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Marinette Dupain-Cheng’s Spite Playlist: Original CH14

It’s my birthdaaaayyy~~ Here is this especially long chapter of everyone’s favorite pile of salt. I hope you all have a wonderful day and enjoy the ride that is this chapter!

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Chapter 14

Marinette chewed her lip, picking at the hem of her shirt as Clara and her manager flipped through her designs. She’d barely slept all night because of nerves, and now she was in overdrive. Did Clara like them? Hate them? Had she let her down? Marinette wished she’d say something.

After a few minutes, Clara flicked her gaze up to Marinette, a smile curling on her lips, and with an amused giggle, she stood up and took Marinette’s hands.

“You can definitely chill because these designs really fit the bill. Choosing you was in good taste; Eloise, send these to my tailor, post haste,” Clara winked, and Marinette breathed a sigh of relief. “Truly, great work, Marinette. I love them.”

“I’m glad. Thank you so much for this opportunity,” Marinette said, bowing politely, and Clara giggled.

“Although your formality is rather cutesy, there’s no need since you and I are friends, you see,” she spun Marinette around then pulled her in for a hug. “I felt a connection with you right away. If you ever need anything, you just have to say.”

Marinette’s chest swelled as Clara pulled away and brushed her nose with a finger.

“Eloise, write her a check for her beautiful mind,” Clara ordered, pacing over to the piano. “I’ve got an idea for a new song that will be simply divine!”

Clara’s manager tore a check from her book and handed it to Marinette as Clara began to pluck at the piano.

“Goodbye, my dearest friend. I’ll miss you until we meet again!” Clara blew a kiss as Marinette was escorted out, and she waved over her shoulder with a small smile.

As the door closed behind her, she glanced down at her check, excitement bubbling up through her core. Clara liked her designs and considered her a friend! She was actually going to wear one of her original designs in a few months!

“I’m so proud of you, Marinette!” Tikki said as Marinette tapped the button for the elevator. “You worked really hard, and it paid off.”

“I’m just happy that Clara liked my designs. It’s not about the money for me. I want to design clothes that make people feel good,” she said, stepping onto the elevator. “I can’t wait to tell everyone!”

“We should celebrate,” Tikki suggested, and Marinette shot her a knowing smile.

“You just want to snack on cookies,” she teased, brushing her kwami’s nose with one finger.

“I want to celebrate your accomplishments!” Tikki shot back indignantly. “If there happens to be cookies there then so be it.”

“Tell you what,” Marinette said as the elevator dinged on their floor. “Why don’t we celebrate now? Let’s go get some ice cream.”

Tikki perked up at that then ducked back down into her purse, and Marinette shut the clasp as she paced out the front doors of the hotel. Starting up the street, she pulled out her phone to look up where Andre was stationed today, and failing to look up as she rounded the corner, she collided with another person.

“Sorry!” She gasped as they both stumbled backward, but upon seeing the face of her victim, her face hardened.

“Finally apologizing for trying to upstage me? It’s about time,” Lila said, flipping her hair, and Marinette rolled her eyes.

“I’m sorry for bumping into you. Nothing else,” she crossed her arms over her chest and stepped around her.

“So, you’re not sorry for abandoning all of your friends then? For turning your back on Alya?” Lila quirked a brow, and Marinette’s shoulders curled.

“Alya made her choice,” she replied flatly.

“And she chose me over you,” Lila laughed. “She even got us matching bff necklaces. She’s so sweet.”

“Congratulations. I’m sure your genuine friendship built on honesty and trust will last a lifetime,” Marinette said before stalking a few paces up the street.

“I’m just glad she finally deleted her blog dedicated to that insect. She has so much more time on her hands to do all of my work now,” Lila examined her nails. “You know, because I’m class representative since you so shamelessly deserted your post.”

Marinette bit her lip hard, hands clenching into fists at her sides. She’d always known Lila was evil, but she really had a way of one-upping herself. Turning back with a sharp retort on her tongue, she drew a breath just as a silver limo pulled up to the curb, and Martin climbed out.

“Hey, Marinette, I saw you, so I had my driver pull over,” he said, flicking his gaze between them. “Do you and your friend need a ride?”

“Ha! She and I will never be friends. I have much better taste,” Lila grunted, and Martin’s eyebrows furrowed.

“Then if you don’t mind, please don’t say mean things about her. She’s my friend, and she’s incredibly nice,” Martin requested politely, and Lila rolled her eyes.

“Lots of people are nice, but not everyone can claim to be the great-grand daughter of the world-famous piano player Victor Laurent,” she said, flipping her hair with a smug grin.

“Victor Laurent didn’t have any children. He died alone at the age of 72 from pneumonia,” Martin said, tilting his head to one side, and Marinette stifled a laugh as Lila’s shoulders tensed. “And anyway, Marinette’s great-uncle is a world-famous chef with his own brand of cookware. My mom loves his knives, so she’s just as connected as you, maybe even more so since she’s honest.”

Lila gasped in offence before shooting a glare at a smirking Marinette and stalking off. Martin turned to Marinette in confusion as she threw her head back with a laugh.

“So, that’s the girl who turned all of your friends against you?” Martin asked, and Marinette nodded. “Wow. No wonder you changed schools. I would have changed cities.”

“I thought about it,” Marinette said, rolling her eyes.

“Well, I can take you the rest of the way home if you want,” he offered, gesturing to his limo.

“Okay, but can we make one stop first?”

Several minutes later, they sat together on a bench with ice cream cones in hand. Martin eyed her a moment, staring blankly ahead though he picked up a hint of something else in her eye. She looked sad.

“Are you okay? Did that girl upset you?” He asked, and she blinked, shifting a little before taking a bite.

“It’s not so much her,” she said after a moment. “It’s just…Do you think it was selfish of me to leave knowing what she is? To let my friends be manipulated while I ran away?”

Martin seemed to weigh it for a moment before replying, “I wouldn’t say so.”

“But I did turn my back on them and left them to be used…”

“That’s a fate they chose.” Marinette’s eyebrows raised at that. “You tried to tell them multiple times, but no one believed you even after you’d proved to them time and time again that you were honest and trustworthy.” She shifted her gaze to her lap so he continued, “You can’t help people who aren’t willing to help themselves, Marinette. I had to learn to do that the hard way.”

“Yeah, I guess,” she pursed her lips.

“You’re not responsible for other people. You were in a situation that was detrimental to your well-being, so you got out. It’s not selfish to take care of yourself when you’re hurting,” he assured her. “You have a good heart, and I know you care about them and would do anything for them because you do that for us, but don’t ever let it get to a point where you destroy yourself to take are of someone else because at some point, they need to wake up and start taking care of themselves.”

“Wow. You really have grown up a lot,” Marinette remarked, a smile curling on her lips. “You were really brave earlier when you stood up for me.”

“It’s all thanks to you that I can now. Before you, I never could have done something like that,” he blushed, rubbing his neck. “You’re the most selfless person I know, so don’t worry about whether your decision was selfish. Taking care of yourself is important too.”

“Thanks, Martin,” Marinette said, leaning against his shoulder. “I almost stooped to her level, but you saved me today. You’re a good friend.”

“I want to keep getting stronger so that I can protect the people that I care about,” he said, and Marinette bit back a smirk, taking a bite of her ice cream.

“Like Macy?” He stiffened under her smug grin, cheeks darkening three shades.

“I- no!”

“Oh, come on. I see the way you look at her,” Marinette said, nudging him with her elbow.

“You’re not going to tell her, are you?” He pleaded.

“Nah, don’t worry,” she assured him. “Your secret is safe with me.”

“Thanks, Marinette,” he relaxed.

“Thank you,” she winked. “I really needed to hear all of that.”

“Anytime,” Martin smiled. “That’s what friends are for.”

***

“So, how are things going on your lonely high road?” Chloe asked as her butler cut her steak for her, and when Adrien averted his gaze, she smirked. “Ready to do things my way?”

“I’m not going to be mean, Chloe,” he said firmly, picking at his broccoli.

“Sooner or later, you’re going to realize it’s the only way,” Chloe said, accepting a bite. “You let Alya delete her stupid blog. I always knew she was a fake fan, but I am enjoying absorbing her followers on my new blog.”

“Chloe, she’s being manipulated, cut her some slack,” Adrien chided as Chloe smiled down at her phone, and she quirked a brow.

“And whose fault is that? She’s turned a blind eye to everyone’s attempts to help her, so she’ll only have herself to blame in the end,” Chloe said, and when Adrien seemed terse, added, “You could expose her easily, you know. Two phone calls max is all it would take. We could get Jagged Stone or Prince Ali to come set her straight.”

“I don’t want to humiliate her,” Adrien said, shifting his gaze down to his plate.

“Why not? She had no problem humiliating Dupain-Cheng and driving her from the school,” Chloe pointed out, and Adrien skewered a cut of meat a little too forcefully.

“Yeah, and Marinette is still hurting from that,” he retorted. “Revenge is not the answer.”

“You’re awfully protective of Marinette,” Chloe remarked, a smirk curling on her lips. “She must be a good kisser.”

Adrien surged forward, spitting his drink a little as it sailed down his windpipe. He coughed, beating his chest with his fist while Chloe looked on in amusement.

“What is that supposed to mean?” He wheezed, reaching for a napkin.

“Don’t play dumb, Adrikins. You two were getting awfully cozy in the garden at that party,” she said, continuing her meal nonchalantly. “It’s a shame those sprinklers turned on all by themselves.”

Adrien’s face fell into his hand with a sigh, and he pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Look, nothing happened, okay? We almost kissed, but that was it,” he insisted, and Chloe simply shrugged. “I…don’t know how I feel right now, okay? I’m still trying to figure it out.”

“If you say so,” Chloe relented. “Although in my experience, people don’t try to kiss their ‘just friends.’”

“So, Lila,” Adrien cleared his throat, picking up his fork again and resuming his meal.

He tried to play it off, but Chloe could see the distinct rosy tint burning on his cheeks.

***

“Remember, class, you must all pick a painting to write a report about that will be due next Tuesday, so be sure to take good notes while on your tours today,” Mme. Pierre instructed. “Remember where we are meeting for lunch, and try to learn something today.”

Marinette glanced around at the other museum goers as Mme. Pierre dismissed them, and Macy took her wrist.

“Let’s walk around in a group,” she said, and Marinette noticed Martin on her other side. Several paces ahead of them was Eliott and Lisette walking arm-in-arm, and off to the left was Thomas and his new girlfriend surrounded by their posse. Marinette caught sight of long red hair slinking up the hall alone and pressed her lips into a firm line.

“Let’s go this way first,” she said, tugging Macy’s wrist to follow her.

“Okay,” Macy smiled, following suit with Martin in tow.

“Shouldn’t we invite Eliott and Lisette?” Martin asked.

“No way. They’re spending quality time together as a couple. They’ll meet up with us at lunch,” Macy waved it away. “It’s hard to believe it’s been three months since they got together. Almost five months since you came into our lives too, Marinette, and two and a half months since the epic downfall of little miss bankrupt.”

Macy pointed to Gabrielle jotting down notes in front of a painting with a giggle.

“Macy, that’s mean,” Martin chided.

“So was she. I think she got what she deserved,” Macy shrugged. “She used to torment you, shouldn’t you be laughing too?”

“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean I think she deserves to be miserable,” he curled his shoulders. “She’s been a lot different lately, and I’ve forgiven her. You should too.”

“Aww, Martin,” Macy wrapped her arms around his shoulders, turning the tips of his ears red. “You’re an angel, you know that?”

Marinette bit back a smile watching him falter and fixed her gaze on the painting the tour guide was explaining. Her eyebrows knitted together as she zeroed in on the crowd, a familiar face listening intently.

“Nathaniel?” She gasped, flicking her gaze over to the statue across the room where Kim was mimicking the pose for Max and Alix. Mylene and Ivan were reading a placard, hands twined while Juleka and Rose studied a map.

“Looks like we took the same field trip,” she jumped at Adrien’s voice in her ear, and he placed a hand on the small of her back to steady her. “You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m-”

“Marinette?” Her spine stiffened as Nathaniel called out to her. “Guys, it’s Marinette!”

“Marinette!”

“Yo, what up?”

“It’s good to see you!”

“I love your buns.”

“We missed you,” Marinette blinked at Rose’s declaration, suddenly surrounded by her old classmates. Her old friends.

“I-” she started, heart hammering in her chest, and she bit her lip to hold back tears. “I missed you guys too.”

“Aww.” Everyone crowded in for a hug, complimenting her hair and expressing their joy of seeing her again.

“Well, well, look who it is. Long time no see, Marinette,” The crowd around her parted at Lila’s voice, and Marinette felt her blood run cold as she laid eyes on Alya who quickly averted her gaze. “Are you enjoying your new school? Why did you transfer anyway? And without telling any of us! We were so heart broken.”

Marinette held her challenging gaze for a moment, and Adrien shifted beside her.

“Lila-”

“You’re right. I’m sorry,” Marinette said, cutting him off and turning to her classmates. “I know I should have told all of you, but it was a sudden decision I made because I wanted to focus on my future. I hope you’re not all mad at me.”

She flicked her gaze back to Alya briefly as everyone processed before Kim spoke.

“How could we be mad at you? You’re like, the best,” he said, and Alix nodded in agreement.

“Yeah, we were all just confused, but we know how important your future is to you,” Mylene added.

“I mean, you could have said goodbye,” Nathaniel said, and Ivan elbowed him.

“We’re just glad to see you again. We haven’t heard from you, so we were afraid to come see you,” Rose said, curling her shoulders. “We’re sorry for being bad friends!”

“Rose,” Marinette laughed, patting her back as she buried her face in her shirt and began to cry.

“But you’ve had some crazy cool adventures at your new school. Tell us about that Jagged concert,” Alix requested, and several classmates echoed their agreement.

“Hey, Marinette, we’re gonna move to the next exhibit,” Macy said, parting the crowd to reach her. “We need to take notes for our report.”

“You’re right. Sorry, I have to go,” Marinette winced, though her former classmates only smiled.

“No sweat, Marinette.”

“Hey, we’re all having lunch in the courtyard, you should sit with us!” Mylene said as Macy toted her away.

“Uh, sure,” she called over her shoulder.

“Martin told me about your run-in with that girl a few months ago, so I wanted to get you out of there,” Macy said once they were safely in another room. “You were being so brave.”

“Do you want us to be your buffer today?” Martin asked, and Marinette smiled.

“Thank you, both of you, but I’m fine. Seeing everyone again has actually put my mind at ease. At least now I know they don’t hate me,” she said, hugging her arms to her chest. “My biggest challenge today will be avoiding confrontation with Lila.”

“Well, you know we’ve got your back,” Macy linked an arm through hers with a smile.

“I’m really good at avoiding people, so I can steer us away from them as we explore,” Martin added, and Marinette felt her hear soften.

“You guys are the best,” she breathed with a laugh.

“You’ve protected us in the past, so now it’s our turn,” Martin said, nudging her with his elbow.

“Yeah, we’re just returning the favor.” Marinette tightened her grip, leaning her head against Macy’s shoulder, reminded what real friendship looked like.

Martin’s stealth proved effective as the morning wore on, and Marinette barely saw any of her old classmates. As much relief as it brought her to know they still thought of her as a friend, she wasn’t ready to dive all the way back in. After all, they were still enamored by Lila, so she needed to tread carefully.

“You know, most people don’t avoid popularity.” Marinette turned over her shoulder to see Gabrielle scribbling in her notebook, and upon noticing Marinette staring, her face fell into a scowl. “Don’t turn around! I don’t want people to know we’re talking.”

Marinette’s eyebrows furrowed, but nevertheless, she turned back to her painting and pretended to study it.

“You ran away from your old friends because you said they ditched you, but they seemed more than happy to see you,” she remarked.

“It’s complicated,” Marinette said, jotting down information from the placard. “They’re being manipulated.”

“By the girl from the café?”

“Yeah,” Marinette pressed her lips into a firm line.

“She is quite the show pony,” Gabrielle smirked. “Your friends are stupid if they buy half of her stories. They don’t even make sense.”

“Lila is very charismatic. She tells people what they want to hear, so they don’t question it,” Marinette replied.

“She’d make a great politician,” Gabrielle said with a laugh, but Marinette remained quiet. “It would be easy to take her down, you know. There are holes in all of her stories. You just have to pick one.”

Marinette paused her writing and lowered her notebook with a frown.

“I’m not getting involved. It’s not my job to save everyone,” she said curtly, and Gabrielle shrugged her shoulders.

“Maybe not, but I think you enjoy it,” she said, and Marinette pursed her lips. “You like playing the hero, not for any glory or self-elevation, but because you like helping people.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Because even though I was mean to you and your friends, you still come by my café every Tuesday so I don’t have to walk home alone. Because you talk to me at all when everyone else abandoned me,” she lowered her gaze. “Because you use your light to illuminate others, not just yourself. Martin was a spineless twig before he met you. Eliott was a complacent coward. You can’t help yourself, Marinette. You’re a good person.”

“Do you really think exposing her is what I should do? She’ll end up hurt and alone,” Marinette bit her lip.

“Maybe, but she’ll have brought it on herself. Sometimes you need to lose everything in order to change. If you leave her like this, she’ll never stop, and she’ll never grow.” Gabrielle let out a short laugh. “Take it from someone who knows.”

Marinette lowered her gaze, eyebrows knitted together as she weighed those words. Did she want to help? Of course. But should she get involved again at the expense of her own well-being? She wasn’t sure.

Lila was slippery, and she wasn’t sure she could even take her down completely, and if she did, she’d only cement her as an enemy. She needed a different way, an indirect way to make everyone see without calling her out to her face.

There is one person who would know what to do.

Marinette pursed her lips as Chloe flashed in her mind. She’d requested her help once before, but did she even still want it? Did Chloe even still care about Lila?

“Guess who?” She jumped as a hand clamped over her eyes, and a playful lilt sounded in her ear.

“Adrien?” He lowered his hands, and she turned to find that Gabrielle was gone. Adrien hugged her close, touching his forehead to hers.

“You doing okay?”

“Yeah, I’m…fine,” she said, shaking her head to clear it, and Adrien gently turned her around, hugging her from behind and bringing a flush to her cheeks.

A few times since the night at the party they’d found themselves in compromising situations, but they were always interrupted before anything happened. She didn’t really know what they were, but Adrien grew more affectionate each time they saw each other. He often fretted over her well-being and did anything he could whether it be taking her out for a while to distract her or just listening to her worries. He was always patient and supportive while she worked through everything, and each day she loved him more and more.

“I know you’re avoiding everyone, but let’s walk around together for a bit. It’s been a few days since I’ve had time to see you in person,” he requested, his lips brushing her cheek, and a smile curled on her lips as she turned and twined her fingers through his.

“Okay,” she said, and he glanced down at their hands, a smile tugging on his own lips.

“Are you sure you’re gonna be okay with everyone at lunch?” Adrien asked as they walked.

“I’ll be fine,” she insisted, though Adrien felt her grip tighten.

“I’ll be right there with you if you need me, okay? I’ve got your back,” he promised, and she relaxed a little, nodding appreciatively.

Adrien kept her mind off of everything for a while, discussing various paintings and relaying stories from recent photoshoots and fencing tournaments. He told her jokes and made her laugh, kept her smiling when she started to look sad. But lunch eventually came, and he held her hand the whole walk to the courtyard.

“Marinette!” Macy waved them over to their group, and as soon as she sat down, her old classmates flocked to her.

“So, who are your new friends?” Rose asked, settling in with Juleka.

“Uh…”

“My name’s Macy, and this is Martin, Eliott, and Lisette,” Macy cast her a reassuring smile as her old classmates introduced themselves one by one, and she tried to relax her shoulders.

“Oh, Lila! Over here,” Kim called, flagging her down and causing Marinette’s stomach to flip. Everyone flicked their gazes to her with eager smiles though Marinette felt like she could vomit. “This is Lila. She has an amazing life.”

“Same,” Macy smiled sweetly.

“Last summer she helped save an African village leader from choking,” Nathaniel said, beaming up at her.

“It was the least I could do after he agreed to sign my petition to teach the children how to read,” Lila waved it away.

“Oh, Eliott and I love charity trips. Our parents have an organization that ships out clean water and recycled clothing to third world countries. We visited a few in Africa last summer to help build huts and dig wells for them,” Macy shot back.

“Those kids played a mean game of football,” Eliott nodded with a reminiscent smile.

“She also spent Christmas in Achu with Prince Ali and his family. They’re close personal friends,” Rose gushed.

“Oh, Achu is lovely at Christmas, but we usually spend it in London at the royal family’s Christmas party. It’s a blast! My dad played water polo with Prince William in college, and they’re still good friends,” Eliott chimed in. “That reminds me, Marinette, you have got to come this year.”

“You know Prince William?” Rose gasped, cupping her cheeks.

“I have his number. Sometimes I babysit when we go to visit,” Eliott shrugged as if it were no big deal.

“Ugh, don’t get him started. He’ll brag all day,” Macy rolled her eyes, but the classmates turned their attention over immediately, that is, all save for one.

Marinette took a bite of her sandwich, but it felt like sand in her mouth as Lila glared at her. As much as she should have been happy that Lila wasn’t getting the attention she wanted, she just couldn’t. Because she knew that this was only giving her fuel to come up with better lies and new ways to use her friends.

Alya’s absence from the group only served as a further reminder of how deep Lila’s claws had sunk into her old school, and Marinette knew it was only a matter of time before she got her revenge. Gabrielle was right. She’d never stop.

“You okay?” Adrien leaned into her ear, and she blinked down at the sandwich she was crushing.

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom,” she said, setting her sandwich on top of her bag and getting up.

Macy and Adrien exchanged nods as she scurried back to the museum, and he followed after her as Eliott performed a scene from the Miraculous show he’d been in months prior. When he caught up to her, she was halfway up the hall, and she turned to him with the most tortured of expressions.

“Hey, I’m here, just breathe,” he held out his arms, and she stepped into them without hesitation.

Her shoulders shook as she took ragged breaths, and Adrien rubbed her back, whispering gentle reassurances in her ear.

“Talk to me,” he said once she’d calmed enough.

“Just…They’re all so taken with her, and she does nothing but use them and rub it in my face,” she growled. “And I know that I could expose her in an instant. I have Jagged Stone’s phone number. Clara Nightingale texts me! I could end her reign with a single phone call.”

“But that’s not you,” Adrien said, and she pressed the back of her hand to her quivering lip and shook her head.

“I want to stop it. I do, but I don’t want to play her game anymore. I want to get out and not worry about it, but so long as she has the people I care about, I can’t let go,” she whimpered. “I want to save everyone, but I don’t want to do this anymore. I’m tired of being everyone’s hero.”

“It’s okay,” he soothed with increasing alarm, placing a hand on her shoulder. “You’re gonna get through this. You’re the strongest person I know.”

“I’m tired of always having to be strong. For once I want to stop carrying everyone’s burdens because they’re too heavy for me,” she clenched her hands into fists, and Adrien flicked his gaze briefly over her shoulder then met her gaze once more.

“Listen to me. Macy, Eliott, and Martin are all here for you,” he said, cupping her face. “I’m here for you. Don’t lose hope.”

“I can’t anymore. I can’t. I can’t-” she stopped short as dark energy washed over her, a cold feeling running through her core.

“Truth Seeker, I am Hawkmoth-”

“Marinette, don’t listen to him, listen to me,” Adrien pleaded. “No one expects you to solve all of their problems.”

“Your friends are all trapped by that liar.”

“You’re stronger than him, Marinette.”

“Wouldn’t you like to set them free?”

“Fight it! Don’t give up!”

“I can give you the power to expose the truth.”

“Marinette, you are not alone.” Marinette blinked, finding his worried green eyes baring into hers.

He held her face in his hands, caressing her cheek with his thumb, and she glanced down at the darkened bracelet around her wrist that Macy had given her. Taking a deep breath, she undid the clasp and paced over to set it on a bench, thinking of each of her new friends individually. Macy, Elliot, Martin, Lisette, Adrien, Gabrielle. She was surrounded by people who loved her, and who had been looking out for her all day. People who were currently looking out for her. She was not alone.

“Not this time, Hawkmoth. I won’t help you. This isn’t the answer to my problem,” she said calmly, and they watched as the butterfly reemerged from the bracelet and fluttered off before Adrien pulled her tightly into his arms.

“You’re okay. I’ve got you. You’re safe,” he said, rubbing her hair as she took deep breaths, clutching fistfuls of his shirt in shaking hands. “I’m here. It’s gonna be okay.”

“Thank you,” she said, pulling back, and he kissed her forehead with a smile.

“You don’t have to do everything alone. We’re here to hold you up too,” he said, and a smile broke over her lips.

“We should probably find that akuma before it gets someone else,” she said, squaring her shoulders, and Adrien smiled with a dutiful nod.

“We can cover more ground if we split up,” he said, retrieving her bracelet and fastening it around her wrist once more before giving her hand a squeeze. “Be careful and stay safe.”

“You too,” she said, and Adrien watched her go for a brief moment, his heart skipping a beat as a warm smile curled on his lips before he too set off, ducking into the men’s room to transform.

“I’m very proud of you, Marinette,” Tikki said as she took cover in a closed exhibit.

“We can talk about it later. We have an akuma to catch. Transform me!”

Ladybug raced back up the hall, nearly running into Chat Noir who seemed surprised to see her.

“There’s an akuma loose in the museum,” he said with a sense of urgency.

“I know. Let’s find it before it can akumatize someone,” Ladybug nodded.

“Ladybug! Chat Noir!” Eliott waved from the end of the hall. “I think my friend Marinette is in trouble. She’s had a rough day, and I just saw an akuma floating toward the Greek and Roman hall.”

“Don’t worry about your friend. We’ll take care of it just get to safety,” Ladybug ordered before they both took off.

Civilians fled across the lobby as they reached it, and they leapt overhead to avoid getting caught in the stream.

“We’re too late,” Chat said, but Ladybug pressed on undeterred until a headless figure with wings flew out at them. “Look out!”

They ducked backward just in time, rolling over as the creature soared above the lobby.

“Looks like Nike is taking a victory lap,” Chat commented as a woman and deer trotted into the mix.

“Diana too. The akuma must be bringing the art to life,” Ladybug determined. “We better hurry and capture it before Paris gets flooded with monsters.”

“And naked people,” Chat added looking a little mortified at the thought.

They raced passed men and women in period clothes, men and women hardly wearing any clothes, most minding their own business until they reached Gericault’s Charging Chasseur, and Ladybug stopped Chat just short of his sword. Behind him were several archangels with spears and numerous other monsters from paintings.

“How many can you take?” She asked, brandishing her yoyo as Chat readied his staff.

“Five, maybe ten,” he sounded unsure, and Ladybug winced before charging in.

Strikes came from all directions, and any attempts to dodge into the air were thwarted by flying creatures and projectiles. They were outnumbered, and there was no sign of the akuma. Ladybug flipped back several paces until she found herself back-to-back with Chat Noir.

“Lucky Charm!” She called, catching a ceramic turtle as it materialized.

“Oh great, maybe they’re all collectors of tiny glass animals,” Chat smarmed as she studied it.

“I think it’s saying we need the turtle for this,” she said, palming the figurine and glancing at the exit. “Can you manage alone for a bit?”

“I can try to give them the run around, but don’t take your time,” Chat said, vaulting over the hoard and landing on the other side of the hall. “Is that all you chumps got? I’m falling asleep.”

Ladybug slipped out as they took the bait and chased after Chat, swinging to Master Fu’s as fast as she could.

“Master, there’s an akuma at the Louvre that’s bringing all of the artwork to life, and the lucky charm told me we need the turtle,” she explained in a rush.

“Very well,” Master Fu said, removing the Miraculous from his wrist and holding it out to her. “Do you have someone you can trust?”

“I have someone in mind,” she nodded, dropping it into her purse. “Thanks, Master. I’ll bring it back!”

“Good luck.”

She only hoped she could find him.

Back at the museum, Nino bravely tussled with an Egyptian mummy, and she felt her heart sink a little, glancing down at the box in her hand. Pressing her lips together firmly, she turned shoulder and started up the hall in search of another boy. Of course, it was possible that he’d already evacuated, but she sincerely hoped she’d find him.

A high-pitched scream drew her around the corner where she found Macy cowering on the floor while Martin shielded her from an angel with his textbook.

“Run, Macy!”

“Not without you!” She pleaded, but Martin’s jaw clenched stubbornly.

“I’ll hold him off. Go find Marinette; I’m right behind you!” He ordered, and Macy eyed him a moment with a worried frown before scrambling from the exhibit.

Ladybug glanced down at the box in her hand then back to the boy fighting with a textbook. Her heart swelled knowing they came back to look for her and realized that this Miraculous wasn’t intended for who she’d originally thought.

With a flick of her wrist, she hooked her yoyo around Martin’s chest and pulled him out of the way of a lethal strike just in time.

“Ladybug!” He gasped. “Have you seen my friend Marinette? We’re worried that she might have been akumatized.”

“Your friend is safe, but I need your help,” she said, and Martin’s eyebrows raised.

“My help?”

“Martin Michel, this is the Miraculous of the turtle which grants the power of protection. You will use it for the greater good and return it to me at the end of the mission,” she held out the box to him, and he stared with wide eyes.

“You’re giving me a Miraculous? But I’m not really built to be a hero,” he flexed his scrawny arms, and she chuckled in amusement.

“It takes more than muscles to be a hero, and you’ve already proven your strength in here,” she tapped his chest. “You are the perfect fit.”

Martin took the box with a gulp, wincing against the flashing light as he opened it.

“Whoa!”

Meanwhile, across the museum, Chat raced down the hall pursued by several horses. He turned the corner into another room, but after shrieks from several women, he turned tail and ran the other way, covering his eyes and spouting apologies. When he lowered them, he found Ladybug and a new ally beside him.

“Been keeping them busy?” She asked with a smirk.

“Yeah, I thought angels were supposed to be good guys,” Chat whined as they ran.

“We need to find the akuma,” Ladybug said as they turned the hall to find a woman sitting calmly on a bench.

“No way!” Chat gasped.

“Mona Lisa?”

“Have you seen the person who did this to you?” Ladybug asked, stepping forward, and she smiled politely, pointing to the other end of the hall. “Thanks!”

“So, who is our new friend?” Chat gestured to Martin as they ran.

“Uh,” he drawled, searching for a name. “You can call me Emerald Shell.”

“Welcome to the team,” Chat smiled as they skidded to a stop in the main lobby where Macy cowered beneath the akuma.

“Macy!” Emerald Shell gasped, racing in to block a hit with his shield, and Chat’s stampede caught up to them.

“You got a plan?” Chat asked, and Ladybug summoned another lucky charm.

“Rubber cement?” She pursed her lips, surveying the scene.

Emerald Shell scooped Macy up and carried her to safety as Ladybug formulated a plan. She screamed and clung to him the whole way up even after he put her down.

“You’re safe now,” he assured her gently, and she blinked, unlatching herself from his neck.

“Wait!” She grabbed his wrist as he stood to leave. “My friend Martin is in the museum somewhere! He protected me from one of those monsters; he could be hurt.”

Emerald Shell smiled, cheeks flushing a little.

“Don’t worry. I’m sure he’s fine. Ladybug will set everything back to normal, so just sit tight,” he patted her hand.

“Emerald, I need you!” Ladybug called, and Macy watched him stand and jump fearlessly back into the fray.

“Get ready to use your power when I tell you,” she said, slathering a tile with the glue as Chat fenced two swordsmen. “Help me drive him back.”

“Got it,” Emerald Shell nodded, and he and Ladybug charged at Flash Photo.

They took turns throwing kicks and punches and deflecting spears from other paintings to cover each other until they got him right where they wanted. He glanced down at his stuck feet in horror.

“No!”

“Chat Noir!” Ladybug called, and he vaulted over to join them, deflecting another spear. “Now, Emerald!”

“Shelter!”

The green barrier encased them, blocking the chaos outside and leaving Flash Photo stuck and alone. Ladybug snatched his camera with her yoyo, pulling it back into Chat’s waiting Cataclysm. Ladybug captured the akuma as Emerald’s power faded, tossing her lucky charm to send all of the art back to their rightful homes.

“There’s a lot of cool art here, but museum rules say no flash photography,” Ladybug said, giving the man his camera back. “Besides, art is best appreciated through your own eyes, not through the lens of a camera.”

“Thanks, Ladybug…” He said, rubbing the back of his neck with a guilty wince before standing up and slumping off.

“Pound it!” The three heroes sang in unison.

“See you later, bug, new turtle friend,” Chat waved before vaulting off, and Ladybug turned to Emerald Shell.

“I wish Marinette could see me. She’d be really proud,” he remarked, examining his suit, and a smile curled on Ladybug’s lips.

“Your identity must remain a secret, even from your friends,” she reminded him. “But I’m sure she’s proud of you anyway. Superpowers or not.”

He smiled at that before letting his transformation drop and removing the bracelet.

“Thanks, Ladybug.”

“I’m sure you’ll find her. She’s probably around here somewhere,” Ladybug said before tossing her yoyo. “Bug out!”

***

“Marinette!”

Her friends slammed into her side as soon as they saw her, and she found herself squished between them.

“We were so worried!” Macy cried.

“Yeah, when we saw that there was an akuma, we thought that it was you,” Eliott said with a wince.

“Well, it was almost me,” she admitted, rubbing the back of her neck. “Adrien talked me out of it.”

“Oh, Marinette,” Macy frowned, pulling her in close. “You know you can always talk to us if you’re feeling stressed.”

“Yeah, you don’t have to face everything alone. We’re here to help you,” Eliott said, offering her, her neatly repacked lunch bag she’d abandoned, and Lisette nodded in agreement.

“You’ve helped all of us in so many ways, Marinette, and we want you to know that if you ever need us, we’re right here,” Martin added, and she felt her eyes water.

“Thank you. I needed that reminder today,” she rubbed at her cheek, and they all snuggled against her once more.

“Oh! Speaking of Adrien,” Macy shot up as she remembered. “His school is about to leave, but he said he would wait at the bottom of the stairs in the lobby for you.”

“Oh, uh,” Marinette winced guiltily, but they all nudged her on.

“Go, Cinderella, before the clock strikes midnight. We’ll meet you at the bus,” Eliott urged, wrapping his arm around Lisette.

Marinette smiled before jogging up the hall. Things between her and Adrien had become more romantic as of late, and his concern for her today told her that he cared about her deeply. They’d almost kissed on several occasions now, and today he’d held her close. She wasn’t sure what they were, but she knew what she wanted them to be, and part of her felt like he wanted it too.

When she reached the top of the stairs, she caught sight of that signature silky, blond hair, a smile curling over her lips. Skipping down the steps, her heart hammered in her chest, and as she drew a breath to call his name, a flash of orange slithered around his arm.

“Adrien! There you are. I’ve been looking for you. You disappeared during lunch, and I was so worried the akuma would get you,” Lila cooed, resting her chin on his chest with a pout.

“I’m fine, so no need to worry,” he said, gently pushing her away, but Lila stretched up on her tiptoes and pulled him in, touching her lips to his. Adrien pushed her away, eyebrows furrowing in annoyance.

“Lila-”

“Aw, hey you two love birds.” Marinette retreated a few steps up as Alya and Nino approached. “The bus is about to leave, come on.”

“Okay,” Lila giggled, taking Adrien’s arm despite how he squirmed when Nino and Alya turned their backs. She cast a purposeful smirk over her shoulder, green eyes locking with Marinette’s as she toted away her prize.

Marinette felt rage building deep in her core, and she bottled it the whole way home, throwing on a stoic mask. Lila wanted her to fight back? Well, she was about to get a full storm.

She pounded on the one door she’d swore to herself never to visit again until a familiar face opened it.

“Dupain-Cheng?” Chloe quirked a brow.

“I changed my mind. I want to help you take down Lila.”

#miraculous ladybug #mdcsp original #ml spoilers #marinette dupain-cheng #adrien agreste #my writing #mdcsp

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netflix & literally zero chill.

WHO → Blaine & Atticus Hummel.

WHEN → Sunday (7/2) close to midnight.

WHAT → They’re bored and miss each other so Blaine picks Tic up and brings him over to hang out. They put a movie on. What happens is pretty much what anybody would expect.

CONTENT WARNING → Light to moderate smuttiness.

Atticus pocketed his cell phone when he heard Blaine's car running in the driveway, deciding Marley could wait until the morning. The fact of the matter was that he didn't really know why he had the inclination to keep Blaine happy and safe, save for the fact that he didn't feel like being a complete dick, but. Few things put him at ease and Blaine was one of them, and he didn't want to screw that up before he even had a chance to solidify an actual friendship. Still, there was the promise of cuddling and butt touching and he was only human, so. Maybe making out wouldn't be too detrimental to the cause. Not bothering to change out of the old pair of sleep shorts and tshirt he was already wearing, he made his way out to the car, ditching his crutches in the back before climbing in the passenger's seat. Once he was in, Atticus turned, a stupidly bright grin on his face. "Hey, Sunshine."

When Blaine had mentioned hanging out that night, he was serious, of course, but didn't think that Atticus would really be up for it with how late it was. But soon enough he was on his way to pick him up, a zip-up sweater thrown on over his tank top and shorts. He tried not to smile too much when Tic climbed into the car, but it was impossible when he saw the big smile on the other boy's face. Besides, he really had missed him over the last few days. Like, a lot. "Hey you," he smiled as he looked at him, half tempted to lean across the center console and kiss him right there. But he resisted, not sure if that would be too.. coupley or something. Instead he just backed out of the driveway and headed back towards his apartment, a small smile remaining on his lips. "I'm glad I get to see you on such short notice."

Tic sank back into the seat, reaching over to momentarily squeeze the back of Blaine's neck in an effort to strike up that physical connection. Affection had always been his method of comfort, and Blaine seemed to bring that out of him even more than usual. The feeling of seeing that smile on Blaine's face was indescribible (Marley needed to get the fuck out of his head), though, after how down Blaine had seemed when they first reconnected--and, frankly, while he doubted he was the cause, he couldn't help but wonder if he had anything to do with it. "I'm glad you asked me to come over." He grinned. "I kept wanting to text you, but. Wasn't sure."

Blaine smiled even wider when Tic reaches over to touch the back of his neck. He looked over at him from the corner of his eye, blushing a little at the contact. It was funny how a touch so simple could make him react that way, especially after what they had gotten up to last time they were together. "You should have," Blaine said encouragingly, even though he'd been just as hesitant about texting Tic. He just didn't want to seem pushy or needy, two things that he assumed Tic wasn't fond of considering his past reputation of being a player. "It's okay though. I've wanted to text you every day and didn't, so I don't really have room to talk." He laughed softly and reached across the console to rest his hand on Tic's thigh, flashing him a shy smile before continuing the drive home. Once they got back to Blaine's place, he quickly hopped out and got Tic's crutches for him, helping him out of the car and then heading into his apartment. He unlocked the door and let Tic in first, closing and locking the door behind them. "You look good in your jammies," Blaine teased, looking Tic over before unzipping his sweater and tossing it onto the chair. He slowly walked over to him, stopping a foot or two in front of him, fidgeting with his own fingers a little. He wanted to hug Tic, to kiss him, but he didn't want to get too ahead of himself. "Do you want to put a movie on or something?"

"Well, now we know to cut the shit out. I'm gonna text you tomorrow, in that case." It was hard to read what was going through Blaine's head, but he had a distinct interest in finding out. It had to be positive, judging by their conversation. Once Atticus was inside, he huffed a laugh, watching Blaine closely. "Yeah? I like yours, too. Although I think I'm breaking my own rule right now." Winking, he pulled his shirt off over his head and tossing elsewhere. He playfully wiggled his hips, then, as one hand rested on Blaine's side. "Yeah. Movie sounds good." Atticus leaned forward to kiss his forehead. "I'm not picky on what we watch."

"Good. I'll be waiting for it," Blaine grinned, a happy feeling in his chest. He was still trying to remind himself that this was nothing and probably would never be anything, but he was still enjoying it. A lot. Blaine watched as Atticus pulled off his shirt, laughing softly as he looked him over and Tic moved closer. He closed his eyes as Tic leaned in and kissed his forehead, both of his hands sliding up to rest on the taller boy's hips and slowly up his bare sides. "Okay. I'm going to make some popcorn and then we can pick something." He opened his eyes and leaned up to press a quick kiss to Tic's cheek before pulling away. "Make yourself at home." Blaine quickly went over to the kitchen and put a bag of popcorn in the microwave. He got drinks for both of them, poured the popcorn in a bowl, then put everything on a tray and carried it over to the coffee table. "Should we watch something funny or something serious?" he asked as he grabbed the remote, turning on the TV and sinking into the couch next to Tic. He curled a leg up underneath himself as he scrolled through Netflix. He really didn't care what they watched or if they watched anything at all; he just wanted to spend time with Atticus.

Offering Blaine a small smile, he watched as he disappeared to the kitchen area before he moved to sit on the couch. Frankly, Atticus didn't care about a movie or popcorn or anything of the sort. He knew he wasn't going to sleep with Blaine that night but he wanted to wrap himself up in as much as he could, talking and making out and whatever else they got up to. When Blaine sat down, he immediately opened up an arm for him, a silent invitation to cuddle up if he wanted. "Funny?" Tic didn't plan on paying too much attention to whatever was on screen. "Doesn't matter, really."

Blaine scrolled for a moment longer before finally settling for some dumb romantic comedy that he'd seen a few years ago. He really didn't care either way, not when Tic had his arm out for him to move closer. Blaine set the remote down and grabbed the blanket from the back of the couch, throwing it over both of them before snuggling up into Tic's side. He wrapped both of his arms around him and rested his head against his chest, inhaling his comforting scent and closing his eyes. "I'm glad you're here," he said quietly, thumbing over his side. "What did you do today?"

Tic's arm wrapped tight around Blaine's middle, holding him close. His other hand reached across to stroke over his hair once followed by a kiss to the top of his head, not bothering to hide his inclination to cuddle in close. "I'm glad I'm here too," he murmured, dropping that other hand to Blaine's arm. "Mm. Not much. Hung out with Kurt, ran some errands with dad just to get out of the house. What about you? Did you work today?"

Blaine smiled to himself at Tic's affection and nuzzled even more into his chest. "That sounds good. I'm glad he's home for you to spend time with," Blaine said, really hopeful that having his twin brother around would be good for Atticus. Blaine had always been a little envious of their positive relationship, since Blaine and his twin sister's relationship was definitely strained and had been for years. "Yeah, I closed tonight. I don't like closing - I drink too much coffee while I'm there and then I'm up half the night." He laughed and tilted his head back to look up at Tic, his cheek resting against his shoulder. "I love coffee, but caffeine is definitely a drug and should be much harder to get."

Kurt had always been Atticus' best friend growing up. While he was more than a little excited to have him home for the summer, he admittedly hated the implications behind it when it came to why he was home. Tic was fine. Still, he wasn't going to complain if it meant having Kurt around for a few weeks. "Yeah. I'm glad too. Maybe we can all hang out sometime." Tic mirrored his laugh, nose scrunched. "Those are fighting words," he joked, leaning in closer. "We'll just have to find ways to get out all that energy." And then, just because he could, Atticus leaned down to kiss him.

Blaine's eyes were locked on Atticus, just watching his reactions. He really wondered what he was thinking. "Yeah. Maybe," he said with a smile, squeezing Tic's side. He wasn't sure if that would ever actually happen, though. Blaine had always gotten along with Atticus much more than Kurt, and even though he hadn't seen the guy in years, he knew that Charlotte was still close with him, so he could only imagine what Kurt probably thought of him based off of what she said. "Mm. That's a good idea," Blaine said with a small smile, leaning up into the kiss. As soon as their lips connected, Blaine could feel his body relaxing, his hand moving from Tic's side to his cheek. He smiled against his lips as he kissed him back slowly and carefully, leaning into his side even more. This was perfect.

Atticus' hand slid beneath Blaine's shirt, resting on his back, thumb rubbing gentle circles against his skin. He didn't immediately make any effort to make it more than that, mostly just happy at the opportunity to get to do this again. After a few minutes he pulled back, leaving just an inch of space between them. "You know, I held up my end of the bargain," he teased, flexing his muscles the best he could from his position. "How can I be so sure that you've held up yours?"

Blaine shivered as Tic's hand slid up underneath his shirt, leaning into him even more. He desperately needed oxygen by this point, but he didn't want to stop, trying to breathe through his nose to elongate the kiss. But finally Tic pulled back just slightly and Blaine took a deeper breath, the clarity finally coming back to his brain. He took his bottom lip between his teeth as he looked up at Tic curiously, his hand moving to clutch at the muscle of his strong chest, definitely appreciating the flexing. "Hmm. That's true," Blaine said quietly, his hand moving to grip Tic's bicep. Then he looked back up to him. "You're more than welcome to find out for yourself." He smiled and pressed a few kisses to Tic's jaw, nipping gently.

Atticus smirked at the permission, keeping his gaze locked on Blaine while he slid a hand down to grab his ass, not yet taking the time to slide beneath the fabric. God, Blaine really did have an incredible ass. He gripped tighter, lips parted slightly. "You're so fucking sexy," he complimented, the grin reappearing on his lips, and Tic tilted his head to kiss down the column of his neck deeply. When he hit one of his favorite spots he stopped, sucking the skin into his mouth.

Blaine was frozen in place, staring at Tic as he moved a hand down to his ass. He squeezed hard and Blaine couldn't help the whimper that fell from his lips, and the way Tic was looking at him made him feel like he might overheat and explode at any second. He grinned at the compliment, because even if he was having trouble believing it, it was still nice to hear, especially from someone as gorgeous as Atticus Hummel. Blaine immediately tilted his head back to give Tic more access to his neck, panting softly as Tic sucked hard against his pulse point. That was definitely going to bruise, but he couldn't bring himself to care. Overwhelmed, he brought a hand to the back of Tic's head, fingers weaving into his hair as he held him in place; Tic could kiss him like that for hours and Blaine wouldn't complain. He finally let his hand fall back to Tic's chest, his fingers toying with a nipple as he managed to tilt his head to kiss the shell of his ear. "You're so hot, babe," he finally managed to say, breathing hard against his ear. He pinched and pulled on his nipple, wiggling his hips a little in hopes of getting another firm squeeze on his ass.

Using the hand on his ass and the other arm that came to wrap around his middle, Atticus pulled Blaine almost impossibly closer. Hickies were juvenile but he couldn't find it in him to care, not when the idea of leaving some kind of reminder thrilled him; although they hadn't gone far, slowly unwrapping the put together package that was Blaine Anderson was something that Atticus had come to think about a lot, wanting to know what made him really moan. He groaned himself when Blaine tugged at his nipple, breath hot against his ear. Atticus finally tore his mouth from Blaine's neck. Sure enough, Atticus squeezed his ass again, hooking one thumb around the waistband of his shorts. "Will you sit in my lap?" he asked, breathless. "I want to feel how turned on you are."

Blaine hummed softly as Tic found a way to pull him even closer, just giving in to the movements and letting him move him how he wanted to. Tic squeezing had him gasping, his head falling onto Tic's shoulder, and when he felt a thumb slipping into his waistband, he was sure Atticus was going to start pulling them down. It would have been easy; the material was thin and the shorts were looser than what he usually wore. But he didn't. Blaine lifted his head, staring Tic right in the face as he spoke. He didn't say anything in response, but he lifted the blanket and tossed it aside before climbing into Tic's lap and settling his legs on either side of him. It was pretty obvious through his shorts that he was turned on, and maybe he should have been a little embarrassed by how easily he got going, but he wasn't. He just gripped Tic's bare sides, looking down and pressing his bulge right against Tic's abdomen. He could feel himself blushing but he didn't care, too turned on already.

Atticus watched, clearly turned on himself, as Blaine climbed in his lap and pressed close. He watched the outline of his shorts, having half a mind to pull them down completely, but he refrained. Instead, he looked Blaine in the eye again and rocked his hips up carefully. "I love seeing you like this," he confessed, right before he leaned in to capture Blaine's lips in another kiss, this time not holding back any enthusiasm. Both hands came down to his ass, then, squeezing and prompting him forward, trying to hold on to that last willingness to not push too far.

Blaine could hear his own heart pounding as he looked down at Atticus; the way he was looking at him was almost too much. He was sure that he was going to pull his shorts off any second, or at least his tank top, but he didn't, choosing to roll his hips up against him instead. Blaine moaned quietly as he felt how hard Tic was, for /him/, as he rocked his hips underneath him. He still didn't understand how so many of his school boy fantasies from his young teen years were actually coming true. He didn't have time to answer or ask what he meant when suddenly Tic was kissing him harder, squeezing and rocking him forward with the grip on his ass. That had Blaine moaning louder, pulling away from the kiss in the process, but he reattached his lips as soon as he could. "Atticus," he whimpered into the kiss, wrapping both arms around his neck and pressing himself flat against him. But then he pulled away from his lips just slightly, their noses bumping together as he adjusted himself in his lap. Thankfully it was easier since they were in their pajamas, and soon enough Blaine let out a high whine of satisfaction as he felt Tic's cock, hard and thick, pressed firm between his cheeks. He kissed him fiercely again, his hips moving a little more erratically as he enjoyed the friction.

Atticus moaned, not expecting the change in position, but he felt cock slip right between Blaine's cheeks, nothing but the thin fabric of their pants between them. He bucked his hips up in response, cursing the fact that there was still that barrier, and his hand flew up to the back of Blaine's neck. "God, Blaine," he moaned, wondering how the fuck he got so turned on so quickly. When he needed a second to breathe, he pulled back to watch Blaine's hips move. His hand moved, then, following Blaine's thigh before pressing the heel of his hand against the outline of Blaine's cock, running his thumb up what he could reach.

When Tic pulled away from his lips, Blaine leaned back a little, steadying himself with both hands on Tic's shoulders. He could see where he was watching, and moved his hips in small circles, one hand moving down to slip under his own shirt to show his stomach a little. He definitely didn't have the body that Tic had, or even the body that anyone he'd been with had, but he hoped he'd still like it. He didn't have much time to be self conscious though, since Tic was sliding a hand up his thigh and pressing it against his cock. All Blaine could do was moan, hips rocking up for more friction. He had no idea what the hell they were doing here. It's not like Blaine was just wanting physical satisfaction from Tic- he really liked him and liked hanging out with him- but he knew how Tic was, and he didn't understand why they weren't far past this point by now.

Atticus quietly whimpered when he watched Blaine lift his shirt, addicted to the way he looked in that moment. Maybe Blaine wasn't as fit as he was but that didn't make him any less gorgeous, someone that he'd happily spread out over his bed to worship every inch. Bucking his hips up, Atticus finally leaned back in, trailing kisses wherever he could reach. Once he hit his ear, he whispered, "What do you need right now?"

Blaine let his head nuzzle into Atticus' neck, resting it there as he let him kiss all across his skin and to his ear. The breath on his air made Blaine visibly tremble, his grip on Tic's shoulders tightening. It was such a simple question, but it had a million complicated answers and Blaine didn't know how to respond. The thought that Tic might lose interest in spending time with him after getting physical was still looming in the back of his mind. "I don't.. I don't know," he finally said, burying his face into Tic's neck even more. Maybe he wasn't even ready to do anything else if he was still this shy about it. It had been a long time since the last time he was with anyone. He finally lifted his head, bringing both hands to Tic's face. "I think it's pretty obvious what I need right now," he said with a small smirk, glancing down at his arousal that was only more apparent by the second. "I kinda just.. wanna do this for right now. Is that okay?" he asked, pressing a few soft kisses to Tic's lips, rolling his hips slowly and sensually. "If you want to leave.. well, I can take you. I'm sorry."

Atticus had no qualms with Blaine not wanting to go further. He really had no intention of pushing it, only if Blaine wanted more, because while he had the reputation of a guy who was down to fuck anything willing, Blaine deserved better than that. Than him. Still, the way Blaine finished his answer made him pause, and he felt like it confirmed all his worst fears about how people saw him--even six years later. Maybe he was. He didn't really know. Pulling his hand from Blaine's crotch, he furrowed his brow. "Hey. I'm not here for this part. If you want to stop, we stop. That's that." He averted his gaze, just for a moment. "I just want to hang out with you. Don't do this just 'cause you think that's what I want."

Blaine slid his hands to the back of Tic's head and held him close, rubbing his fingertips through his hair. "No no, I'm not. I promise. I'm doing this because I want to," he assured him, pressing down into his lap. "I want to, like.. so badly." He let out a small huff of frustration, but it did make him feel a better to hear Tic say that sex wasn't the reason he was there. "I don't wanna do everything tonight, but.." he started, one hand sliding from Tic's neck down to his chest, nails digging into the muscle. "I do wanna do something.." He smirked and pressed the softest kiss to his lips, keeping them there as he continued rocking in his lap. "Is that okay?"

For the second time that night, Atticus kind of felt like a shitty person. But Blaine was still rocking in his lap, and although his mind was no longer quite as deep into the moment, he didn't really want to let on how much it phased him. So, hands planted on Blaine's thighs, he stretched up so Blaine's cock would rub against his stomach with every movement and he nodded. "Yeah. That's totally okay. Whatever you want." He kissed him again, then, pulling him in closer.

Blaine hesitated for just a moment, trying to read Atticus' face. He was really worried that he'd managed to ruin the fun that they were having, and he wished he could rewind to a few minutes ago and keep his mouth shut. Maybe Tic wasn't that person anymore, but how would Blaine know that after not seeing him for so many years? At least Tic agreed and started kissing him again, pulling him in tighter so Blaines cock was pressed right against his stomach. Blaine smiled to himself and wrapped his arms around his neck, holding onto him tight as he kissed him and worked himself on his lap. It was getting difficult to stop, but Blaine knew what he wanted to do. Lifting himself onto his knees, Blaine reached a hand underneath him and grabbed the waistband of Tic's shorts, looking up at him again to be sure before gently starting to pull them down. It took an extra moment just using one hand, the other on the back of the couch for leverage, but soon he managed to pull both the shorts and underwear down to Tic's knees. Blaine's eyes widened when he finally saw what he had been rocking against, licking his lips automatically as he looked down at it and settled back onto Tic's thighs. "Holy shit," he mumbled quietly as he took in the size, the corner of his lips twitching into a smile. "You're so big. Mm." He moaned just from the sight and then wrapped his hand around him firmly, watching as he gave him long, slow strokes. Then he looked back up to Tic's face, studying him for a moment before leaning in to kiss him fiercely, somehow getting even more turned on than he already was.

Atticus started to slip back into the moment, unable to help himself what with the way Blaine continued to work himself, but then Blaine was pulling back and Tic emitted a pathetic whine. "Where are you--" And then the hand started to tug at his shorts and he lifted his hips without really thinking, eyes wide. Oh. "Fuck, Blaine." Moaning, he threw his head back against the couch, feeling the first skin-to-skin contact with someone who /wasn't/ himself for the first time in... too long. He moaned into the kiss, one hand hesitant at Blaine's waistband, the other resting on the back of his neck. "Can I...same thing?"

Feeling Atticus reacting to his movements was so incredibly satisfying, it was difficult not to smile the whole time. Fortunately Tic's lips were keeping his busy, and Blaine was too focused on the task at hand to even think about anything else. At least until Tic's hand found his waistband. Blaine opened his eyes, looking into Tic's and nodding without much thought. He sadly had to get up from his spot in Tic's lap to get his shorts the whole way off, but once he kicked them aside, he was right back on him, his mouth latched onto Tic's pulse point for just a moment before pulling away. Blaine reached for the bottom of his own tank top and pulled it up over his head as well, not paying attention to where it landed as he scooted closer in Tic's lap and wrapped his hand around him again, stroking slightly faster this time.

Atticus raised an eyebrow as Blaine undressed for him, taking in the entirety of the guy now in front of him. He moaned, unabashed. "You're so gorgeous," he breathed, kissing over Blaine's collar bones and up his neck before his fingers curled around his cock. He stroked him hard and fast, other hand coming around to rest on his back to make sure he didn't fall off in his haste. "Fuck, Blaine." Tic tucked his face in the crook of his neck, moving his hand faster.

Blaine could feel the blush creeping down from his cheeks to his neck, a small smile on his face at the compliment. Atticus just sounded and looked so genuine, it was impossible to not react that way. "So are you," he whispered as Tic kissed all over his collarbone, gasping harshly as he wrapped a hand around him. Blaine couldn't help the way his body jerked in response; it had been so long since he'd had somebody else's hands on him, and the heat radiating from Tic's entire body pressed against him was arousing in itself. "You're so sexy, Atticus," Blaine whispered in his ear, stroking him quickly. He only pulled back to spit in his hand before continuing on. "So big.. so hot. And those abs.." He chuckled softly into his ear and rest his head against the top of Tic's, spreading his legs wider across his lap. Then, counting on his balance and Tic's hand on his back, reached behind himself to press a finger against his hole.

Atticus' eyes widened as he saw what Blaine was doing, whimpering in response. That sight alone was enough to fuel his masturbatory fantasies for a month. Unable to stop the grin on his face, he twisted his hand at the tip of Blaine's dick before he began to stroke him faster. "I'm gonna come over every night if this is what I get," he teased, and he adjusted his grip to ensure that Blaine definitely wouldn't fall. "Your cock feels so good, Blaine."

Blaine half smirked at Tic's reaction, absolutely loving it, but a bit too preoccupied to do much else. "We could definitely arrange that," Blaine teased, working his wrist at the head of Tic's cock. He wouldn't mind getting up to this every night. He brought his finger to his mouth, eyes locked on Tic's as he sucked on it, getting it as wet as possible before bringing it behind him again. He stilled his body as he slowly worked it inside of himself, a pathetic moan falling from his mouth as he leaned forward to rest his head against Tic's shoulder. "Yours does too.. so good.." he said, kissing Tic's jaw as he twisted his arm to push deeper inside of himself. He continued to stroke him quickly, just imagining how hot he would look as he came. He'd definitely dreamed about it enough times. He shifted in Tic's lap, pushing his hips up to thrust into his hand. "Oh, god. I'm so close,' he whined, thrusting forward harder as he moved his finger. "Please, Tic. Faster."

"Oh fuck." Atticus watched, transfixed, as Blaine wet his finger and slid it inside himself, and he'd give anything to be the one fingering him open. He couldn't, he knew that, but seeing Blaine's face as he slid his finger in was going to have him thinking of this moment for... God. Perfect. "Beautiful, Honey." He could feel his own orgasm building, because while handjobs hadn't really done much for him since high school, Blaine was on an entirely new level. For the moment, though, he focused on Blaine, tightening his grip and moving his hand faster. A moan fell from his lips as Atticus thrust his hips up, chasing that feeling for himself. "Come on. I want to see you."

Blaine's eyes fluttered shut as he kept riding his finger, Atticus stroking him faster and faster. He was already so close, but hearing Tic's sweet words in his ear was setting him over the edge. "Oh god, I--" He moaned high in the back of his throat as he hit his orgasm, coming hard into Tic's fist and onto his chest. His body jerked on top of Tic's, hips thrusting forward as his finger stayed still for him to back up against, a blissed out smile on his red face. He finally was still, looking down at Tic with a shy smile on his face, his breathing still heavy. But then he leaned in to press a few sloppy kisses to Tic's lips before refocusing and getting back to work, stroking him firm and fast. "Come for me," he pleaded quietly in his ear, flicking his wrist at the start of every stroke. "Please."

Working Blaine through his orgasm, Atticus moved his hand quickly, gaze never straying from Blaine's face. He was, without a doubt, beautiful, and he wondered what the fuck good he'd done in the world to get him there to begin with. He was careful as he removed his hand, setting it on Blaine's thigh to try and contain the mess. He was quickly distracted, though, as Blaine started jerking him off again. With a moan, he rocked his hips up into it and it only took a few more seconds before he was coming, too, head tilted back as he spilled over Blaine's fingers. He sank back against the cushion as he tried to catch his breath, his clean hand pressing firm against Blaine's back. "Holy shit. C'mere."

Blaine's eyes were locked on Tic as he gave him fast and shallow strokes, biting down hard on his own bottom lip as he watched Tic start to fall apart. "Oh, /god/, Tic," he murmured as he stroked Tic through his orgasm, trying to keep his balance on Tic's lap even as the man beneath him moved. Atticus looked absolutely gorgeous like this, hotter than he ever could have imagined, and Blaine had spent a lot of time thinking about it. As Tic sank back into the couch, Blaine was still just staring at him, taking in every single detail of the situation. Then Tic was pulling him in and Blaine absolutely melted, his clean hand clutching the back of Tic's neck as the other rested at his side. He kissed him fiercely, keeping the movements slow and passionate as he worked his tongue into the other man's mouth. He moaned softly, kissing him for another few, long moments before letting his tongue run down the side of Tic's neck, nipping along the way.

Atticus groaned into the kiss, completely and utterly satisfied yet not wanting the embrace to end, almost as if he were afraid that Blaine was about to kick him out. He matched Blaine's enthusiasm in the kiss, his clean hand running up to rest on the back of his neck. He tilted his chin up so Blaine had room to explore, feeling utterly blissed out in that moment, and finally he turned his head to whisper in Blaine's ear. "You're incredibly beautiful, you know?"

Blaine smiled against Tic's skin, tightening his hold on the back of his neck. Hearing him compliment him like this made his body feel like it was on fire, his heart fluttering in his chest. "Thank you," he murmured, pressing another kiss before pulling back to look Tic in the eye, nose to nose with him. He studied every detail of his face, his lips twisting into a small smile that he couldn't control. "You're so gorgeous," he told him, peppering soft kisses to his lips before finally reaching off to the side to grab a box of tissues from the end table. He carefully cleaned off his hand and then did the same to Atticus', wiping the few drops that had landed on his chest. Then he set everything aside and wrapped both arms around him, pulling him in closer than ever and just appreciating the warmth of his strong body against his own.

Atticus, while affectionate in more ways than just sex, admittedly didn't do this kind of thing once everything was set and done--especially something as seemingly simple as handjobs, but. Blaine was too much /everything/ to pull away from and he found comfort in it, so. His gaze was soft as Blaine cleaned him off and Tic was quick to wrap his arms tight around Blaine's waist after, pressing absentminded kisses to his neck. "Definitely didn't see this coming in high school," he teased, "but I'm really fucking glad it did."

Blaine smiled and closed his eyes, leaning into Tic's embrace. "Mhm. I've changed a little since then, haven't I?" he said with a chuckle, tilting his head back to give Tic more room to kiss. "I'm glad it did too. I definitely dreamed about it enough in high school." He moved his head back to look him in the eye, just smiling at him. "Do you want me to, like.. get off of you now?" He chuckled softly and rubbed at the back of his neck. "Maybe we can move to the bed?"

Atticus nipped at Blaine's neck, unable to wipe the stupid grin from his face. "Did you? Want to tell me exactly what you dreamed about?" He nudged at Blaine's neck with his nose. "Preferably in great detail." At the question, he nodded, because although he would prefer that Blaine stay naked in his lap forever, a bed might be a better idea. Atticus leaned forward to peck a kiss to his lips. "Yeah. If you're cool with me staying the night, at any rate?"

Blaine felt himself blushing faster than ever when Tic asked him about his dreams. He just laughed and shook his head slowly, running his fingers through the back of Tic's hair. He couldn't imagine ever actually saying anything like that out loud. "Maybe another night," he said quietly, wiggling a little in Tic's lap. "I think we should probably cool off for now, and talking about that would definitely take me in the opposite direction." He knew if he started talking or thinking about any of that, that he'd be trying to jump into something he just wasn't actually ready for. "Of course you can stay," Blaine said with a small smile, pecking Tic's lips a few times in return. He carefully got off of Tic's lap and helped him off the couch, helping him walk over to the bed without his crutches.

With a feigned pout, Atticus' eyes widened in a playfully pathetic manner. "C'mon. I've got another round in me," he teased, though he knew it wasn't going to happen--which, frankly, he was fine with. After all, this wasn't why he'd come over to begin with, though he wasn't going to complain about it, certainly. "Real talk, though. Please don't get mad when I have a boner in the morning. It's a thing." Teasingly nudging Blaine, he followed to the bed, careful as he slid beneath the covers. He held an arm out for him, a hint of a smile on his face. "Time to show me your superior little spoon skills, Anderson."

Blaine just giggled softly and shook his head, trying to fight off the blush in his cheeks. He could absolutely go again, in awhile, of course, but he knew better than to get going again, not trusting himself. "Next time," he repeated, grinning as he kissed him again. Blaine laughed as he got off of him. "Oh, right. I'm going to be so mad," he teased as they crawled into bed. "Or I could just help you take care of it." He smirked and pulled the covers up over them, getting comfortable, and raised an eyebrow. He couldn't even tease, though, immediately sliding over and turning around, backing up against him. "I am a pretty fantastic little spoon," he said proudly, holding onto Tic's arms as they wrapped around him.

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