth to respond, but a different voice called out. “Son! There you are!” King Wilbur approached his son, with members of the royal court behind him. “Where have you been!? You know Lady Scarlett was to arrive today!”

“That’s exactly why I wasn’t here” Willy retorted.

Wilbur just sighed and shook his head. “No matter. You’re here now. Come and meet your wife-to-be”

Willy didn’t have it in him right now to argue his way out of it. Instead, he trailed behind his father, following him to the carriage. “Ah! King Wilbur! Prince Willy!” An older gentleman standing beside the carriage greeted. “I am Beryl, Lady Scarlett’s trusted advisor”

“We are very honored to have you and Lady Scarlett here, Beryl” Wilbur said.

“The pleasure is all Scarlett’s” Beryl chuckled. “May I introduce Lady Scarlett’s ladies-in-waiting. Jade, Mauve, and Sienna” The ladies bowed as they were introduced. The sound of a throat clearing could be heard from inside the carriage. Beryl sighed and rolled his eyes in annoyance. He quickly smiled, hoping that no one caught onto it. Wilbur didn’t, but Willy did. “And, lastly but certainly not least, may I introduce her grace, Lady Scarlett Beauregarde of Champonia”

And there she was. Lady Scarlett Beauregarde. She stepped out of the carriage. You could tell just by looking at her she was high class. She wore a ruffled, silky blue dress. Her hair was pinned up in curls, secured in place by the jeweled tiara on her head. And her face was just caked in makeup.

This was the Princess that made men fall to their knees? This was the Princess who was gifted with Aphrodite’s beauty?

Well, clearly there was a mix up and Aphrodite’s beauty was gifted to someone else by mistake. Because Willy was not falling to his knees for this woman.

“Prince Willy” Scarlett batted her eyelashes at him. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you. I knew you were handsome, but I wasn’t expecting such an Adonis”

Willy had to force a smile. “Thank you, Lady Scarlett”

Scarlett kept smiling at him. She held out her hand. It hovered in front of Willy’s face. He just glanced at it. What was she expecting him to do? The smile from Scarlett’s face quickly dropped and was replaced with an annoyed expression. She cleared her throat again.

“Son! Kiss her hand!” Wilbur urged in a harsh whisper.

He didn’t even want to touch her hand. Forcing another smile, Willy took Scarlett’s hand and brought it up to his lips. He kissed it and had to keep himself from retching.

Scarlett seemed please though, for when she pulled her hand back, her smile was back. But something that caught her attention made her smile turn into a scowl. “Beryl!”

“Y-yes, Lady Scarlett?” Beryl seemed nervous of her.

“I had clear instructions. Any woman that is present should be wearing a mask. Why are they not wearing masks!?” Scarlett demanded. She pointed at the few women that were members of the royal court. “Get them masked immediately!”

“Yes, my lady” Beryl said.

“Well, you heard what she said” Wilbur said, addressing the female members of the court. “Go get fitted for masks, and spread the news to every female member of staff”

All the ladies looked at each other with bewildered looks. Sure, there was such a thing as accommodation for guests, but for Lady Scarlett to order them like that? She wasn’t even their queen yet, but she was already acting like it. Still, they knew better to argue so they went to do what was asked of their king.

“Apologies about that, Lady Scarlett” Wilbur quickly apologized. “The message must have gotten lost”

Scarlett smiled again. It was clear that was her ‘I’m pleased’ smile. “It’s alright. Consider this their first warning. But, if I see one lady who is unmasked, I expect some punishment”

Willy’s eyes widened and his mouth hung open. Punishment? For any woman not wearing a mask? All because she’s a little self-conscious? This lady was crazy. And Willy was stuck marrying her.

Yay.

“Daniel, I can’t marry her!” Willy ranted to Daniel. The two of them retreated to Willy’s secret chocolate room. At least they had privacy in here. ��She’s a nightmare! And whoever first described her as having Aphrodite’s beauty is clearly blind!”

“It’s a bit hypocritical, don’t you think?” Daniel mused. “She wants every woman within vicinity of her to wear a mask, yet she wears one herself”

“Huh?”

“Did you see how much makeup she was wearing? Seriously, you could spot her face from miles away! It’s so bright!”

Willy sighed, taking a seat, and running a hand through his hair. “Is there anything I can do to get out of this?”

“Well, your father did say that because you weren’t picking a wife, he picked one for you”

“Where are you going with this, Daniel?”

“Maybe if you told him that there was someone else you were in love with, maybe the King would change his mind about you marrying Lady Scarlett”

Willy considered it. It was a good idea, in theory. But there was just one problem with that. “I’m not in love with anyone, Daniel”

“I know. But maybe just tell your father. Maybe he’ll believe it”

“What if he wants to meet her?”

Daniel chewed on his bottom lip in thought. “You’ve met Priscilla, right? The pretty girl from the bakery?”

“Yes” Willy nodded. “She seems nice and she is pretty, but I’m not in love with her”

“No, but I am” Daniel whispered that part to himself. “I’m suggesting that if your father were to insist on meeting the one you were in love with, maybe see if Priscilla would be willing to play the part”

“Daniel, I’m no good with feelings, but I can see just from the way you talk about her, that you feel something for her. I don’t want--”

“It’s okay” Daniel said. “I know it wouldn’t be real. Besides, if we don’t do it this way. There is only one other option”

“Which is?”

“We’d have to murder Lady Scarlett”

Willy’s eyes widened with shock. He was surprised to hear Daniel of all people suggest such a thing. “I may not be able to stand the wretched woman, but I am not resorting to such an avenue”

“You’re right. That’s too far” Daniel said. He was quiet for a moment. It was clear he was still pondering the idea. “But, we could make it look like an accident. Maybe slip something in her tea...”

“No!”

“Okay, okay” Daniel held up his hands defensively. “I’ll stop. We’ll go with the ‘you’re already in love with someone plan’”

“I just hope for the love of chocolate that it works” Willy prayed.

This was the best plan he had for now. Hopefully his father would fall for it. But, if he didn’t...then maybe he would have to resort to getting rid of Lady Scarlett in some other way. Would Willy be able to do it? He hoped he would never have to find out.

#willy wonka x oc #willy wonka #rose bucket #my oc #rose and willy #tcpatlm

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sif-the-tsunami · 4 years

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Ropes and Roses part 4

Summary: Elizabeth Rosehill is a talented dance instructor and a force of nature that beguiles her famous student. Events in her life, however, have led her to search for more creative ways for her to keep herself afloat. What will she do to keep her dreams secure and what will it mean for her blossoming relationship. This is a very adult story about two people who are moderately terrible at adulting.

Warning: Fem! Dom/ Fem! Sub, Bisexual shenanigans, anal play, squirting, BDSM, crying, two people who are literal disasters trying to figure things out, Mentions of cheating, exhibitionism

Word count: 3300 and some change. This update is THICC

A/N: If you read it and like it, it would mean a lot to me if you could say something nice!

The next morning, Elizabeth woke up to the snuffling and snorting of one very bear like dog. He also might have stuck his cold nose right in her face a couple times. The room was unfamiliar, it took her a few moments to put together the pieces of the night before. Henry had put her in the soft flannel shirt he was wearing yesterday, but she didn’t remember that happening. The water and Tylenol were consumed, she looked around the room for a moment. Her boots from the night before were sitting near the bedside table, placed together. Her dress and other personal affects were sitting on the empty space on the other side of the bed. The air was chilly but her bed was welcoming and warm. She didn’t think that this was his bedroom. Soon Kal was running back and forth between the bedroom and somewhere out in the living room.

Two soft knocks on the open door drew her attention the big man in the frame. “Good morning.”

“Morning,” Her normally luscious voice sounded small.

“How did you sleep?”

“Well enough I suppose. Thank you for the water bottle. How did you sleep?”

“I slept well.” He watched her scoot over a little in the bed, and pat the warm spot she had vacated for him.

“Lizzie, I don’t know. I...”

“It’s okay.” She tucked the blanket back up to her neck. “It is just cold and I wanted to talk to you about last night.”

“We don’t have to, we were drunk and having a good time. Two friends having a very… friendly… you know, make out session. Is there anything to talk about it?” He cringed just thinking about it. What the hell, Henry? He thought to himself.

“What? Oh, I guess not, is there.” Her voice cracked, she coughed to clear it. “Um, if you don’t mind giving me a moment, I guess I’ll just get dressed, and let you get back to your day.”

Henry closed the door to give her some privacy and swore under his breath. Kal whined at the door. He look up at his dad then put his nose right and the door again. He pawed at it a couple times, then very dejectedly laid down. A few moments later, she emerged, everything thrown back together, hair in a sloppy bun. She kept her eyes down and handed the flannel shirt to him.

“Elizabeth, wait, I didn’t mean it like that.” She looked at him for a moment, all of the joy he worked so hard to bring her last night, that beautifully contented smile she had when she saw him this morning, was gone.

“I’m sure you didn’t, it’s fine.” And with that she left.

****

Later in the afternoon, Kal was resting his head on Henry’s lap when the pup let out a long low whine. He put his book down, “I know mate, I messed up. Do you think I should text her?”

Kal started wagging his tail. “I really should have cuddled with her this morning. Okay, Henry, we can do this, you like her a lot. She clearly liked you until you fucking blew it this morning.

I’m a fucking idiot and I’m sorry

I hurt you and I would give anything to take that back. You said you didn’t know what you can give me, but I know what I am capable and wanting to give you.

I want to take you on a real date. Would you be be interested in joining me for dinner this Friday?

A couple hours later Elizabeth responded with Thank you for apologizing. I already have something going on Friday evening, I could make time for lunch, if not, I don’t have a free night until the following Thursday after my last class.

“I don’t think she has forgiven me,” Henry was then doing his dishes, Kal laying down in front of the refrigerator. “But she did say yes!”

Kal wagged his head and picked his head up.

Lunch works! What time would you like me to pick you up? He hammered out all of the details with the one he longed for. He sat down to eat an early dinner when Henry heard his phone vibrate again. It was Jeremy.

Hey, Jillian told me about you and your girl going out last night. I need to show you something, it’s important. Get cleaned up and ready to go, I’ll be there in an hour. Dress like you give a fuck.

His friend’s husband was not someone that weighs on other people’s choices, he honestly had mostly been indifferent to Henry and Jillian’s entire friendship, enough so that the text in itself caught him off guard. He showered quickly, put on a black suit with a light gray button up.

“Kal, be a good lad. Hopefully daddy isn’t over dressed.”

Jeremy said little on the way to their destination. It made his passenger a little anxious. They soon were in a dark district of the city, when businesses close for the day it usually was deserted. One dark building front had two men standing in front of it, and a flickering Edison style light bulb. Jeremy gave the man who approached their car a shiny black card, the logo read The Fox Catcher. Soon the doors were opened for them and one of the men outside was valet parking the car. Inside a large gentleman was standing there. He looked like he could crush the skull of anyone who would dare to start trouble.

In a deep Nordic baritone he said “Gentlemen, please grab a mask. The show will begin soon.”

After they had put on ill fitting masks that covered half of their faces, Henry and Jeremy were sat down at a small cocktail table by a woman with impossibly red hair hair that came down to her waist. She wore a tight black leather dress and knee high boots that made her pale skin look like porcelain. The room was lit dimly enough that he had a hard time seeing the other people but the heat and buzz in the room let him know they were not alone.

Henry tried to make himself as comfortable as possible. Jeremy looked like he was seething with resentment and hostility. They were sitting close to where the performance would be taking place. Henry tugged nervously at his shirt collar.

“Why are we here?”

“You’ll see...” was all Jeremy said.

The light from above the stage clicked on revealed some wooden furniture. A platinum blonde was then lead out onto the stage by what Henry realized was a leash attached to nipple clamps. The man who brought her out was wearing a black mask and dark clothes attached the arms of the blonde woman to a large wooden X in the middle of the stage with her back to the audience. She was only wearing a black thong, but hers was the only face visible. Her skin was pale enough that the light above seemed to bounce off of her. Soon came a clacking on the wooden stage floor. The unmistakable sound of high heels walking with authority came echoing out and the room fell silent. Out came a petite woman, long hair pulled back into a pony tail, wearing a leather mask with two cat ears on the top, tight pants, a suit jacket and a silver sparkly bralette under. She had blood red lipstick applied perfectly. The stage was high enough that Henry saw the boots she was wearing as she strut out from the back.

They looked a lot like the ones he put next to Elizabeth this morning. He bit the inside of his lip then looked over at Jeremy. His eyes were transfixed on the woman in the cat mask. “Mate, I promise this is for your own good.”

“Good evening, Mistress Bettie.” The restrained woman said. She adjusted herself a little. A slight shuffle that caused the metal of her attachments to clink together softly.

“Good evening. I have been informed that you have been a very naughty vixen, is that right?” He knew that voice. Henry’s guts churned.

No, no, no, no. Please. He thought, his mind was screaming at him to leave. He kept looking over at Jeremy, the hatred he had on his face a moment earlier was turning into a look of smug satisfaction.

“Yes, Mistress.”

“And what do I do to naughty vixens, my darling?”

“You punish them, Mistress.”

“That’s right, so what do you think I’m going to do to you tonight?”

“You are going to punish this naughty vixen, Mistress.”

“Are you ready?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

There was a table next to the tableau, the Mistress picked up a leather paddle and softly pat her open hand with it. She set is down, then picked up a nasty looking leather tool that he didn’t know the name of, she swung it around a little bit, letting the tendrils of leather make whistling noises as it went back and forth. She hit her own thigh intentionally, making a loud thud. The blonde jumped. Lastly she picked up a whip that would make Indiana jealous. Walking to the farthest part of the stage, the domina made the whip crack to either side of blonde woman. She flinched and jumped away each time. The whip was placed down.

“That had better be the last time you move around like that, vixen, or I’ll give you a reason to squirm.”

“Yes Mistress, I’ll be better, Mistress.”

“I think I need to warm you up first, don’t you agree?” Henry watcher her put on some black medical gloves and then proceed to start spanking the bottom of woman tied up. The receiver squealed and moaned. Her pristine flesh turning a hot pink after a couple a good swats. The Domme reached between her captives legs and spanked her thighs. Higher and higher she went until she landed a slap on the cotton covered center point, but gave her a tender rub after. “You liked that, didn’t you? Such a good slut.”

“Yes, thank you Mistress,” her gratitude melted into a moan as she arched her back into the generous hands of her captor.

“Just so our friends are all clear, my beautiful vixen, what is your safe word?” Still massaging the blonde’s sex through the cotton fabric.

“Milkshake, Mistress.” She gasped as the black gloved hands found their way inside.

“Thank you, pet.” She pulled her hand away and had the blonde lick her gloved fingers clean. Henry watched the two of them share a tender moment before the Domme walked away. She then grabbed the tool he didn’t know about. “Oh no, my little vixen, you are missing something.”

The Domme grabbed a faux fur fox tail off of the table. With the flick of a switch it started vibrating aggressively enough that Henry could hear it from where he was sitting. That poor girl was going to be in for it. He had a mixture of emotions coursing through his mind. He held onto the last shred of doubt that maybe Elizabeth had a doppelganger.

“I think these need to come off first.” and she ripped off the black thong. The Dominatrix ran the plug against the delicious folds of her captive, getting as much of her arousal on it as possible. The plug was inserted, the blonde started moaning and her knees buckled. She smiled at the ashen haired woman, letting her enjoy the moment and then clicked off the remote. “Remember, my darling, you can’t come without my permission.”

The submissive let out a groan and stomped her feet. Then the Dominatrix grabbed the heavy leather flogger and swung it around the blonde artfully. Sometimes it was just the tips dancing across the reddening skin, there were times it was a heavy sounding thud. As uncomfortable as this was making him, however, he couldn’t help but notice that the woman receiving was clearly enjoying herself. She arched her back, moaned and gasped in bliss. The Dominatrix gestured to the man on the stage and he unlocked her just long enough to turn her around. He gave her arms a little rub to get the blood flow back as the suit jacket came off of Mistress Bettie. There is was, plain as day. The roses on her torso that he had become more acquainted with the night before. He closed his eyes for a moment as a wave of anxiety washed over him. He was not supposed to be here, to see this side of her yet. But there she was in front of him. She looked powerfully sexy.

As soon as she the vixen was situated, Elizabeth turned the vibrator back on and started flogging the fronts of her thighs, her breasts and pubic mound. She was clearly very aroused, her body was glistening and her nipples protruded proudly from where they were. The dominant woman placed the flogger down and came up to her submissive, she ran her hands all over her body. She gave the vixen’s nipples some much needed attention and then slide one, two then three fingers inside of her.

“Do you think you deserve to come, naughty girl.” Elizabeth’s hand started moving faster, coaxing her climax out of her soaking wet pussy.

“Yes please, Mistress.”

“Then tell me what you are.”

“I’m a slut, Mistress, a fucking slut.” Her breath was as shaky as her legs

“Who’s slut?”

“Your slut, Mistress.” The woman’s eyes were rolling to back of her head in pleasure

“Then come for your Mistress you fucking whore. Good girl” Elizabeth smiled at her as the sub came loudly all over her hand and proceeded to squirt. Flicking the fluid at the blissful woman, she playfully scolded the vixen “Look at the mess you’ve made.”

The man in black helped her down and the woman got on her hands and knees before Elizabeth. “So now, pet. You can get to chose your next punishment. We can either play the counting game, or we can play the clothes clip game.”

Still panting, “the counting game, Mistress, please.”

“Alright, catch your breath my dearest,” Elizabeth grabbed a stool. The blonde positioned herself leaning across it, she was facing Henry and Jeremy at this point. She wiggled her fingers in a little hello at them both and settled in. “Last time, we made it to what was it eight? Alright, my vixen, make me proud.”

“Yes Mistress.” Elizabeth turned the vibrator up a little, flipped the tail up her back, and spanked the sub’s bottom. “One, thank you Mistress, may I have another.”

Another very loud thud. “Two, Thank you Mistress, may I have another.”

After six, Henry realized that this was less pleasurable for the blonde than the flogging had been. Tears were running down her face. Elizabeth leaned down and licked one of the tears from her face. She looked down for a second and saw the man sitting in the front. She stopped dead in her tracks.

She mouthed his name, he nodded slightly and she then whispered something into the blonde’s ear. One last spank and suddenly the unnamed vixen burst out her safe word as loudly as she could and started openly crying.

“Oh no, my poor sweet girl.” She gently rubbed the subs bottom, Elizabeth then draped her suit jacket on the back of her plaything, she turned and looked at Henry one last time. “I think I’ve hit her limit tonight. Good night.”

The man in black rushed forward and covered the backs of the women like the proper body guard he was, escorting the women off the stage. Henry then turned to the man who brought him and hissed through his teeth “What the actual fuck was the point of you bringing me here?”

“What, you should be thanking me! I exposed her for the snake in the grass that she is!”

Henry walked away angrily. The room was emptying out as quietly as they had come in, although they could tell that some of the clients were giving the cocktail waitresses a hard time about the show being cut short. The redhead that took care of them that evening was being harassed by an older man. Henry told him off and handed her two of the largest bills that he had on him. He pulled his phone out and messaged Elizabeth. I have really fucked up your whole day, haven’t I? Please call me, I’m worried about you.

“You selfish fucking cunt. I am trying my hardest to not wreck this poor woman’s life more than I have and you decide that this is what you want to do?” Henry was trying to keep himself from yelling. “I like her, a lot. A whole lot. She is the nicest person I have ever met and what part of any of what we just saw would make you think that I would like her less?”

“She’s a whore!” Jeremy yelled.

“And? What is your problem with sex workers? I fucking whore myself for every damn role I do. At least she’s more honest about it! The shit I put myself through is no worse than anything that happened on that stage. Does your wife know about this?”

“No, and you wouldn’t dare!”

“You have until tomorrow night to tell her that you come to clubs like this or I swear to god, I will.” He had never been so riled up before. It was taking everything to not rip the smaller, balding man apart piece by piece. “This would devastate her, and you know it.”

“Gentlemen, I need you to calm down.” The large Nordic man said calmly. Henry adjusted his suit jacked when he felt his pocket vibrate.

I’ll be out in a moment, wait for me?

Of course

As they walked outside, Jeremy started up again. Fortunately this time they were alone. The valet driver’s were getting his car as quickly as they could. “You can’t turn a woman like that into a housewife, Henry. You saw that she very clearly enjoyed playing with another girl. What will you do if she starts craving pussy? I am not okay with you seeing this bird. She will destroy you, Henry. We were all there after your last big break up. This one will be the worst of all of them. I can see it already.”

“Jeremy, I’ve know her for a few weeks at this point. After this, I wouldn’t blame her if she never wanted to speak to me again. And I probably don’t deserve to. But you do not get to make that call.”

Elizabeth watched from the door way as they yelled at each other.

“She’s literally a whore, she gets paid a lot of money to fuck people. What if she has private clients the same way she took on private dance lessons with you? How many people do you think she’s sleeping with?”

“Firstly, it is none of your business who I’m sleeping with. Secondly, I don’t do private shows, you know that, you asked me for one several time. Each time I said no.” She put her foot down. Henry reached out for her, and she leaned into him.

“Jeremy, I think you should leave. I will make my own way home.”

“You expect me to leave you here… with her?”

“Yes, and you had better tell Jillian or I will.” Henry snarled, protectively hugging Elizabeth. He turned to her and softly said “I’m so sorry.”

“Wait he’s married? And he’s calling me a whore? Hey, fuck you, Jeremy!” She snarled at the man getting into his car. “Well today has been a cluster fuck.”

“That is putting it mildly. Please come home with me, I want to make up for this morning and for surprising you like this, I’ll bring you breakfast in bed, we can do whatever you want.”

The woman smiled gently at him and shushed him with a kiss. “I would like that, but I would love to sleep in my own bed tonight. My place isn’t as nice as yours but you are welcome to be there with me tonight.”

“I would like that a lot.”

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Masking the Heart

A new galactic war was forming, and your star system needed to create an alliance. Your father, the king, made a deal with the First Order in a promise of protection for guaranteed trade. You are arranged to marry the Commander Kylo Ren, apprentice of the Supreme Leader. A man who is hidden behind his mask. Will your husband show you his heart? Or will it be forever hidden behind a mask?

PLEASE NOTE: This work has many dubious/non-con consent scenes, it is an arranged marriage AU that plays off of many issues women face in arranged marriages. The author of this work does not condone arranged marriage practices, domestic abuse, or non-con sexual encounters, this work is for fictional uses only.

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Chapter 1

Pale grey sky was outside your window this morning, it had been raining for weeks. Foreshadowing some impending doom, that you had yet to see. But you could sense a change coming–soon. You could see it in the face of your father, your mother, and their advisors. You weren’t stupid, you had heard the rumors of another galactic war. Once much like the last one. Where millions of poor souls would die, and the galaxy would be in shambles afterward, because no one could just win. Both sides would be brutally beaten and crippled by the end.

You got yourself ready in the morning, your father had always told you that a proper princess should have servants doing things for you, but you enjoyed being independent. Born into a life of luxury, a life of nobility, was something you never wanted. You had dreams of being someone who could make a difference, the ability to make changes, but alas you were not in the position to do so.

Yes, you were the daughter of a king who ruled over not just the planet you lived on, but those in your system. Five planets. Five planets that were rich in resources. In the last war, your people had remained neutral, under your grandfather’s rule. Something your father tried to follow, but this time the war seemed to be different. This time everything seemed to be bigger.

You finished getting ready, your hair done, your usual daily gown on. One of the few things you allowed servants to do was clean and bringing in your food. You ate breakfast quickly, something simple and light before you headed off down the hall to start your day.

Your father’s personal attendant caught your attention, “Your highness your father requests your presence in his cabinet room immediately.” You followed him through the palace to meet your father.

Entering the room you noticed a few things. First, you noticed that it was unusually full of people, most of the time when your father requested your presence here it only had a handful of advisors. Your mother was present, which was unusual in itself as your father did all the political dealings of your planetary system, your mother mainly handled charities. All of your father’s cabinet members were present, which did not happen often, because this included the governors of each planet and their aide’s. And lastly, there were people you did not recognize, a ginger-haired man, a male dressed all in black who donned a black helmet that obscured his face, and several white armor-clad soldiers who you knew to be stormtroopers.

Your father stood as you entered, but no one else. “Ah, my dearest won’t you join us?” It wasn’t so much a question as it was an order. You could tell he was wearing his fake political smile, the one he wore when dealing with foreign dignitaries and the like.

You bowed your head to the others in the room, offering a small smile as you took your seat next to the governors. In this room, you were ranked below them, but above the rest of the cabinet. You knew something was in the works. Your father never usually received guests in this room, that was left to the throne room or a parlor, or on rare occasions his own private study. You couldn’t read the datapads, but you could tell something major was in the works.

You heard the crisp accent of the ginger-haired man speak, “It is a pleasure and honor that you could join us, princess.” His voice was exact and his pronunciation defined.

You were taught propriety and etiquette. “As it is to make your acquaintance.”

He gave you his name, “General Hux.” His steely teal eyes analyzing your every movement, almost like you were a target in battle.

“General Hux,” you repeated the name sticking to your frontal cortex. Why was a general of a foreign army sitting in your father’s cabinet room? So you glanced back at your father.

“It is an honor to have the First Order join us on such an occasion. I believe an agreement can be made between our peoples. One that will benefit us all.” Your father’s words clanged like a bell. He spoke to the General but you could see his eyes dart to you.

Your face scrunched momentarily in confusion before your royal training kicked in and your face became your usual mask. The mantra of ‘royalty never wears their hearts on their sleeve’ played in your head.

You then turned your head to the General as he spoke, “It is a pleasure to be here. The Supreme Leader would be most pleased with an agreement. But as we have spoken, there must be something to bind the deal. We both have a problem that needs to be solved.” He was like your father, speaking to him but his eyes darted to you.

You then realized most of the attention in the room was focused on you. Something you were and weren’t used to. Your mother was the only other woman present in the room, the male gaze was crushing. But you knew it was better for your father to explain things than to speak out of turn. You were a guest in his cabinet room, as were the First Order, but you had little right to speak even as the princess. Unless you were spoken to or the floor was open, you were to keep your mouth shut.

Your mother and you were not like the women of your planets, you were not ‘free.’ You were expected to abide by tradition, to let men lead. You would never have the crown, that would always go to your husband since your father failed to produce a son. Or if your father were to die before you got married, the crown would go to some distant cousin of yours. You were born to serve your people and to serve the crown. That was your duty, and one day your duty would be to your husband.

Your father spoke again, “Yes, I agree with what the Supreme Leader, I believe he has agreed to the offer I have given him. Has he not?” Again his eyes darted to you as he spoke to the General. You watched as your mother failed to uphold the mantra, her mask breaking, her brow worried.

Hux lifted his chin in agreement, “He has. And he has requested that the binding be done as soon as possible.” His face then turned to you, but it was your father that called your attention.

“Ah, yes my dearest this involves you. The First Order has agreed to give us much needed protection in exchange for a portion of our resources. In order to conclude the agreement I have offered your hand in marriage.” His eyes were watching you as the news sunk in. He was handing you off to them, in exchange for the safety and future of your people. A sacrifice you knew you may one day have to make.

Your mask remained as you nodded to him, “And who am I marrying?” Your mother looked worried, her mask fractured. She only married into this life, she wasn’t born into it, she wasn’t trained from birth. Your father had the privilege to marry for love, something you might have been able to do if they had a son as well. But you were their only daughter, so you were going to have to marry someone that could one day become king, someone who would rule your people, something you couldn’t do.

Someone new spoke, a distorted and haunting sound said, “Me.” You turned your head to look at the man clad in all black. His helmet, his mask, obstructing any and all view of who he may be. The visor was so black that you doubted that there were even eyes behind it.

You heard the General clear his throat, “You will be marrying Commander Ren, Master of the Knights of Ren, and the Supreme Leader’s apprentice,” but your eyes did not leave the concealed man beside him as he spoke.

‘Royalty never wears their hearts on their sleeve.’ You tore your gaze from the Commander to return to your father’s face. “When will the wedding be?” Your voice was calm to those who did not know you, but you knew your parents could tell otherwise. As your mother’s face was painted with disdain before she tried to conceal her emotions.

Your father held your eye, “Tomorrow.” You could tell that if he were to speak any more than one word that he would have failed the mantra. This wasn’t something he wanted to do, but it was something that had to be done.

You quickly blinked a few times while taking one deep breath, all eyes in the room were still on you. You could not fail your people, you always knew your freedom was the price for theirs. A sacrifice you would always have to make. You turned your head back to the obscure man, “I would be honored to be your wife Commander.”

You watched as he lifted his chin in acknowledgment of you, but didn’t say anything. You could not tell what he was thinking behind that mask. It was like staring into the cold void of space, just as haunting, but somehow more forgiving.

Your father stood in fake excitement. “Then it is settled. We will have a small ceremony here tomorrow and then we will bid the happy couple goodbye.” You could tell this wasn’t something he wanted, but he had your people to protect, and this war was not the same one your grandfather saw.

Again it was General Hux that did the speaking, “Yes, shall we finish the rest of the agreement now?” It seemed apparent your presence was no longer needed. You were there just to be told you were to be married and that was it.

Your father nodded at the General, “Yes,” he then turned to you and said, “You can go now my dearest, you have a big day ahead of you tomorrow.”

As you stood up to leave could have sworn you could feel the Commander’s gaze as you left, but as you shut the door behind you, you could see that wasn’t true. His helmet facing forward to your father. He looked like a stoic statue, unmoving and menacing. Once the door was shut you practically ran back to your room, well, moved as quickly as you could because you were still in the presence of others. The staff couldn’t see your emotions falter, they were your people and your duty was to them. The mantra played on repeat as your feet carried you down the hall and eventually into your room, the door shutting behind you.

You crawled up into the large sitting window that you usually read in, the one you often played in as a child. As the tears began to fall from your face and as your vision began to blur you looked outside. The pale grey sky was now dark, and lightning sparked overhead. But what good would tears do now? Your duty was to your people, to keep them free. You always knew you would never have freedom, so what were you mourning? You blinked away the tears as fast as they started. You watched the brewing storm while your body felt numb. You had two mantras, ‘royalty never wears their hearts on their sleeve’ and ‘your duty was to the crown and its people.’ Two halves to the mask you had to wear.

Your tears were long dried up as you heard a knock on the door. You got up to answer it, your mother’s seamstress came bustling in with a rack of dresses and fabric behind her. “Up in front of the mirror your highness.” She was an older woman that didn’t take any nonsense or anything from anyone. You did as you were told and she immediately threw fabrics against your skin analyzing how they would look. You didn’t have much say in the matter, you almost never did unless it came to your daily gowns. You liked being as independent as possible but most of the time choices were made for you.

You were with her alone for a few minutes before your mother entered the room. She looked like she had been crying more than you had. Her mask always failed as she was too sentimental. She stood back for a few moments as the seamstress continued to work. She seemed to be unsatisfied with just the fabric as she pulled off pre-made dresses.

“No, she should wear something proper, something made for her. She is a princess after all.” Your mother pleaded with the seamstress. Her voice also reflected that she had been crying.

“I wish it were that easy your highness, but the wedding is tomorrow and she needs a dress. None of these fabrics work well against her skin or her body type. However, this dress does.” She held it up to you.

“But is it something a common girl can get? I don’t want her wearing something off of the rack. She only gets one wedding for crying out loud.” Your mother was on the verge of a meltdown. She was taking all of this much farther than you were, and it was supposed to be your wedding. But you felt as if it had yet to sink in properly, you wondered just how long she had known about this whole arrangement.

The seamstress shook her head, “No, it is a dress that I had designed for the both of you, I had the intention of dying it with an ombre effect but as of now it’s our best bet as a dress.” She was right, none of the other dresses on the rack seemed like a wedding dress, and as amazing as she was you doubted she could make a whole new one in time.

Your mother still didn’t seem convinced, but you just wanted this all to be over with, “I will take this dress. You are right, I do need a dress, this is a one-of-a-kind dress so it will work. There is no need to fuss over anything.” You wanted them both to leave, the reminder that you would be leaving tomorrow after the wedding reminded you that you needed to pack. Something that could be quite an ordeal for a short trip let alone picking up and moving your whole existence.

Your mother let out a huff of frustration but relented to your will, and she followed the seamstress out of the room. You were alone again, but before you let any bad thoughts in your mind take over you began to pack. It felt odd, packing your life up, the only life you had ever known. Especially within a few hours, you were going to have a new life as someone’s wife, a life of the unknown. A man you could barely even say that you had met, was going to be the one dictating your life and eventually one day your people.

You were midway through packing all of your summer/spring dresses when you heard another knock on the door. Opening the door, you were met with the face of your father. You let him in. As he entered, you could see that his hands were folded behind his back and his attention was focused on the floor. His usual contemplation walk, something was weighing on his mind.

“You know I had no choice,” he finally broke the uneasy silence between you. His eyes still cast down to the ground, his voice sounded as if he was between a hard place and on the verge of crying. His usual almost invisible cracks in his mask.

You faced him squarely, “I know.” It seemed as if both of your parents were taking this harder than you were. Your mask hadn’t faltered since the meeting, you only removed it when you were alone.

He brought his eyes up to meet yours for a second as he stopped pacing about, but then he resumed his contemplative walk. “I know it isn’t the decision my father would have made, but the Supreme Leader made an offer I couldn’t refuse. In many ways we are the ones winning in this deal, you are the only sacrifice.” You watched as his fists clenched and unclenched as he spoke. His vision always keeping you in sight but never looking directly at you. You knew he feared your reaction.

“My duty is to the crown and my people, and I will do whatever is asked of me. I have known this day would come since I was a little girl.” Your voice was firm and sure, you did know what your duty was. Yes, you had a hope that you might have been able to fall in love with someone, but you knew realistically that it would not happen.

Your father completely stopped pacing, standing before you with his fists now at his sides. He flexed his hands twice before his palms laid flat against his thighs. “I know, and I will be forever grateful for this. As will be our people. I just wish it could have happened under better circumstances. A war like no other is brewing, and we need to protect ourselves.” He held your gaze firmly, you knew he meant every word he said. He was speaking as the king now, and not your father. His mask is now perfect and rigid. He nodded once to you, before turning and leaving.

You were left alone once more as you continued to pack, later a servant came and delivered your lunch. Something that was rather unusual, but you wondered if the negotiations were still happening. Your father on a rare occasion would host an official luncheon to make deals like this, and that is when you usually had meals in your room. This is what you assumed was happening, you didn’t want to know all of the details even if you weren’t privileged enough to know them.

The hours ticked by as you finished packing away your life, the already gloomy light from your windows dissipating with each passing hour. There was a knock on the door, only this time it was a servant informing you that dinner would be ready in an hour and that you would be joining the guests from earlier.

This meant it was a formal dinner that you had to prepare for, something you hadn’t exactly planned on. This meant you had to wear one of the dresses you planned on leaving behind, one of the ones you would not prefer to wear, but it left you no choice other than to unpack what you had just packed. You put on the most suitable one you could find, one that had a lower neckline than you preferred as an unwed maiden, but you figured if your soon-to-be husband would be there that it wouldn’t be the worst option ever. You finished getting ready, putting more effort into your appearance than this morning. Hair done, makeup on, accessorized, and ready to face the music.

You walked down the long corridor to the formal grand dining room. Usually, your parents and you would use a small dinette area to eat as you preferred to be together that was versus the large airy and rather empty dining room. When you entered you noticed that your father’s cabinet and governors were also staying for the meal. You were greeted kindly as you sat down.

Your father sat at the head of the table, your mother beside him, and you beside her.

Directly facing your helmeted fiance and in between him and your father was the red-headed General. Your mother and you kept light conversation between yourselves as your father spoke to your guests.

But the General caught your attention, “The wedding will happen tomorrow early afternoon, both the Commander and I are now needed in the Hoth sector. So I do apologize for the rush.”

Your father chuckled and responded for you, “There is no need to apologize. It needs to happen either way, and this way both sides don’t get cold feet.” He then took a rather dramatic sip of wine. The General gave a small seemingly forced smile in kind.

Your fiance was the only one not eating, there was an empty plate in front of him, you supposed that it had something to do with the helmet. But his attention seemed to be on you the whole meal. Feigning to stay silent as conversation moved around him, his helmet facing you. Both your father and the General did not seem off-put by his muteness. You wondered if your whole marriage was going to be like this or would he eventually warm up to you?

Your father seemed to have a fake and dramatic jovialness to him the whole night, and your mother seemed to do her best to mimic this. The rest of the cabinet and governors did not seem to pay much attention, but then again they never really got to see who your parents were behind the mask of decorum and duty.

You were the first to turn in for the night; you didn’t have much conversation other than a bit with your mother. Your father’s cabinet and governors only tended to speak with you when they absolutely had to and your father was too wrapped up in conversation with the General, there wasn’t much keeping you here.

As you walked away, you could hear your father loudly say, “She needs her beauty sleep for tomorrow.” And you heard the laughter of men fill the room. And for some reason even though you knew he didn’t mean a word of it, it stung. You were about to be handed off like a piece of property in trade and none of them cared.

Getting ready for bed your brain was filled with questions that you knew you probably wouldn’t get answers to anytime soon or if at all. Would your husband keep his helmet on during the wedding ceremony? Would this be a normal marriage or just a marriage on paper? Would he expect you to do your ‘wifely duties’ every night or when he asked for them? When would children come into the conversation? Or better yet what was his first name or is it just Commander Ren? You knew absolutely nothing about the man you would marry in just a few short hours, and this kept you up through the night tossing and turning.

A maid came to wake you up or rather to tell you to get out of bed since you really didn’t sleep at all. You had barely started your breakfast before your mother’s lady’s maids pulled you into the refresher to start a bath and to get you ready; they were muttering something about the amount of work needing to be done to get you presentable. By the end of it all, you were as smooth as a baby and just as hairless too. One of the older women said that no man should have to wade through a jungle on his wedding night. They put you in a robe and dumped you in front of the vanity as they got to work on your hair and makeup. Never seeming to try to include you in any real conversation, after all, they weren’t your attendants, they were your mother’s.

By the time you were able to look at a clock, you could see that it was only an hour before your wedding. Around this time your mother entered the room, just as you were finishing up all of your extensive preparations. She put both hands on your shoulders as she looked at you through the mirror, choosing not to directly face you.

Her voice reflected her disdain about the whole affair, “I will tell you what my mother told me: when your eyes are open keep your legs shut, but when your legs are open keep your eyes shut. Remember your grandmother was in an arranged marriage with your grandfather.”

You didn’t know if she was trying to comfort you or give you horrid advice, “But I thought they had a good marriage?”

Your mother shook her head, “They did eventually, but that was what she told me before my wedding night, and your father and I married for love. You do not have that privilege so that is why I am telling you this. Love may eventually come your way but you will need to get over being strangers first. And unfortunately, if your soon-to-be husband is like most men you will be expected to consummate the marriage tonight. So remember what I said, keep your eyes shut, maybe persuade him to turn off the lights. If you do that, it will make everything a lot easier.” You didn’t really know how that would make things easier. You had yet to see this man’s face so how would choosing not to make anything easier?

“I will.” You wanted this conversation over with, you had been mulling over similar thoughts all night but none of your worryings would actually help you. You would do what you would have to do. In a little less than a half-hour, your soon-to-be husband would represent more of the crown than you did, and you would have to respect and obey that. You were both silent for a few minutes before your father entered the room.

Your parents just looked at each other for a few moments, having some sort of silent communication, before your mother left the room. Your father was here to walk you down the aisle. He seemed to be at a loss for words but he managed to say, “You look beautiful.”

All you could really do was look at him before responding with a quiet, “Thank you.” He then held out his arm, and you took it. Knowing he was about to lead you into the impossible unknown. Something you wished as a little girl would never happen, but here you were being led down the aisle in the throne room to meet your masked betrothed. That was one question that you had answered. Yes, he would be wearing it to the wedding.

Your father conducted the ceremony, which for a royal wedding was rather short. In the exchanging of vows, you learned that the Commander’s first name was Kylo. His voice was distorted and intimidating the whole time through his helmet. The kiss was awkward, you paused for a moment after your father said the famous words, “You may now kiss the Bride.”

You waited to see if your now husband would remove his helmet, but he didn’t. You were forced to inelegantly kiss the cold metal of his helmet. Something that did not reciprocate your warmth, something that blocked your ability to know who this man was that you had just married. But your father started the gaiety as you two broke apart, the room filled with fake joy. It made you feel for a split second that this was an actual wedding and not the sealing of a contract. Although you had the rings to prove it, you did not feel as if you had just been married. No you felt as if you were just traded away.

The ‘celebration’ moved into the formal grand dining room once more for a light luncheon, because soon you and now husband would have to leave so he could head off to who knows where to do who knows what. Your husband still refrained from eating as others seemed to mull about and enjoy themselves. Although you ate you stayed by his side throughout most of it, having to put on a fake smile, your own mask, as people congratulated you two. He still did not seem to speak, it was almost as if you had just married a droid.

It wasn’t long before your reception was over and you were being escorted to a shuttle. Your mother couldn’t seem to look you in the face as she hugged you goodbye, and your father’s mask was resilient at not showing you how he was truly feeling. But you could tell this wasn’t what they wanted, but it was what needed to be done. ‘Royalty never wears their hearts on their sleeve’ and ‘your duty was to the crown and its people’ were exactly what was chanting silently in your head as you walked into the shuttle after giving your parents hugs.

Your things had already been sent to the main ship, the Finalizer. And you felt rather out of place. Not only was the entire ride silent other than the pilots needing to speak to one and other and the space traffic control for landing. You also looked out of place, everyone else on the shuttle was wearing their uniform, but in many ways, you stood out with the Commander. He was not in any sort of similar uniform to those around you, and you were in a wedding dress. All in all, it made you feel rather exposed for the first time, even though you were modestly dressed.

When the shuttle landed you both unbuckled, you half expected him to hold out his arm to you but instead, he barely paused on the exit ramp before telling you to, “Follow me.” It wasn’t pleasant, it was quick and harsh. It made you feel as if you were an obstacle in his life, something he would have to deal with instead of trying to work with.

You followed him through the halls, your hands folded in front of you as you watched officers and stormtroopers dodge out of the way. This was the first time you ever felt like you were some sort of spectacle, you had always lived in the public eye, but now you could really feel the judgment. You were walking behind your husband, and you looked absolutely out of place on a military vessel. He walked like he belonged here, or rather this place belonged to him, whereas you felt as if you were trespassing on someone else’s ship, a frightful guest trying not to impose on anything.

He paused for a split second as the doors to his chambers opened, or rather your chambers. They felt empty. Nothing in them screamed that someone lived here. There were no personal effects, nothing to say that this was a personal permanent residence. You sheepishly followed him into the bedroom. Where you could see your luggage piled up into a corner.

There was no speaking, only uncomfortable silence before you heard his belt hit the floor and the order to “Strip.” He was planning on consummation then, with no prior discussion or preamble. Your hands shook as you tried to comply. Reaching behind yourself to undo the zipper. In a half of a moment, you were now in just your underwear before him, showing more of yourself to him at this moment than you had to any man ever. He was stripped down to just his pants.

Through the distortion of the helmet you heard your next order, “I said strip. Once you are, lie back on the bed.” So it was going to be closer to what your mother said than you had initially thought. You were going to consummate your marriage with less than a hundred words spoken between you two other than your vows. But you obeyed.

Now you were fully exposed to him as you lied back on the bed. You didn’t know if you should cover yourself out of embarrassment or if that would only result in further scolding. So you decided to keep your hands as fists at your sides. Just lying there naked for him to take in. So he was nude except for the helmet, but you felt as if you would be scolded for asking why it was still on.

He brought a hand in between your legs, touching the delicate folds there. You remembered what your mother said, and you screwed your eyes shut. His hand seemed to rub along your slit before a finger was thrust inside of you. Causing you to gasp and grab the sheets. “What are you doing?” Your eyes now open wide as you looked him in his masked eye.

You heard a modulated huff of frustration before he said, “I thought you would appreciate some preparation for your first time. Before I fuck you. You are a virgin are you not?”

Your lip trembled, out of both fear and light pleasure. “I am,” you said barely above a whisper. You could feel your body wash over with shame at the admittance. In this moment he made you feel as if being a virgin wasn’t enough, that somehow it wasn’t good enough. But you were taught to be a maiden until your wedding night, where your husband would claim you as his own. And now you felt as if, he didn’t want you. Something that struck you with humiliation straight to your core. You squeezed your eyes shut, hoping that it would be enough to mask your feelings.

“This will be the only time you get it, so relish in it, princess.” Your title came out as a harsh bite rather than a sweet gesture. He quickly inserted another finger, stretching you and then another. Preparing you for his cock, but there was little warning as he pulled his fingers out of you before he slammed himself fully inside of you. There was a loud perverted groan coming from your husband as he did so.

He did not even let you fully adjust to him as he began relentlessly assaulting your cervix. Your body clenched tightly around him, causing him to elicit another monstrous sounding moan. You had no idea how long you were there, under him as he indulged in his carnal desire. But you knew it was over after he filled you with hot cum. You received no pleasure from the exchange as he pulled out and got off the bed.

You tentatively opened your eyes as you heard movement in the refresher attached to the room. He came back with a wet cloth and rather roughly cleaned you up before pulling his pants back on. “This will be the only time you receive any sort of cleanup from me.” He was making his stance known to you.

You timidly watched as he redressed himself in the clothes that he had taken off. As you saw him prepare to leave you had a hint of courage to ask. “Where are you going?”

He sharply turned his head towards you, “To my room. This,” he gestured behind himself, “is your room. I should make it known that I expect you to perform your wifely duties whenever I want them.” And he stepped out the door which shut behind him. Leaving you all alone on your wedding night, freshly fucked, without an ounce of sympathy thrown your way.

A/N: https://www.unchainedatlast.org/about-arranged-forced-marriage/ National Domestic Violence Hotline at 1−800−799−7233 or TTY 1−800−787−3224.

#kylo ren #kylo ren x reader #kylo ren imagine #masking the heart #kylo ren smut #kylo x reader #kylo x you #arranged marriage au #star wars imagine #star wars

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mikauzoran · 3 years

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Ladrien: Drunk Ladybug on My Balcony? Yeah. This is Fine.: Chapter Ten

Read it on AO3: Drunk Ladybug on My Balcony? Yeah. This is Fine.: Chapter Ten: Rêve Bleu

“Alyaaaa,” Marinette whined into the receiver the next morning. “I think I messed up.”

Alya blew out a snort, switching her phone to her other ear as she closed her laptop and carried it with her back into her bedroom. “Understatement of the year. I assume you’re talking about asking Adrien out?”

Marinette paused, taken aback by her best friend’s seeming clairvoyance. “Wait. How did you know?”

“Nino and Adrien just left my house, like, thirty minutes ago,” Alya informed, closing her door behind her and settling down onto her bed. “Girl, what were you thinking?” she asked nonjudgmentally. “Seriously. Talk me through it. I just want to understand what was going through your head.”

Marinette sighed, collapsing backwards down onto her chaise. “I don’t know, Alya. I was so convinced that he would say no if I asked him as Marinette. I mean, he’s never really treated me any nicer than anyone else, but…but you said he had a crush on Ladybug, and I thought, ‘Wait. I’m Ladybug’, so… I messed up.”

“Yeah,” Alya affirmed gently, shaking her head and smiling sadly.

“And the worst part is he totally has a crush on Marinette,” the girl in question groaned in agony.

“Wait. What?” Alya pulled back to frown down at her phone before bringing it back up to her ear. “How did you finally come to that absolutely correct conclusion?”

“He told Ladybug!” Marinette whined in exasperation. “I gave him my Ladybug phone number, and I saw his favourite contacts list, and I was like, ‘Who’s ‘Princesse’?’, and he was like, ‘Oh, that’s my friend Marinette. You know Marinette?’, and then he went off, Alya. He went off on this, like, doctoral dissertation on how amazing and wonderful I am.”

“I love when he does that,” Alya giggle-snorted, trying to contain a full-blown case of the giggles as she imagined the look on Ladybug’s face as Adrien waxed poetic about Marinette.

“Alya, I almost died,” Marinette asserted theatrically, as if she actually believed it. “He is the sweetest human being, and he says the most beautiful things. Like, the sounds that come out of his mouth are gorgeous.”

“I can’t tell you how vindicated I feel now that you know I was right all along when I told you he was sweet on you,” Alya chuckled smugly.

“Yeah, yeah. Rub it in,” Marinette grumbled, flipping over onto her stomach to bury her face in her throw pillow. “I just can’t believe how easily he told Ladybug he had this huge crush on me.”

“Marinette, he’ll tell anyone who will listen how great you are,” Alya sighed in amusement. “You should have listened to me.”

Marinette grunted and then whined. “I just wish I could have heard about his feelings for me as me, though.”

“Well, you could have if you had just asked him out to coffee as you,” Alya chided without heat.

Marinette gave another pitiful moan for good measure. “I should have just asked him as Marinette. Now, yet again, I have made my life unnecessarily complicated. I really didn’t think this through.”

“Well, I mean, the way I see it, you’ve got a couple choices,” Alya began to innumerate. “First off, you could wait until he inevitably realizes your secret identity and then feels hurt and betrayed because you lied to him and used your superhero status to trick him into dating you. In the alternative, you could come clean and date him as Marinette. Lastly, you could cancel on him as Ladybug and ask him out as Marinette. I think those are the main options, so…what do you think you want to do?”

“Alya, I can’t tell him my identity,” Marinette stressed, a hint of panic in her tone. “That would put him and me and all of Paris in danger! No one can know who I am.”

Alya bit her tongue on the issue of Alya knowing Marinette’s identity and how the world hadn’t stopped turning. “Okay. So, cancel on him.”

“Alya, I can’t cancel on him,” Marinette groaned, rolling over onto her back once more. “He’s really looking forward to this. If I cancel without a good reason, it’ll break his heart, and he’ll get akumatized, and I can’t fight Adrien, Alya. I just can’t, and then Papillon will win and Paris will be destroyed!”

Alya pursed her lips. “Okay. So…are we just going to lie to Adrien, then, and wait for him to figure things out and get hurt by your duplicity?”

Marinette winced. “You don’t take any prisoners, do you?”

“Nope,” Alya confirmed.

“Isn’t there an option where I can still date Adrien but not have to have my identity exposed?” Marinette haggled, as if Alya could magically make it be so.

Alya gave an indignant cluck, shaking her head. “I don’t think so, but…I mean, it’s your life, Marinette. You’re the one who has to make this choice and live with it. I’ll be there to support you if it blows up in your face, but…what do you want to do?”

Marinette was silent for a long stretch as she analyzed her options and mulled over the decision. “…I think…I want to go on the date with Adrien as Ladybug,” she responded slowly, giving each word its due weight. “Just the one date, and then I’ll tell him that I don’t think it’s a good idea for him to date me as a masked superhero because that’s not really fair to him.”

Alya bit the inside of her cheek, doubting Marinette’s ability to stop after just the one date but letting her friend make her own choices. “Okay,” she agreed. “If that’s what you want, do that…. Do you want me to pump him for information on his ideal romantic date?”

“Oh my gosh. Yes, please!” Marinette laughed giddily, happily kicking her feet in the air now that the decision had been made and she could allow herself to actually look forward to her long-awaited first date with Adrien. “Could you really?”

“Yep,” Alya confirmed. “On it.”

With God as her witness, Alya was going to make sure that this date was everything Adrien and Marinette had ever dreamed it would be.

She wasn’t going to let a minor setback like Ladybug asking out Adrien get in the way of her master plan to make sure Marinette and Adrien got married.

Saturday morning found Adrien agonizing over his outfit for the day.

“Plagg,” he hissed in a panic, poking his head out of his walk-in closet. “I don’t have anything to wear! What am I going to do?!”

“Kid, she thought you were charming the other night when you were wearing pyjamas,” Plagg pointed out tiredly, having been subjected to this particular brand of nonsense all week. “Just…put clothes on. If you’re feeling especially fancy, put clothes on that match, but I’m telling you she won’t care.”

Adrien turned a disappointed pout on his kwami, sticking out his bottom lip. “Plaaaagg. Pleeeease? I really need your help.”

“Oh, fine,” Plagg sighed, switching off his soap opera and floating reluctantly in to survey the wardrobe situation. “What exactly is the problem here? You’ve got plenty of clothes.”

Adrien frowned at the two-tiered wall of clothing. “It’s called choice paralysis. There are too many options, so I feel like I can’t possibly pick the right one.”

Plagg flew up to the top rack and grabbed a green argyle sweater with three-quarter length sleeves, dropping it on Adrien’s head. “Didn’t your girlfriend tell you that that one really brought out the green of your eyes?”

Adrien blinked, holding up the shirt to inspect it. “Uh…yeah. I think Marinette did tell me that.”

Plagg tossed down a white, collared shirt, instructing, “Put that on underneath and roll the sleeves into cuffs like you do with your usual overshirt. She likes that.”

“Oh. Um… Thanks,” Adrien replied haltingly, genuinely surprised that Plagg was being so helpful and offering real fashion advice. “Wow. That’s… I think this will actually look really good. Thank you, Plagg.”

Plagg gave an indignant snort. “Of course it will look good. I, for one, have been paying attention the past seven years, unlike a certain model I know. I trust you can pick out your own jeans?”

“Yeah, I should be able to manage,” Adrien chuckled, shooting his kwami a grateful smile. “Seriously. Thanks, Plagg. I’m kind of freaking out.”

“You’re welcome,” Plagg replied as he made his way back into the main room, calling over his shoulder, “Make sure you’re not wearing embarrassing boxers you wouldn’t want your date to see!”

“Oh my God, Plagg,” Adrien whined, his face, neck, and ears exploding in a heated scarlet blush. “Don’t be gross! It’s just a date. A first date! We hardly know each other,” he protested. “At least…we’re not supposed to know we know each other.”

“Yeah, well…let’s just say I’m anticipating you two hitting it off,” Plagg snickered.

“Stop teasing me. Meanie,” Adrien grumbled petulantly, turning to his large assortment of jeans.

He bit the inside of his cheek.

There were…a lot of jeans, and he wasn’t quite sure which would go better with the sweater. A dark wash? Light wash? Distressed? Ripped?

Adrien pursed his lips and furrowed his brow. “…Hey, Plagg?”

At one o’clock on the dot, Ladybug landed on his window ledge and gave the pane a perfunctory rap.

Adrien’s jaw dropped as he suddenly realized why she had called Chat Noir earlier in the week asking how he had made small modifications to his suit over the years.

In place of the iconic, spotted bodysuit, the girl at his window wore a red, cowl-necked sweater dress with black suede boots, black leggings, and a thin black belt resting on her hips. Her hair was pulled up in a messy chignon at the base of her neck, and instead of her usual mask she wore oversized rose-coloured sunglasses.

“Wow,” he greeted her as he opened the window. “You look great. I love what you’ve done with the suit.”

“Thank you,” she chuckled, stepping down into his room and tucking a stray bang back behind her ear. She smiled appreciatively as she took in his outfit. “As much as your pyjamas suited you the other night, I think I like this ensemble better. The sweater really brings out the green of your eyes.”

His cheeks quickly reddened to match her dress. “Oh, yeah? You think so?”

“Mmhm.” She nodded bashfully, smile shy yet sincere.

“Oh, good,” he chuckled, reaching up to rub at the back of his neck. “I was kind of stressing over what to wear. Don’t tell anyone, but I’ve got almost zero fashion sense.”

“I’m sure that’s not true.” She waved away his self-deprecating assertion.

In fact, she knew it wasn’t true because Adrien had often times given Marinette spot-on advice on her inchoate creations. But it wasn’t like she could tell him that because Ladybug had no way of knowing.

She was beginning to see the flaws in dating Adrien as her superhero alter ego.

“I’m completely serious,” he insisted, laughing at his own expense. “Typically, when I’m going to be leaving the house, my father’s personal assistant puts out pre-approved clothes for me. Today, I’m not officially scheduled to be anywhere, so I was on my own as far as getting dressed.”

“I’d say you did pretty well,” she praised.

“I cheated,” he admitted shamefacedly. “My friend Marinette told me this looked good on me, and she’s an aspiring fashion designer, so I trust her opinion implicitly.”

Ladybug, unexpectedly, looked away to the side and blushed at his proclamation of Marinette’s trustworthiness. “Well, I mean…it’s good that you have a friend you can trust with your wardrobe dilemmas like that.”

“Yeah,” he hummed warmly, “I’m lucky to have her.”

Ladybug was going to explode. Between him complimenting Ladybug and praising Marinette, she wasn’t going to last through the whole date.

“So, um… Well…you look very nice,” she managed, only sounding a little flustered. “Ready to go?”

“Absolutely!” he cheered enthusiastically, smile rivaling the natural light that flooded into his room through the windows in brightness.

She pursed her lips as a sliver of doubt seeped in. “You don’t think anyone will recognize me, do you? I mean…I wasn’t thinking very clearly when I asked you out. If Papillon thinks that we’re close, I could be putting you in danger.”

Adrien stopped bouncing excitedly in place and gave her an earnest once-over. His brow furrowed as he scrutinized her from all angles, his hand coming up to rest thoughtfully on his chin.

“…I honestly think we’re good,” he finally decided after much deliberation. “The only things that really scream ‘Ladybug’ about you are the earrings which are too small for passersby to notice and the yoyo, but that just looks like a ladybug-themed purse when it’s not in use. I think people will realize it’s you when they see us flying through the air on your yoyo, but once we get where we’re going, you can always set us down in an alley, and we can walk out surreptitiously. I think people are more apt to recognize me than you when we’re on the street.”

“Okay, good,” she blew out in a sigh of relief with a shaky smile. “I’ve just kind of been freaking out because I’m a little scared I’m about to get you killed or kidnapped or tortured or something. Sometimes…” Her voice caught, and she swallowed and tried again. “Sometimes I’m a little scared of how far Papillon is willing to go.”

He reached out and rested a reassuring hand on her arm, giving her his best confidence-inducing smile. “Ladybug, don’t worry. Everything is going to be fine. I trust you…and I’m more capable than I look. Nothing bad is going to happen, so let’s just go out there and have fun getting to know one another, okay?” He turned up the wattage on his smile before pulling out and slipping on his own pair of black movie star sunglasses.

She nodded, smiling tentatively as she wrapped her arm around his waist, preparing for takeoff. “Okay. You’re right. Let’s…Let’s go have fun.”

“Where are we going first?” Adrien inquired as they crossed over to the Right Bank on the opposite side of the Seine, headed northeast via yoyo.

“Montmartre,” Ladybug informed with a mischievous smile. “I’ve got a surprise for you.”

His eyes lit up, and his grin spread even wider. “Really?”

She couldn’t help but chuckle fondly at his earnest excitement. “Yes, Silly. I mean, I know we kind of talked about date ideas via text—the definite ‘no’s and some things we would be interested in, but… Today is supposed to be one big surprise, so… Let’s just say that I have more than one trick up my sleeve.”

“I can’t wait,” he chuckled, heart overflowing with joy.

He’d dreamed of this day for so long, it was hard to believe it was actually happening. Ladybug really had come up with a romantic surprise date all for him.

Suddenly, Ladybug’s swing reached its apex, and she pulled her yoyo loose from its anchor, throwing it once more to carry them forward.

Just for a second before the yoyo latched onto its next mooring place, they were freefalling, and the drop made Adrien’s stomach flutter.

He couldn’t keep in a giddy laugh. He wanted to whoop and scream like on a rollercoaster, but he somehow didn’t think that would be appropriate.

“You doing okay?” Ladybug inquired, giving him a concerned sideways glance, trying to watch where she was going and monitor him at the same time.

“Never better,” he answered, and it wasn’t even that much of an exaggeration. “This is exhilarating! Sorry. It’s just…maybe the ride is smoother in your super suit, but I feel like I’m on a thrill ride.”

“Oh. Yeah,” she chuckled, blushing slightly as she remembered the times when Chat Noir had carried Marinette. The experience was a good deal bumpier without the suit to absorb the impacts.

“Do you like thrill rides?” she wondered, mentally crossing her fingers. “I’m sorry. I’ll try to make the transitions less jarring, but—”

“—No, no,” he hurriedly assured, still laughing. “This is wonderful. I love this.”

“Oh, yeah? Good.” She smiled, an impish glint in her eye as she threw her yoyo harder, latching onto one of the thirty-story hotel buildings that had been built before the law banning buildings from being more than six stories inside of the ring road.

She launched them high into the air and then let them drop into a dizzying spiral.

She held Adrien tighter as he laughed his head off, screaming, “Woohoo!!!” like he was having the time of his life.

“You okay?” she chuckled as they came out of the fall and back into a regular swing.

“Do that again!” he begged. “Please do that again!”

“As my Prince commands,” she readily acquiesced, propelling them up and then letting them fall as he screamed in elation as the adrenaline made his heart beat faster.

“Sorry. I’m screaming in your ear, aren’t I?” he realized too late as they returned to her normal swinging pattern. “I’m really sorry,” he repeated guiltily. “I wasn’t thinking.”

“Oh, no worries!” she assured. “The suit protects my hearing. Besides, you have a lovely scream.”

“No one…has ever told me that before,” he spluttered, trying to keep from bursting out laughing.

“Glad I could be the first,” she replied through a grimace, internally cringing at the stupid things that perpetually escaped her lips.

“You should hear my singing voice,” he teased, giving her a wink that nearly did her in.

“Oh? Do you sing well?” she hummed in interest, glad that he hadn’t called her out for being a total weirdo.

“Very,” he replied with confidence. “Do you sing, Ladybug?”

“Not particularly well,” she admitted with a pained smile. “I mean, I sing okay as a part of a chorus or as a backup singer, but I don’t think I’m particularly good at singing solo parts.”

“Oh, I’m sure you’re lovely,” he insisted, his kind eyes full of confidence in her.

He couldn’t say, “I hear you hum and sing to yourself sometimes when we’re on patrol”, but he knew she had a sweet voice when she didn’t think anyone else was listening.

“We could sing something together, if you like?” he suggested.

Ladybug mentally froze, trying to remember if Adrien had ever heard Marinette sing and deliberating whether he would be able to recognize her voice. Was that something he’d paid attention to?

“You mean…like a duet?” she asked cautiously.

“Mmhm. Just for fun,” he encouraged. “I would never make fun of you, and no one else is listening, so…how about it?”

She pursed her lips and debated whether she really wanted to embarrass herself in front of her crush.

On second thought, she always embarrassed herself in front of him, so that wouldn’t really be anything new.

He seemed in earnest, though, and he obviously wanted to sing with her, and the point of this outing was to take Adrien on a romantic date straight out of a fairytale, so…

“Okay. If it would make you happy, I’ll sing a duet with you, but I was completely serious when I said I wasn’t that good. I’m not just being modest,” she warned. “So…what would you like to sing?”

A faint blush spread across his cheeks as he tentatively broached the subject, “Well, I can think of one song in particular that would be appropriate for the situation. Do you know Ce Rêve Bleu from Disney’s Aladdin?”

She had to think about it for a minute. “Um…yeah. I think I know most of the lyrics at least. I’m sure you can help if I get stuck.”

“But of course,” he assured with a charming smirk. “I’ve always got your back, My Lady.”

Her entire face turned as pink as the tint of her sunglasses, and her heart skipped a beat.

It should have felt wrong for Adrien to call her by Chat Noir’s special nickname, but…somehow it didn’t. In the back of her mind, she chided herself for her betrayal.

She forced herself to breathe and smiled kindly as she gently informed, “That’s actually what Chat Noir calls me, so we probably need to find a unique nickname that only you are allowed to use.”

“O-Oh!” he stuttered, mentally kicking himself for slipping up less than half an hour into the outing. There was no way his identity was going to survive intact through the date if he kept going at this rate. “Sorry. Right. I knew that. I’ve heard him say that during interviews,” Adrien covered smoothly.

“No worries,” she insisted, giving him a little squeeze of reassurance. “I would just prefer for you to call me something only you call me.”

“Right.” He wracked his brains for something he hadn’t already used as Chat Noir. “How about…Nelle? As in ‘coccinelle’?” He bit his lip, brow furrowing. “That’s not very original, is it?”

“No, it’s fine,” she assured with a musical chuckle, adoring being able to see his facial expressions this close. He was absolutely adorable, and she love, love, loved how expressive his eyebrows were. She could watch them dance through emotions for hours. “I mean, Chat Noir calls me ‘Buguinette’ sometimes, so they’re on a similar level. Besides, ‘Nelle’ is kind of cute.”

Adrien’s frown deepened as he began to worry. “Is ‘Buguinette’ not cute?”

“Don’t you dare tell a soul,” she replied in a semi-threatening tone. “I’m swearing you to secrecy on this, you understand?”

He nodded, not sure if she was joking or if she really planned to kill him if he let whatever she was about to tell him slip. “Mmhm. Of course.”

She burst out laughing. “I actually love it.”

His heart swelled with pride and joy and vindication for all those years she had denied it left and right. He knew she secretly loved it.

“At first I wanted to throttle him because I thought he was goofing off too much while we were supposed to be working, but…” She shook her head, a warm, affectionate smile clinging to her lips. “It’s really grown on me.” She looked back to him with a deadly serious expression. “Don’t you dare tell Chat Noir. I will never live it down if you do.”

“If I had a free hand, I’d raise it and take an oath,” he swore. “I promise Chat Noir won’t hear it from me.”

Because he’d technically heard it from her but…

“Good,” she decreed, sounding satisfied. “So…singing?”

“Singing!” he agreed enthusiastically.

“…Do you want to start?” she inquired when a few seconds passed and no singing occurred.

“No, you sing Aladdin’s part,” he encouraged. “I’m obviously Jasmine.”

She blinked, wondering how he was going to sing the higher part. It actually worked out better for her because her voice got a little shrill and crack-y when she reached for the higher notes, but…

“You know. Like how she’s trapped inside her empty, lonely palace because her father is misguidedly trying to protect her, and her only friend is a cat?” Adrien explained, misinterpreting Ladybug’s silence. “And you’re the daring adventurer who’s come to rescue me from my boredom and isolation and show me a whole new world?”

“Oh,” she responded, coming back into the present moment. “Okay. Yeah. That makes sense.” She paused, mentally rewinding the tape. “Wait. Do you have a cat?”

Adrien pressed his lips together and tried not to smile at the irony. He only succeeded in looking extremely guilty. “…No.”

She quirked an eyebrow at him, a puckish smile curling up the corners of her lips. “Adrien Agreste, are you hiding a stray cat in your room?”

“I can neither confirm nor deny your accusation,” he answered with an incriminating grin.

“Mmhm,” she snickered. “Well, you’ll have to introduce me to him—her?—one of these days.”

“Him,” he confirmed, giving her a soft smile. “And yeah. I think that’s probably a good idea. Maybe not today, but…yeah. Soon,” he promised, knowing in his heart that it was hopeless to fight the inevitable.

If she didn’t figure him out, he was bound to crack under the guilt of keeping secrets and the frustration of her not seeing her partner standing right in front of her when she was with Adrien.

“So…” he gently guided them back on track. “…singing?”

“Singing,” she affirmed and then shot him a sideways look that informed him that she meant business. “No making fun of me.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he swore solemnly.

And then she began to sing. Her voice was tentative at first, but she slowly gained confidence as Adrien grinned at her like she had personally created the oxygen supporting life on planet Earth.

She sang a little more assertively, her notes syrupy and sweet as the deeper melody line brought out a richness in her voice.

She fumbled some of the lines and started to lose her nerve, but Adrien gave her a supportive squeeze and began to whisper-sing along with her until it was time for Jasmine’s part to come in.

And then he belted the lines he had clearly memorized long, long ago.

Ladybug stared at him in amazement as his voice soared, the words so clear and crisp. He didn’t need to drop it down an octave either, and she found herself a little jealous that he could sing higher than she could without sounding like he was straining at all. His notes resounded, playful and bell-like, making her almost forget to pay attention to where she was headed with her yoyo.

Adrien Agreste could sing.

And, oh, how she wished she were recording this. She could listen to his voice for an eternity.

That was it. They were having Disney movie singalong night. It had to happen. Either as Ladybug or Marinette, she was going to find a way to get him to sing for her again because now that she knew what his singing voice sounded like, there was no way she could survive without it. She wanted him as her ringtone.

She mentally hit the pause button to wonder if she were acting too stalkerish again.

It was in that moment that she realized she hadn’t been singing Aladdin’s descant to Jasmine’s lines.

Adrien didn’t seem to mind, though. His voice gracefully glided over the notes as he looked yet again like he had never had more fun in his life.

She smiled as she joined back in, singing soft and low, trying to mesh her voice with his.

Serendipitously, they sounded pretty good together, and she found herself relaxing and just enjoying the way their notes melded lusciously into a cohesive whole.

In that moment, being with him felt so right, and all of her fears of rejection and humiliation and making him feel bad and ruining their friendship left her.

As she set him down on the slightly sloped roof at the base of the white domes of Sacré-Coeur, she finally felt at peace.

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likesomekindofcheese · 4 years

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hi, if you haven't already, could you do a pieces reader x the queen boys? if you only want to do one, it's your choice :)

I haven’t done one yet, so here it is! All three with a Pisces! Enjoy!

Deaky...

Deaky is a natural romantic and you are a hopeless romantic so it’s an automatic good match! He loves to write you songs and list all the things he loves about you and leans your head against your shoulder when he’s tired.

You two like to bop along with everything in life. But together and smiling. He is fiercely devoted to you and is always at your side even when things seem scary or uncertain. And you adore his loyalty to you and match it with your overwhelming love of him to the point of near worship.

He feels so lucky to have such a sweet and patient listener. Sometimes, after a long recording day with everyone bickering, he lays down on the couch and you snuggle up to him, play with his hair, and let him rant it out while you give him affirmation of his experience and tell him everything will be okay. So then he just cuddles you for a while and sometimes you both fall asleep on that couch talking about everything and nothing

Sometimes dates get a little spontaneous, with seeing a new place especially. “I want to go there someday,” you say.

“Y/N…let’s go today.”

“Really?

“If we keep saying we will go there someday, then we will never go there at all!”

So you wind up going to whatever thing or place.

Though you both enjoy laughing and giggling like two little kids. You both take off your “adult” masks sometimes and let loose. There was one time you even took to splashing in puddles in the rain and accidentally got him. But he just laughed and grinned warmly.

You love to be escapist sometimes. And your imagination takes you. Sometimes you tell Deaky little stories before bed about him being some noble knight and you being a sort of mage and what sort of adventures you both go on. He enjoys it and always asks if he ever gets the courage to slay some monster. You always make sure he does. It’s like a story before bedtime, but he feels free to do so. In return, he shows you his Flash Gordon comics and his nerdery over them. It’s that level of childlike fun and comfort with you two.

Now for Roger...

You both have big hearts. Roger always keeps up with the news. He reads the papers every day and keeps up with it on television. But if it’s too disturbing, you have the freedom to ask him to stop. He will click it off and lovingly touch your shoulder and say “I’m sorry love, I hope you’re alright. You’ll be safe.”

You both have a flair for the artistic. At one point, Roger teaches you to play the drums with you on his lap. He shows you all the tricks and the way it can alter a song, albeit subtly, but present. It’s fun to play with and sometimes he has to pry you off his set!

But you both see the best in each other. When you feel more insecure, Roger will tell you about your creativity, your kind heart, your passion, and how loving you are, and how much he loves you. “Being a looker helps too” he adds with a slight laugh.

Roger and you also have a lot of curiosity regarding each other. Sometimes late at night, you will ask all sorts of silly questions to each other like “what cereal did you eat as a kid?” or “which month of the year’s the best for you?”

Sometimes you listen to Roger as he drafts lyrics and covers for all of his songs and projects. When he feels odd, uncertain, or like his own skills are crap, you are right there to assure him and hype him up. He also does the same for you for all of your own projects and ideas, for fun and professional. He adores how you affirm and lift him up, it gives him confidence. It a side of himself he doesn’t show often, so it makes you pretty special!

Although you are both very different. Sometimes at parties, Freddie will say something like “how in all the bloody hell did you two even end up together?” after a drink. But you two will look at each other and laugh. You balance his fire and he gives you strength and energy. Roger is the sun and you are the moon.

The way you communicate, though awkward at first because you hate confrontation, you can see right into Roger’s soul and you can tell whatever is really going on through him and hug him. Roger learns to think before he speaks. You both make a loving, romantic, and very soft pair.

Lastly Brian...

At first, you two were just pining away. There would be loving looks and glances and little talk, but nothing much. Until finally, Brian walked up to you and asked you out and you nodded eagerly, nearly squealing, and said yes!

You are both sensitive and imaginative. On your first date, Brian took you to this beautiful painting gallery that was going to be in London. There was one piece that was so lovely you both stared at it for a full five minutes. You even noticed a slight tear on him and wiped it off, and he kissed your hand as thanks.

Brian is very loving as a boyfriend. He nurses you with soup and blankets when you are sick. He holds your umbrella when it rains. He gives you a safe haven with him to be who you are and do whatever you would like and speak as you wish.

You both are very go with the flow kind of people. One evening you were looking at the options of what you would make together for dinner and you said that they both looked good. When you asked Brian what he thought he said he would be happy with either option! So you just closed your eyes and pointed at one recipe and picked it.

Brian is SUCH a sap around you. He calls you all sorts of nicknames like “honey”, “my lady/my man/my dearest one,” “my bird”, “my pearl,” and so on. It makes you melt just to hear it. You turn really red and smile really big and mutter a small thanks and kiss his cheek.

You love looking through the photos he has taken over a while and reminisce. You laugh over the time Freddie tried an acrobatic trick over a hotel pole in a closet. You admire a beautiful costume Brian wore that made him look like he had large white wings. And you share memories of your own experience with him as well. You both grow closer.

You both have artistic natures. You love listening to him strum on his more acoustic guitars when you both need peace and quiet while drawing or writing or reading or crafting or whatever you enjoy doing. These are sweet moments because you don’t need to touch or talk, just each other’s presence is enough.

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nopperabounet · 4 years

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FT 095 - Sakurai Atsushi Interview

Fish Tank 95 Interview with Sakurai Atsushi Reporter: Okubo Yuka Translation: Lola

How did you spend New Year's?

I didn't do anything in January, so I honestly can't say much about it.

Really? In that case I'd like to go back and talk about "THE DAY IN QUESTION 2019". So on the first day, you played in a new venue in Takasaki.

It felt rather special you know, to have our first show be in Gunma as it's also our home turf.

How did you find starting the set list off with "Muma - The Nightmare"?

It felt like a powerful way to start. No matter which song it is, or how many times we've played it, I try to make each part compelling to listen to by having a clear image during rehearsals, and I think that came through.

Including the two winter themed songs, "Snow white" and "SILENT NIGHT" made for an impressive performance.

It seems like Yuuta and Hide were in agreement about that. Like if we're going to do a segment with two winter songs, then these two feel right for that. I think they left an impression on everyone involved. Back in the day, I would sing with the guitar for "SILENT NIGHT", but now because I have the ear monitor, I can adjust the sound the way I like so I wondered what it would be like if I sang with the rhythm parts. It worked out because I didn't really mind it.

As for "Datenshi", it was also your first time performing it live even though you had already recorded it. How did the audience react to hearing it for the first time live?

Even though we've played the song and heard it a number of times by then, the audience knew absolutely nothing about it. So I think it's a little hard to say, I mean they only heard it once. But I did wonder what sort of impression it gave everyone.

You also changed the set list up a little bit for each venue.

The idea came while rehearsing for the first show in Takasaki, I thought if we're rehearsing them anyway, why not perform them all, this way we can do our utmost to ensure that each show has a different feeling.

Were there any incidents during the tour?

No, it ended without any incidents . . . . . . Well ok, there were a couple of little hiccups. Like my surprise at the intro that sounded like NIN [1].

Oh, are you referring to the "LOVE ME" performance at Yoyogi?

Yes. I was taken aback. Like what? Is this really how the song goes? *smiles*

Did you end up double-checking reflexively?

I thought something happened because of where I was on stage, so I wanted to verify.

It was also your first time performing at Yoyogi Stadium, how did you find being on stage there?

The people who are high up and in the last rows are terribly far away as I expected. But at least the audience can watch the show on the huge screens. It's just that there's really absolutely nothing I can do about it, they felt too far away. I told them I was sorry they were so far. There wasn't even anyone directly in front of me to soothe my heart[2] even though both sides of the venue were filled right to the back. It felt a little strange.

Were you nervous?

Even though I'm doing this with others, I do have to concentrate on drawing the performance from myself, and that's not something that changes even if the venue does.

One thing that was different on that day from the others was that there was a camera above the stage during "Saibougu Dori: Soramimi: PHANTOM".

As always we had Hayashi-san as our Director, and as he always does, he came up with a few ideas on how to change things up for us. So he said, "What do you think of having a camera above the stage?" And we said, "Sounds great, let's try it out." I thought it was funny because that was all decided without us knowing that it would be live streamed on (WOWOW).

I know "LOVE ME" isn't exactly meant as a happy song originally but, I thought it was incredible, it had that great rousing feeling like a grand finale. It was moving.

That was the point of choosing this song, I thought it might give that feeling. And I was thinking that if it's the absolute last song, then it might make everyone happy, including Yuuta *smiles*.

Yuuta-san?

He hadn't picked it as the last song, but it was his song choice. We've ended shows with it before as well, and you know, once in a while I think it's good to do that.

Before the super rousing "LOVE ME" performance, you said, "Let's love ourselves." These are impressive words, so what were you thinking about to make you say that?

When you translate it directly, it's "Watashi wo aishite"[3], but I think it's important to love yourself first. This even ties into what's coming in the new album, so it's been on my mind a lot recently. But it's not like I had arranged to say that or even talked about saying something like that, it was really just me letting out my personal thoughts in the moment. I wasn't trying to sound super serious or anything, but I was trying to say that nothing will start if you don't take care of yourself first. I figured it would work with this song.

Hearing you say that, and considering what you told me about writing the lyrics for "Datenshi" in the previous issue, I thought you might like to talk about it a little more.

Thank you for that. Last year, lots of people came to our concerts, and so the year felt incredibly complete. It was just that I had a lot of stuff going on in my personal life, like my friend passed away, then I was hospitalized again, and the balance between my mind and body had seemed to once again deteriorate so it was a very off year for me.

So have you turned over a new leaf with this new year? Or do you feel like your struggles are still ongoing?

It is something that I am actively working on, but at least I can put my feelings into work in this way, and use that energy to create something. So I'm not just bottling everything, and so with the new year I've slowly come to be more at ease with myself thanks to those around me.

I'm so glad. Right now you're in the midst of recording, and you've been putting in the vocals for Hoshino-san's songs right?

Yes. Our little ant has been hard at work as always *smiles*.

So you've been working with the ant and the grasshopper?

Actually, I haven't had a chance to see the grasshopper recently. Because we never hang out *smiles*. Recently I heard that for the grasshopper it feels like New Year's only just ended.

He told me he has five songs ready.

Really? Good, he's serving his purpose well enough for now then.

How do you feel about being done with the lyrics for both of Hoshino's songs?

I finished up with the second song today. It feels like I'm just getting by, doing things one step at a time.

It's good to have a range in what you're able to say in songs, but what sort of feeling do you think the songs may have when they're done?

I'd say the one I recorded today has that swing beat pattern like festival drums. Like heave-ho! Heave-ho![4] *smiles*

That's . . . . . .hard for me to imagine so what sort of lyrics did you write for that?

Fruitless ones[5].

Do they tie in with what you put out before with "Datenshi" and "Luna Park"?

I think I can sum up my position in "Datenshi" by saying I was confronting my own feelings. It's a dark song, so it moves away from that festive direction. It's that depressed feeling of being unable to guess a person's feelings completely. So it's like, ok from now on, I will strip away the mask I wore to protect myself.

Did working on the lyrics for the other two songs go relatively smoothly?

I always worry you know. I change them right up till the very day I'm going to record the vocals for them because there's no way for me to know if they're ok. I have to check them over myself. So I worry but, I've been trying to tell myself it's better if I just do what I like.

I still can't really get a full picture of what the album will be like but, how do you think it will turn out to be?

You know I'm not sure, I'll know more once I've heard more of Imai-san's songs.

According to Imai-san, the album's theme will be a word with seven characters. So that means he must have a precise image in mind.

That's his hint?

That's his hint. *smiles*

I haven't had a chance to see the grasshopper lately so I don't know. If we hadn't announced it in Yoyogi . . . . . .I wonder whether or not he'd get anything done by autumn. *smiles*

I hope his progress goes well *smiles*

I hope so too.

You will also be starting a tour in May.

If our old bodies don't give out on us before then. But I want to get through this so we can do it.

Do you feel like you have a lot of emotions you'd like to express with your lyrics?

Yes. From the first listen it was like, "Ah yes, this song will be like this." I knew right away what I wanted them to be about. So now I want to hurry up and sing them.

Lastly, would you please offer a message to everyone looking forward to the tour in May[6].

To all the fan club and mobile members, it's a domestic tour as you know but we're hoping to give it a slightly different feeling than a typical hall tour because we'd like the audience to feel closer. I don't really know if it will work out, but I do hope we can do the concerts. Also, I wanted to thank everyone for wearing things like masks during this difficult time.

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[1] I am assuming that NIN stands for Nine Inch Nails.

[2] I had a little bit of trouble here. The word used in Japanese is 'スコーン' can mean the Urdu word 'sukoon'. Sukoon refers to a state of calm in the mind and peace in the heart. Thus I translated it as 'to soothe my heart'. However, the katakana used can also be translated as 'scone'. In which case Sakurai would be saying that there wasn't even anyone in front of him with a scone. That sounded off to me, but I'm including it in a note just in case that is what was meant.

[3] Sakurai translated "LOVE ME" into Japanese here.

[4] He specifically uses the sounds cried out during festivals for the drummers, and the "Heave- ho!" is what is usually cried out by those carrying the portable shrine.

[5] The word used, "不毛" has several different meanings. Without knowing the exact lyrics it is difficult for me to judge which English word would fit best. Thus I chose "fruitless" as it had the broadest range. Other possible meanings include: barren, sterile, stark, bleak, desolate, vain.

[6] Sadly this tour has been postponed due to the Covid-19 virus for everyone's safety.

#buck tick #buck-tick #sakurai atsushi

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anotheraucreator · 3 years

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Chapter 1 Notion!Tale

Barren Wasteland (Specter)

“Ehew…”

Specter tried to slow his breath as he walked in the wasteland of an unknown AU

“I need water…” He said mouth parched

He shoveled snow with his hands until he lost feeling, but found nothing.

“COME ON!” He dug even deeper into the ground

But the snow began to melt as flames sprouted from below.

“Crap!” he backed away quickly before the being could see him

He hid behind a bush as a thing that could only be described as a beast

The flames around him looked as if a snake was coiled around his body, while he wore charcoal armor that had cracks filled with lava. His eyes weren’t even there but instead were just hollow holes, and his lips split open as if they had been torn apart from each other.

His entire body was made up of white fire incinerating nearly everything in the vicinity.

This was the one known as The Inferno, Emperor Blaze.

Specter’s heart panged against his chest, screaming to get out.

“Hmm, I could’ve sworn someone was here.” Emperor said

He burned the very ground he walked on and sent out flames towards hiding spots.

Specter just wanted to run away, ‘get out of here!’ he thought to himself

He looked around for an escape, when he found the hole Emperor emerged from.

“Where are you~?” He incinerated more and more potential escapes and places to hide

Thankfully Specter was behind him, all he needed to do was jump down.

He began to count down “3...2….”

“Gotcha!” The Emperor turned around quickly and Specter’s heart skipped a beat

“1!!!” He rolled out from under the bush he was hiding in as Emperor reduced it to ashes

Specter got back up and ran towards the entrance to who knows where

“Not so fast.” The Emperor threw out several blue flamed arrows that seemed to erase the air itself, a bead of sweat formed on Specter’s face as he dodged one arrow

He slid into the hole as The Emperor spoke

“I’ll find you again.”

***

“Gah!” Specter had fallen into a cavern and onto a solid rock

He got up with panging in his head

The cavern was hot and humid with several cracks in the walls where lava flowed

The paths which used to be rivers were completely devoid of water.

This only made Specter thirstier.

He limped through the cavern as his hair puffed up until he finally found some source of reflection

He needed this as he couldn’t keep his physical form unless he knew what his appearance was

The flames had combined with some sand and created a field of glass, it was a truly beautiful sight. He ran over and looked into the reflection of himself.

A teenager, brown curly hair, blueish-green eyes, freckles, and tanned skin. His body was well-built seeing as he was surviving with no food or water for months.

After seeing his reflection he sighed and lied down on the glass field.

“Entry number 300, my trust in him was quickly betrayed, It seems the Emperor wanted the ectoplasm for energy, thankfully I escaped.” He had been making entries in an old tape recorder he found. Before he had been clustered and woke up in this unfamiliar landscape

His sanity was lost the first 100 recordings, but he managed to gain it back while in the Emperor’s kingdom. His mother always told him he was special, but was this true? He couldn’t even fight off the Emperor and on several occasions was nearly eaten. He was alone...in a barren wasteland.

As he was deep in thought, the glass broke, revealing a creature so hideous it seemed to shake Specter’s SOUL

A beast with a spinal cord outside of it’s body, one huge yellow eye with a red pupil, teeth able to chew through with steel with ease, red leathery skin, no legs, and two skinny arms with mangled claws. It was so big it filled the entire area below the glass field, which was about the size of a large town.

-GROAA!!!

The monster let out a large roar with it’s mouth open as Specter fell towards it.

Specter wasn’t scared of it however, as he had dealt with more fearsome creatures.

Ectoplasm left his pores, he formed it into a large tentacle about ¼ as big as the monster.

But he quickly created more and latched them onto the creature, at first it seemed useless as Specter was falling even faster towards the monster’s mouth, only 2 minutes until he would be digested. But he had a trick up his sleeve, an electric current dashed down the tentacles hitting the large monster with nearly 10,000 volts of electricity.

The monster shrunk as it was dried of nearly all of it’s blood before turning into slightly undried jerky. Specter fell onto the body and it cushioned him as expected.

He had gone even deeper under the surface, but he didn’t have time for that

He dismantled the monster with a large knife made of Ectoplasm. And started a fire by using his Ectoplasm as an oil and scraping two rocks against each other, sparking a decently sized fire.

He cooked the meat of whatever the monster was (He just started to call it Eyegoblin), and ate it. And like expected, it tasted like vomit, but he still ate it anyway. He needed some food after all that’s happened. His hand was burned from the fire of Emperor, and his other burned from cooking the meat, his left foot lost a big toe from having to fight a wendigo-like skeleton, his right arm had several slice marks from fighting a crazed little girl, and his chest had a deep hole in it that he got from being impaled by a bone from a taller skeleton. Thankfully the hole wasn’t through his body and was able to be covered with ectoplasm until it healed. He thought he looked a little like iron man with his chest like this. As ectoplasm was a pulsing blue slime-like substance. But Specter knew he wouldn’t be able to enjoy his rest and went deeper into the lower floor of the cavern.

Wow, you’re quite Dull (Xerox Sans)

I walked into another room this one filled with...rubber ducks.

“Frikin Discord did this didn’t he?”

[Author: No, this place is...odd]

I turned towards the ghost-like entity known as the author who always traveled with me. Of course they were more like a body base, not looking male nor female, with no special features, just a floating body wearing a jacket and jeans that were for both girls and boys.

“Tsk, I felt a shaking and appeared in this maze of doors, how is this not Dis?” I asked

[Author: *Gasp* Are you doubting me! I feel so hurt.]

I cringed at their words.

[Author: Well in all honesty, I actually have no idea what’s happening, this isn’t my creation]

I looked down the polished, ceramic, hallways. They were white and shone beautifully.

And then there was a girl skeleton. Wearing the usual attire of an armored ninja, but shrunk to fit her and no mask. She had a large pencil on her back and a pouch of miniature bombs on her side.

“Ey kid, go away” I shouted

The skeleton’s eye sockets darkened and she ran towards me at an incredible speed. Seemingly surpassing sound itself.

“Oh shoot!” I barely dodged a bomb that exploded, creating a large crater.

A bead of sweat formed on my skull as a dodged yet another explosion.

[Author: Nope, I ain’t bout to late you storyshift]

“Crap!” Xerox shouted

He ran towards the skeleton with no other option and summoned a gaster blaster

The blast rushed towards her but she easily dodged and threw another bomb that stuck onto Xerox

“I’M HIJACKING THIS!”

[Author: But my time aint up you still got 5 minutes]

‘Crap,crap,crap!!!!’ Xerox thought as the bomb exploded propelling him into a wall, nearly breaking through it. He was coughing up blood but he still had some abilities.

Several red knives shot up from his back and rushed towards the skeleton’s head

[Author: Funny how two skulls are fighting aint it.]

‘SHUT IT’ I thought

[Author: oh no]

“YES!”

[Author: Rest In piece Dull]

“Dull’s a nice name” I said

I proceeded to dash behind Dull and kick her into a wall, she coughed up a large amount of blood. I then summoned BRAVERY fists which crushed her deeper into the wall, and lastly I summoned a gaster blaster that shot her straight through two more walls. She sat there, nearly dead and unconscious

“WOOO I WON” I celebrated

[Author: No, you cheated]

“No u”

[Author: -_-]

“LOSEEERRRRR” I danced over Dull’s body, she began to twitch

“Welp time to go!” I teleported into another room as Dull woke up from her unconscious state.

#au #newau #stories #undertaleau #undertale #long reads

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