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realcube · 3 years

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sleepy haikyuu headcanons 💤

pairings: nishinoya x reader, tendō x reader, kageyama x reader

tw// swearing, violence(?), she//her reader, angst, overthinking, fluff

Yū Nishinoya

midnight pillow fights with Noya 💓

i could leave at that but i shall elaborate

whenever you sleepover at his house (or vice versa), every time y’all say that you are gonna pull an all-nighter and have chaotic fun

but it never works because being chaotic requires a lot of energy, so you both end up falling asleep at like 2AM-ish 🥱

the closest that y’all have gotten to an all-nighter is 5AM

anyway, it’s not a tradition - more like something that just ends up happening every time Noya is over, perhaps a curse lol

but at some time of night, you’ll say something to irk Noya and he’ll throw/hit you with a pillow

not to intentionally start shit but just as playful ‘shut up’ sorta thing

but something about the sharp impact of the pillow just pisses you off and you instinctively launch a pillow right back at him and it’s always a bit harder than you meant for it to be

thus, a pillow fight ensues

Noya had always envisioned a pillow fight with a female as a playful, sensual experience

but there was absolutely nothing playful or sensual about the way you powerbombed him and then proceeded to suffocate him with your pillow

you would both be feistily beating each other with the pillow, the room filling with your battle cries and screams ╰（‵□′）╯

and this would only end once both of your harsh, quick hits turned sloppy and tired

eventually, you’d both just drop unconscious during the fight and wake up in the weirdest positions

Satori Tendō

he is the self-certified ‘worst cuddler’ (ಥ _ ಥ)

not only is he extremely sensitive to temperature, he’s also filled with too much energy to just stay in the same position with you for god knows how long

it’s not that he didn’t like to cuddle, though. 🥺 i mean, nothing made him feel more safe than you in his arms but he was just unable to stop himself from getting restless when he did it for too long

but there were some nights that he wasn’t as fidgety, though

most of the time, it was after a big volleyball game or a hard day at practise and he was absolutely exhausted (_　_)。゜zｚＺ

he’d literally just detours to your house to catch up like he usually does but his demeanour clearly isn’t the same when he’s worn out so you invite him in for a few minutes and he’d gladly (and gratefully) accepts

he’d just flop down on the couch beside you, his arms just automatically finding your waist and thoughtlessly pulling you against his chest as he laid back, staring at the ceiling

he found himself muttering random things about his day when you asked him, but nothing he said seemed to be in chronological order - unless he brushed his teeth during volleyball practise, which - now that you think about it - doesn’t sound too out of character for him.

his hand found it’s way into your hair and started caressing your scalp, slowly drifting off as the little tune you hummed into his shoulder sent relaxing vibration throughout his body (￣o￣) . z Z

and this wasn’t a one-time thing either, whenever he comes to your house drained from practise, a similar chain of events always end up happening

the only difference being that sometimes it was in your bed rather than on the couch

Tobio Kageyama

i feel like bb has nightmares, like frequently 🥺

i mean, if i was him i’d have nightmares too; he has so much important shit riding on his performance - it’s a miracle that this man can even sleep with how much stress he must be under

like, he’s kinda failing school/ he doesn’t have the best grades and if he doesn’t do well on tests then his opportunity to go to camps and train volleyball could be taken

speaking of volleyball, he probably is so stressed from being a part of a team and having people rely on him - not the mention that he clearly isn’t very good at processing his feelings considering that he expresses most negative emotion he feels towards Hinata in the form of anger

then there is the pressure of keeping his relationships and not naturally distancing himself from the people he loves

like you, for example

he goes to bed with all these horrible thoughts in his head and whenever he tries to think positive, it always backfires

he’ll be like ‘i’m the worst person to be around, it’s clear nobody likes me.’

then he kinda shakes it off like, ‘wait, no. don’t think that. i know that (Y/N) loves me and i love her back.’

but his mind never leaves him alone, ‘am i even sure she loves me? i mean, i act so stand-offish towards her - yeah, she probably barely tolerates me. and she was talking about hinata’s spike yesterday, she’s probably going to dump me for him.’

it was a heart-wrenching thought but what could kageyama do?

for now, he’d just lie down beside you on your bed as you scrolled away on your phone, completely unaware that he just mentally rehearsed how he was going to react when you broke up with him

“goodnight, kags. love you.” you hummed, turning around to place a kiss on his cheeks like you always do when he sleeps over

kageyama nodded, trying to act cool and collected despite the fact he was internally nervous as hell, “night, (y/n).” he paused, trying his best to lift the corners of his lips into a kind - rather than intimidating - smile, “love you too.”

‘look, i called her by her first name - i’m so romantic.’ that was probably the nicest thing he’s thought to himself all day

with that, you both try to get some rest

aaaannnndddddd cue the part when he wakes up in a cold sweat, shivering slightly as he looks over to you with wide eyes to reassure himself that your not gone

his heavy breathing alerts you that he is awake so you pry one eye open to look at him, “not again, tobio.” you said wearily, forcing yourself to sit up and attempt to wrap him in a hug but he just jerked away from your touch

you sighed, “what happened?”

kageyama blinked rapidly, darting his gaze around the room before it finally landed back on you

“i- the walls- and you were almost d-” he began coughing, resulting in you immediately reaching over to your nightstand and handing him the bottle of water you had lying there

he took a few gulps before letting out a refreshed ‘ah’, his stare glued to your lips the whole time

eventually, he was able to grumble “it was nothing.” (⊙_⊙;)

upon hearing his evidently fake answer, you shoved out your bottom lip and whined, “shut up, tobio. i was obviously something; why won’t you tell me?”

“because it was nothing.” he said without missing a beat, then he proceeded to lay down so he could fall back asleep - as if this time it’d go better for him

“Kageyama!” you barked, resulting his eyes jolting back open, “You always have nightmares at my house; I’m starting to wonder if you’re scared of me or something.”

kageyama shook his head before nonchalantly responding, “it’s the cherry blossom air freshener - maybe use vanilla or something next time.” he joked, unable to resist a smile as you playfully punched his shoulder.

you sighed, clearly not going to get an answer out of like every other time you’ve tired, so you just decided to try fall back asleep and try reclaim the little bit of sanity you had left

“(y/n).” kageyama grumbled, wanting to make it seem like he was half-asleep but he was far from it as he pulse was still going crazy as that nightmare shook his to the core. “are you going to dump me? because if you are, now would be a good time.”

he spoke, praying to every deity he could think of that you wouldn’t say yes - but if you did, now would be a good time as he could storm out and since it was dark outside, the streets would be deserted meaning that nobody would be there to witness the tears streaming down his cheeks as he sprinted through the night

you rolled your eyes, “is that what this is about?” you didn’t mean for it to come off so harsh as you actually felt a great amount of sympathy for kageyama but just unable to express it in the way you desired

“stop crying.” you hissed, making kageyama quirk an eyebrow.

“I’m not crying-” he replied until suddenly, he realised that your comment was directed at yourself as you hastily buried your head into his chest and he felt something soak through the fabric of his shirt.

“I’m not going to break up with you kageyama, you stupid moron idiot!” you snapped against his shirt.

don’t ask why that nickname made kageyama’s heart flutter

“get those crazy ideas out of your head or i’ll have to take them out for you 🔪--” you could barely even finish your sentence before both you and kageyama burst out laughing

it was probably just the ambience of being cozy under a blanket with each other in a freezing cold room that reeked of cherry blossom but some how you both some how fell even harder for one another

although what you said wasn’t the most moving or motivating, your intention was clear and from then on, kageyama was a lot more upfront with you💕

he’d tell you if he ever felt uncomfortable or if he was ever worried and you’d either make him feel better or make him laugh and then insist that he goes to talk to suga or daichi

also after that night, (and once you ditched the air freshener and started burning vanilla essence) he only had ‘sweet dreams’ whenever he stayed over at yours

(or at least that is what he said whenever you asked him. in reality, his dreams were about volleyball and tsukishima chasing him through the mall on a velociraptor but whatever, it was a step up from the nightmares anyway. 🏃‍♂️ 🦖 )

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mashiraostail · 3 years

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I've been having a lot more depressive episodes lately.(dw, im getting help) But, can i have Nemuri and Aizawa comforting a s/o who just had a depressive episode? You don't have to do it if you're not comfortable with the topic, but if you do thank you so much

Thanks for the request! I can do this for sure and I hope it helps! As someone who is also depressed I put some lil tidbits from my own struggles in here (specifically the gargantuous amount of energy turning the shower knob can take me and how that simple action has literally stopped me showering for weeks) If you’re struggling right now please remember to extend your body the same kindness you so consistently extend to other people!! Even by sitting here reading my writing you’re being so amazingly kind to me!! Project that back onto yourself and give yourself a reward, a glass of water at your favorite temperature, or even a snack if you can stomach it! It’s easy to drown ourselves in comfort content and neglect tangible acts of self love but I promise the energy will be worth it!

Nemuri: It’d been a while since Nemuri heard from you, and even longer since she’s seen you, which was rare. You didn’t drop off the face of the planet or anything but you had been evading her invitations to go out or even just to spend a night with her. She wanted to avoid showing up unannounced but it was becoming concerning. The last thing she wanted was to make you think she didn’t trust you or to startle you, but whenever she brought it up you brushed her off. She hated the idea of you being sick or even just swamped with work all alone when she was more than capable of helping you out. Eventually she just decides to show up, she texts you first but you don’t even appear to open it, she just had a bad feeling and if hero-work taught her anything it was to always trust a bad feeling. She knocks on your front door for a while to no avail, ringing the bell intermittently, she’s just met with silence. Her key works which at least is a good sign that you didn’t pack up and move across the country or something. “Hello??” She wanders into the apartment. It’s dark and radio silent. But there are dishes in the sink, your shoes strewn around the entryway and your bag on the table. “You here??” You were definitely here, your car keys were on the couch and your usual walking around sneakers...or. one of them was underneath the coffee table. She decides to check your bedroom. “I’m gonna open the door okay?? If you aren’t decent now’s the time to say it don’t freak out at me okay?? I’m opening the door now.” She opens the door with covered eyes. “Hello?” She peeks between her fingers and is greeted with the sight of you, or the lump that is probably you, curled up underneath your duvet. “Nemuri.” Your head pokes up overtop your pile of pillows and the fluff of your comforter. “Well hello!” She piques, clearly relieved to see you, “good morning to you sleeping beauty, though it is 4 in the afternoon.” She pushes the door open the rest of the way and enters the room. “What’s up?” She leans against your dresser, “where have you been?” “Where does it look like I’ve been?” You sigh. “What’re you a vampire or something now? Decided to go fully nocturnal?” She grins but you don’t mimic her amusement. “What’s wrong babe? I’ve done like 4 things that you would have laughed at by now. Something’s obviously wrong. I texted you and called but you didn’t reply...are you upset with me? This isn’t how you normally act when you’re upset with me...” She wrings her hands together, “normally you come to see me all the time, I’m not saying you have to be inseparable from me or anything but...well this just isn’t like you..if I made you mad I’d rather you tell me babe since I’m clueless..” You sigh, suddenly feeling guilty for your radio silence for the past few days and the increasing distance you’d put between the pair of you for the past week or so now. It was intentional you just shut down and you didn’t mean to but everything was a chore, even the things you loved, sometimes especially the things you loved. “No...it’s not you.” “Well I’m...” She looked confused, “I’m glad to hear that but I’m still kinda lost. Are you sick? Did someone else make you upset? If someone else is giving you problems you need to tell me.” Having the green light gets her to venture further into your bedroom and sit on the edge of your mattress, “I can set some people straight if that’s the problem.” “No it’s..nobody...no one is giving me any trouble that’s not it.” You also suddenly feel sort of stupid. You don’t even know what put this on. One day you were fine and the next you were worse, and then next was worse and the next was worse than that until you ended up where you were now. In bed 5 days removed of a shower where your one meal of the day consisted of a plain bagel sometimes toasted other times not. “No one?” She reaches out and holds the bend of your knees, “are you sure?” You nod. “Okay then...well what is it? I wanna help but you’ve gotta let me know how.” “I just...” You scrub your face, “I just...it’s been a really bad week or..2 weeks or..however long. I don’t know. I feel so depressed and exhausted and everything is annoying and tiring and no matter how much I sleep I can’t seem to stay awake.” She takes in a breath at that and nods with it. “Oh. OH. Well now I feel stupid pulling away so much. I just didn’t wanna be overbearing and offend you or..well...well what’s up? What set all this on? Did something happen to...to make you feel upset or?” “I don’t know...I just think I haven’t been taking good enough care of myself. I’ve been slacking and procrastinating and then I got overwhelmed and then I got upset and now...I’m here. I just feel like such an idiot and now to think I made you think I was upset with you because I was too-” “Don’t even finish that sentence.” Nemuri shushes you, “it’s alright. Really you don’t have to feel bad about that. I get it, I understand now so it’s okay. I’m sorry for making it about me.” Her hand moves up to squeeze your thigh. “I wanna do everything I can to help okay? Whatever I can do to help you come out on top with this thing...” Her other hand squeezes your lower arm, “I don’t want you to feel like you can’t come to me with this sort of thing okay? We don’t have to get into the...deep emotional part of it if you don’t wanna talk about that with me. But we can start small can’t we? When’s the last time you had something to drink?” She looks at the empty glasses on your bedside table. “And when’s the last time you ate or took a shower?” The face you make at that tells her more than enough. “Okay you don’t have to answer that.” She reaches out tuck your hair back but you flinch away from it, the last thing she need to feel was your dirty hair. “Come on with that.” She sighs, “I don’t think you’re gross. I’m not grossed out at all okay? I promise. I’ve had my fair share of shower protests. It’s in the job description, no ones perfect. I love you, smelly or not. Now hold still and let me give you a kiss.” You relent at that. She presses a long kiss to your temple, sighing into your skin, “I’m sorry you feel this way. I don’t wan you to feel this way ever..so let’s start small.. How about a nice bath, yeah? I’ll set one up for you you can soak in it for a bit, while you do that I’ll clean up around here, change your sheets and...work on that.. situation.. in the sink, then when you’re ready I’ll come wash your hair for you. After that you can relax in the bath a little more, shave if that’s something that will make you feel good, or I could put some conditioner in your hair. Or you can just sit in a nice warm bath with a cold bottle of water and get your energy back up. I’ll get you some real food in the mean time.” She doesn’t poke or prod for information, she washes your hair with the same care and consideration that went into most of the things she did, she didn’t ask to join you, or to stay. She asked if you wanted to be alone for a little bit longer and left you to it when you confessed that you did only poking in to leave ‘the comfiest looking pajamas I could find’ for when you were done cleaning up. You manage to get yourself up and out of the bath without having to call for the help or extra motivation to do it. She only looks delighted to see you. “How’d the bath go? Did I use enough bubbles?” “It was nice..I didn’t realize how..far gone I was..I feel better..” You rub your arm, if she’s at all perturbed by your confession it’s not detectable. “Yeah?? I had a feeling it would help. Now come here. I really want a hug.” She pats the empty bed beside her and you make your way over. “Good, there you are.” She wraps her arms around you and sighs, “I missed you.” She tucks you easily into her chest, her free hand scratching the nape of your neck, “don’t apologize for that.” She stops you before you can talk. “I ordered some food from that place you like. I wanted to make something so you could get some food in you a little faster but...you’re running a little low on raw materials.” She combs her fingers through your wet hair, “it’s okay though having your favorite might make you feel a little better.” “Yeah..thanks for being here.” You close your eyes, still exhausted but your chest felt lighter, your whole body felt lighter. “Of course. I only wish I came sooner but...” She pulls back and looks at you, holding the base of your skull in her hands, “I get wanting to be alone sometimes. Needing space to get your feet on the ground is normal but...don’t be afraid to ask for my help either. If there ever is a time that you want me here, need me here even...I want to be here. I know I can rely on you so I hope you know you can rely on me too.” She presses a long kiss to your forehead at that. “I think I’ll feel a lot better tomorrow.” Your voice is quiet and your fingers brush against her collarbone. “That’s good.” Her palm pulls your hair off your forehead, “in the meantime I’ll be here to help you get there.”

Aizawa: Aizawa was an introvert himself. He liked being around other people at times of course but sometimes he just needed a quiet room to recharge. He figured you did too, and plus you were both plenty busy. For the most part he trusted your judgement and tended to not be very insecure when it came to how much time you spent together. He liked being around you, and would rather be with you than not for the most part but he understood probably better than anyone what exhaustion can do to a person. If you were tired then you could recharge. That being said he wouldn’t avoid you if he saw you out and about, and he saw you out and about. It was actually late for you to be out, late for anyone to be out really. You were leaving a convince store and he was getting ready to call it a night with patrolling. “Hey.” The way you jump out of your skin at his voice tells him he maybe should have approached you with noisier steps. “Sorry.” “It’s okay.” You clutch the bag you were holding, “I just thought I was getting mugged is all.” “You think there are criminals running around when I’m out here? I don’t know if I should be insulted.” He teases a little and you jump. “That isn’t how I meant-” “I know.” He chuckles, “I know. What are you doing out so late? It’s almost midnight.” “I...had to get some stuff.. You bounce nervously on the balls of your feet, the last thing you needed was him seeing you like this. It was the first time you’d gone out in like 2 weeks, you were sure you looked as terrible as you felt. “You don’t look very happy to see me.” Ever intuitive. You supposed you didn’t keep it much of a secret, the first thing you did whenever you saw him was reach out for him, his hand, his arm, his waist, you just wanted to touch. Or normally you did, but now all you wanted to do was get away. “I’m just...exhausted. Sorry I am happy to see you. I’m always happy to see you.” You rub your eyes, “like you said, it’s late.” “It is late.” He agrees, “I’m finished here.” “O-oh that’s good..are you hurt at all?” “No, slow night...but.. why don’t we spend the night together? Since we’re both here.” He didn’t need to see the state of your apartment. “U-uh okay yeah we can go to yours..” “You’re closer.” He raises his eyebrows, letting his goggles fall around his neck, “and you just bought stuff. I’m assuming it’s for your apartment not mine.” He peeks into the bag, “I don’t remember sending you a midnight shopping list.” “W-well yeah but there’s school tomorrow and you’re closer so it’s probably easier for you and-” “You’re an extra five minutes out.” He laughs at that, “and unless you trashed all my things in the week I went without seeing you I have plenty of stuff to wear at your place.” “Y-yeah I mean..that is true.” He raises one eyebrow at you, “so?” You couldn’t think of a good reason to say no, the mountain of dishes in your sink, the full washer and dryer and 2 baskets of unfolded laundry didn’t seem like an excuse, especially considering it was knowledge you wanted to withhold from him in the first place. “Y-yeah sure..it has been a while.” “Alright, let’s go then.” He reaches out and takes your bags from you batting your hand away as you try to stop him. “You’ve been working-” “I got it. It’s fine come on. You really shouldn’t be out so late by yourself you know.” “You’re probably right..” You murmur, making to follow him down the road. He doesn’t pry about your jittery state, he asks a few question about how your day went and seems to back down even more when you take a hold of his arm on your walk. “It really is slow tonight.” He looks around, “at least you picked a good night for a midnight excursion.” He nudges you a little playfully and you hum. You wanted to be more engaging but every step brought you closer to the impending doom that would be Shota seeing the abysmal state in which you were living. Once you get to the front door you realized you didn’t have your keys. “I...” You look at your shoes and he leans against the wall. “What’s up?” “I don’t have my keys..” “You really are lucky you ran into me.” He straightens up and shifts the bags to one arm to fish around in his pocket, “I’ve got one. Are you feeling alright?” You don’t reply because...well he’d figure it out. “Please don’t say anything rude.” You warble mostly to yourself as the lock clicks, he pushes the door open. “What do you mean don’t say anything rude, why would I-” He clicks the light on as he steps inside. Oh it’s worse than you remembered. How’d your laundry get to the couch? And why did you get a new glass every time you wanted water? Especially when you didn't drink it half the time. Everything is clearer in hindsight. “Oh.” He sets the bags down on the coffee table, which is really the only clear surface in a 10 foot radius of him. “I’m sorry.” You groan, slumping into the wall and scrubbing your face, “I’m so gross-” “I didn’t say that...But let me ask again.” He turns to you, “are you feeling alright?” “Not really no..” You look down again and he starts to pick up some of the glasses. “The sink isn’t any better..” You warn him, hugging your chest. “Yeah I figured.” He turns to you, arms full of various aspects of your mess. “Don’t look so guilty. Come on.” He nods you towards your kitchen, you figure the least you can do is pick up a few spoons, bowls and glasses on your way in. “You don’t have to clean up after my stupid mess I-” “Don’t be so hard on yourself.” He shakes his head, “you don’t feel good. I wish you’d said something sooner. I would have come when you asked.” “Don’t feel bad.” You murmur, “I wasn’t ready anyways.” “Come here.” He holds an arm out and you cringe, “I probably smell terrible I haven’t-” “It’s okay. It’s all okay. I’m not holding any of this against you, no one is. Come on. Over here.” So you shuffle into his chest, eventually wrapping tired arms around his ribs. “Does this help?” He’s rubbing long strokes up your back, his palm his firm against you every stroke pushing you a little closer. You just nod into his chest. “Did something happen? Did someone upset you? Or are you just having a hard time right now?” “I’m just having a hard time.” You reply, trying not to let your voice sound to wet or warbly. “Cry if you want to. If you need to. It’s okay. I won’t hold that against you either. Sometimes the best thing you can do is cry. I’ll be here for you while you do.” It’s not loud hiccup-y sobs, you aren’t bawling and sniffling. It sounds just as tired as the rest of you, it’s listless and exhausted and downright empty. It honestly hurt him to hear it a little. He’s been there too. One hand holds the back of your head the other keeps running those lines up your back pressing between your shoulder blades. “What do you think about taking a shower?” His fingers glide along the hem of your tee shirt, grazing your neck lightly. “It’s not that I don’t want to-” “I know. Hey, I know.” He pulls you away and slicks your hair back, “but you’re neglecting your body right now. Even if you don’t mean to. Your skin and hair will be really thankful for a shower right now. How can I help you get there?” He takes you to the bathroom and carefully undresses you going as far to turn the shower nob for you. “Sit if you need to.” He reminds you, gathering your clothes off the ground, “I’m going to leave the door open so call me if there’s anything you can’t do, but I’ll come check on you in 10 minutes okay? Is there anything you don’t want me touching or cleaning without you? Is there anything that’s off limits?” “No...it’s okay...I just feel bad you’ve been working and now-” “Don’t feel bad. I’m not doing anything that you wouldn’t do for me. Take your shower, I’ll come back in a few minutes after I fold up the laundry out here. Try to stay focused.” “Thank you.” You nod and squeezes your shoulder. “You’re welcome. And thank you for trusting me.” He helps you out of the shower and wraps you in a towel. In the time you’d spent in the shower he’d gotten most of your dishes into the dish washer and you could see your couch again. “New sheets.” He kisses your temple, “you ready to go to sleep?” You nod as he tosses a tee shirt to you. “Tomorrow morning you’re gonna eat a good breakfast with me right?” “I don’t really have much to cook with-” “We’ll make it work.” He leans back against the pillows, “don’t worry about it now. Right now just focus on getting some sleep, real genuinely restful sleep. Wake me up if you need me.”

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adammilligan · 3 years

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i ABSOLUTELY want to hear about the fantasy au!!!

OKAY! this is gonna be a ride so strap in. if it's incomprehensible and confusing then whatever let's do this anyway

so adam is from a town up in the far north, right. he lived there with kate until he was fourteen and kate (who worked as the town healer) passed away. kate was respected in the town because she was the best at her job but adam, as a bastard child, could never quite manage to win that same respect from the townspeople (and ofc it being a small town that same distrust generally gets passed down to children as well) so when his mom died adam was like yknow what? fuck it??? i'm leaving i'm out and if i'm gonna die of starvation sooner or later i'm at least gonna visit someplace beyond this icy wasteland for the first time in my life. so he takes what he knows about traveling through the snow and what little possessions he can carry with him and he just fucking. bails. if the town wants a healer they can do it themselves❤

so anyway he travels south and he damn near doesn't make it because he's fourteen and entirely unused to traveling because he's lived in the town his whole life and doesn't know what the fuck he's doing. but he's also stubborn as all fucking hell and doesn't let himself collapse until he starts seeing deciduous trees instead of coniferous and then he's like "wow. that's pretty" and just fucking faceplants. right in the grass.

so of course he doesn't die yet, right, he's found by somebody who drags his scrawny ass to some shelter and it turns out she's a sort of traveling healer??? and like...adam learned a lot from his mom but she was supposed to start REALLY teaching him when he was fifteen and obviously that didn't happen. so adam decides, since he has literally nowhere else to go and nothing else to live for basically, that he'll ask to be the woman's apprentice and (to his MAJOR fucking surprise) she accepts. so for the next six-ish years he basically spends time learning how to properly heal people and traveling along EVERYWHERE (he absolutely has a little summer fling with kristin in a seaside town. this is non-negotiable) and eventually all good things have to come to an end, right? so the woman isn't OLD old but she's certainly hitting an age and she decides that she's gonna settle down and just pass all her shit on to him and though he doesn't wanna leave the only person he's known for years he decides that he stills wants to Go Out and See Things and Help People and so they part ways.

meanwhile, in the world of royalty, there's a battle brewing because one kingdom just Will Not Fuck Off at the border between them and michael's acting as the prince regent right now because chuck is indisposed one way or another and he just sort of decides yknow what? fuck it? if these motherfuckers aren't going to leave then we're just gonna make them leave? and takes a party of knights down to the border to make them fuck off.

adam, who just so happened to be headed straight for the border, is not amused. but we'll get back to him in a moment.

anyway the fight starts, shit gets wild because there were more people down there than they thought, and michael's party is pretty much forced to in the midst of battle (like some "EVERY MAN FOR THEMSELVES" thing) but the PROBLEM is, michael gets hit and he gets hit BAD. like someone sliced him up and then a fleeing horse trampled him for good measure. the thing though is while michael's party was forced to flee, the opposing side was also forced to retreat because more of their numbers were taken out than he thought. so michael's essentially bleeding out on the forest floor, adam's been hiding up a tree this entire time because....what the FUCK just happened. and then he sees someone who's very obviously royalty just laying on the grass and decides to go up to him and poke him with a stick because if he's dead then HEY⁠—free stuff he can loot off his body to sell, right? give him a break he could always use the coin.

so, as it turns out, the dude's not dead! fan-fucking-tastic, right?

and adam TRIES to leave him behind. he really does. but then he thinks about how he would've died if the healer hadn't helped him and he thinks about what his mom would do and he bangs his head against a tree a couple times before finally turning around and performing the speediest emergency patch job on this man who might not even make it and all the while he's just like "don't wanna be here. people are gonna accuse me of murdering nobility. i have better things to do that be executed. cmon" and he's not even sure that the royal dude's gonna MAKE IT but he does his best anyway. he's using up supplies for this. royal dude better be fucking grateful.

once it finally seems like royal dude's not gonna die if adam moves him more than two inches, adam (veery slowly) drags him to a nearby cave system that he'd seen when he'd passed through the area before and decides to just look after him from there.

eventually, after adam has been looking after him for a While, royal dude wakes up. and he's Not Happy about it. so, naturally, he and adam get into an argument where he declares he's a prince and how dare adam lay his filthy hands on him yada yada yada and adam's like lol i'm not the one with the major fucking injury but alright. but also he's worried that michael's gonna kill him after he gets better but he doesn't want to leave him to die either and also he put too much work into this pretentious mf to just leave him now SO he might as well risk death.

and michael TRIES to do things independently at first. he REALLY does. he tries to the point where he keeps tearing his stitches and adam starts absolutely raising hell about it because his supplies are already wearing thin enough without angryfuck mcstubbornmeister fucking ruining them every chance he gets. and then he just fucking storms off for literally eight hours and michael's like "FINE. DIDN'T NEED HIM AROUND ANYWAY" but is also worried because he really can't move around all that much and he doesn't WANT to die and just as he's sort of accepting that he's been left adam storms back in with new supplies that he spent the last of his coin on and literally just starts raving about how if michael fucks these up too adam will LITERALLY smother him in his sleep. prince or not. and honestly adam's surprised michael didn't try to forcefully claw his way out of the cave but michael's just surprised that this commoner didn't just leave for good.

they both make an effort to get along a little better after that.

and then they actually get to talking and realize that they have more in common than they thought. which is odd, because they're also so different but they're similar in all the ways that matter and eventually they start trading stories while adam starts helping michael finally move around again and oftentimes the caves would echo with their laughter, so loudly would it reverberate around the stone walls. when michael is finally able to start walking (albeit REALLY stiffly) without assistance, he insists that he's going to go hunt because adam's been doing it for the both of them all this time and he hates just sitting around doing nothing. and when he ends up unable to catch anything because the pain flared up a bit too much, adam doesn't say a word, just flashes him a smile and shoots down a rabbit that they share without a word. and then adam lets him get water from the river instead, and somehow they end up laughing and soaking wet because they started a little splash fight even though adam starts fussing about the wounds afterwards.

but then the day comes; the day that michael can finally move around normally without too much strain, and at first neither of them acknowledge it. at first, they still sit by the riverbank and fish and tell each other whispered stories (whether fact or fiction) by the cooking fire, faces tanned from the heat and sitting a little too close than they'd like to mention. but michael brings it up one day, with hunched shoulders and a weary frown at the reminder, that he has a kingdom to rule. that his father was out of commission, and the longer he stayed hidden away the weaker the kingdom would seem, and adam sighs and concedes.

michael asks, a little hopeful, if adam would come with him. he could be appointed as the court physician, and he wouldn't ever have to worry about money or shelter or supplies ever again. but adam is used to small houses and worn paths and the ache of travel and the hard earth as his bed and his pillow, not downy mattresses and pampering. besides, constantly having to be in the presence of all those snobby nobles would be the absolute death of him, and he knows it.

so he says no, and very nearly changes his answer when michael's form deflates, the prince regent's face pulling into something downright sorrowful, and adam promises to accompany him to the border before they part ways.

they make it to the border, and it isn't even two moments of them awkwardly standing there shuffling their feet before adam thinks to hell with it and pulls the prince regent of one of the largest kingdoms in the land into a hug, except...they don't separate. they don't separate until adam pulls back, just enough to look michael in the eyes, before kissing him. it's soft and light and chaste, something that begins and brings with it the promise of never quite ending, even after they finally break apart, their foreheads gently meeting as they stare at each other.

michael asks if they'll ever meet again. adam doesn't know what to say, because life is tumultuous and messy and he might die before the year is at an end, so he only smiles. he smiles and he kisses michael once on the cheek and tells him that his kingdom is waiting for him, all while thinking (but never voicing) that it is his kingdom that needs him and michael has never been nor ever will be bound by the wants of a nameless travelling healer, and they finally unwind from each other and turn their separate ways, determined to not look back even as their minds scream for them to.

michael heads south, towards his kingdom, and adam heads west, always veering just the smallest bit north but never quite making it back to the town of his roots⁠—what holds him back, he's not sure yet. but there are people in need of help, and he'll be damned if he's going to let them suffer.

and so, it ends.

(until the unwritten sequel, where michael returns to his kingdom⁠—only to find it in utter shambles)

#ask and ye shall receive #this got really long sorry about that #if i ever was to write another multi-chap fic would yall be interested in something like this or would you let it flop #asks #thank you for asking!#midam #michael #adam milligan #story

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Hobbit Soulmate Pt 44

“Ooh,” You said lifting a large package of bars of soap that were strawberry scented that with a smirk you added to your cart. To go with the strawberry shaped soap trays that were on clearance for the upcoming seasonal shift you’d grabbed all of allowing the worker to then grab the leaf shaped ones to go with the rest of the new home decor they were getting in. Ignoring your body’s ache at your lack of sleep on your first night in the new place until you’d curled up on the loveseat from your former sitting room now in your own living room watching tv until you dozed off a couple hours before dawn.

Bath mats and a fuzzy carpet soon to be shifted for new ones you had laid in your cart that would make for a fun walk home managing all this. Somehow some oversized towels were on the clearance aisle as well you added to the cart that would go well somewhere in your numerous bathrooms. In reaching for an odd mirror coated decoration you couldn’t make out its use your body flinched at Adrien’s voice saying. “You really went fire engine?” His eyes looking you over after you managed to catch the thing you’d hands had let go of then caught his eye finding a hint of surprise he’d frightened you. “You’re supposed to be going blonde soon. That’s going to make you pink now. Good job.”

“It washes out. Only lasts a couple weeks. Been sleeping on a towel to save my pillow. Keeps rubbing off.” You said looking down to the mirrored thing you put back in its spot then moved on luring him behind you.

“How many roles have you had on film?”

“Um, fifteen? Maybe, why?”

“And you really went and dropped four million on a house in New York. Must have gave you one hell of a payday on those films to make you think you were safe to drop that kind of coin.”

“Wasn’t four. And it’s not just my home. My dad’s here and my friend rents the basement apartment and my fiancé when he’s not working in England will be living with me as well. Not to mention future babies that wouldn’t have made it easy to keep by bed and a half apartment I just left. Plus I baby sit for my cousins.”

His brows furrowed in confusion moving to look you over as you eyed a wall of hangers for the best deal, “How can you have a half bedroom?”

“Well it might have been a closet, it did have shelves and bars in it, but it was big enough to fit just a bed inside, so that was my guest bed to go with my pull out in the sitting room if I had a guest while my dad was there.” A pack of single and combination hangers were added to your basket and he moved with you to the supply of hampers you grabbed four of.

“Why do you need four hampers?”

“Laundry chutes. Dad added them. Stairs to the basement aren’t the best for carrying hampers.” You caught his eye saying with a twirl of your finger, “Spiral steps.”

“And who would put spiral steps in a brownstone?”

You shrugged, “Someone obviously with more imagination than you, those steps are beautiful.” Looping back around again some bath salts were grabbed next to go with some exfoliating cream while he grabbed a new pair of nail clippers and shaving supplies coming back to your side when you chose a face wash with his eyes scanning over your cart glad he missed your choosing the period supplies you’d chosen. “Excited for New Zealand?” You asked luring his eyes back to your face.

“I’m always excited to travel to new places. Been a bit hard to reach Naomi though and hear about how she feels on all this.”

“She’s filming in Venice.” That parted his lips, “We are friends, you know, me her and her Mate Liev. She told me she had a dream role she’d been dying to audition for that’s why she dropped from Kong, to have her dream role. If you want I’ll email her to call you if you like. To confirm.”

“So you’re saying she’s fine with you taking over her role?”

“Everyone seems to be but you.” You answered, “Don’t worry, a lot of people have doubts on me at first. If not my size then my inexperience or silence.”

“Be more worried about that trip to the hospital if I was footing the bill.”

That had you giggle and shake your head, “Called Peter the day it happened. They’re all fine, glad I got through my show which was the real test for them.”

“What even happened? Stomach bug? You were carried to the hospital.”

“I had a cyst that burst. Mainly soreness some nausea and fever, swelling, if any, passes in a couple days.”

“Cyst,” he said and inched closer, “That like cancer? Tumors and all that?”

Shaking your head you smirked up at him, “No, I mean broadly they are growths that feed mainly off of organs but no, I don’t have cancer and it was my only cyst. Just decided to explode one day.”

“You have been checked for cancer? I had a grandma went out like that, it’s not good.”

“So did I, I get yearly checks. Dad makes sure we all do. Mom died when I was little, doctors couldn’t find out what from, just got sick and was gone the next day. Doctors said I was fine and could have stayed home but my Dad doesn’t risk it, even if it may worry some weak kneed Producers.”

“Seriously, just, one night?”

You nodded, “Something that went after her brain. Been a few new viruses that sound a bit like what I’ve been told about it. Maybe there’ll be an answer in the next decade, if it’s anything viral or genetic then we can check that route too.”

His eyes were fixed on you in his try to soak in just how terrifying that must have been in the moment and how hard it must have been to get past that to perform and deal with the press on it too. “That’s fucking terrifying.”

“Yup,” you replied with a nod, “Not as terrifying as some people have it. Sometimes you don’t get answers.”

“Sounds like something you hear at a sermon.”

“Obviously we’ve been sitting through different sermons.” You joked back moving on towards the registers ignoring the odd supply of only pink and brown towels left on the shelves you would look into finding more for the bathrooms later.

On the next register over he rang up his few items and made his way outside to see you with bags in the hampers propped on your hip and rug pressed to your side on the walk out of the building. Shaking his head he said, “Hey, where are you going?”

Turning your head you saw him behind his sports car he settled his bag into the open trunk, “Home,” you answered.

Flatly he huffed and said, “Put your stuff in the car before you get hit by one.”

“You know this is going to throw a wrench in your plan to loathe me for all eternity,” you teased and his brows dropped challengingly.

“Just get your stuff in here before I put you in the trunk.” He replied.

“I’m wearing you down,” you said walking to the trunk settling the hampers inside while he took the rug and eased it inside until it hit the backseat barrier he went inside the car to unlatch the seat to ease the rug in the rest of the way closing the trunk in your path to the passenger side.

Once inside he asked, “Where am I going?”

“Take the exit by that fake tree thing.” He looked you over and you said, “I don’t live on 4th and Broadway, it’s five blocks over.”

“Where did you live before?”

“Subway stop over. Not far, Dad liked me in lower Manhattan close to his friend.”

After backing out once the engine turned over he followed the direction and all the way to the stoop he drove, pulling up to park and get out helping to pop the trunk after the quiet drive where he focused on the chatter playing over the radio. “Thanks, for the ride.”

Carefully he eased the rug out that you took hold of hoisting the hampers back to your hip and he said, “You should buy a car.”

“I got a metro card.” You said earning a huff on your turn for your stoop.

Onto the curb you hopped and you turned hearing, “Hey Jaqi,” a smile eased across your lips in seeing Keanu on his path out of his place, the large rug in your arms had him hurry over shifting his gym bag to take hold of it, “I got that.”

“Thank you,” you giggled out to his spreading smile in his glad to help moment.

His head turned to Adrien who said in his move to plop into the car again, “Make her buy a car.”

Keanu glanced from the actor closing himself inside his car to you as you said, “One minute he’s giving me grief I bought this place now he’s ordering me to buy a car and pretending he doesn’t want to be my friend.”

Softly he chuckled walking with you up your stoop saying, “Hard not to be worried about your safety even just meeting you.”

You unlocked the door, “Cuz I’m short isn’t it?”

Again he chuckled walking through with you to the stairs where set the hampers down taking hold of the rug, “Perhaps. I’m gonna let you get to decorating again, supposed to meet some special trainer at the gym.”

“Ooh, sounds like fun.” You said settling the rug on the stairs to walk him out. “Thank you again.”

“No problem,” he said on the stoop, “Place looks nice so far. Glad to see it’s not rubble anymore, old guy didn’t know what he had.”

“Shouldn’t take long, just coats of paint for major changes we can think of still. If you’re still in town in the fall we might have it ready for a dinner party or something when I’m back in town from work.”

“I’ll be there,” he said with a smile.

“How long,” you said halting him on the first step, “did it take you to decorate your place?”

“Never really decorated,” he replied, “I think a home is meant to evolve as we do. Had swarms of decorators and magazines calling on my place when I got on the screen a little bit. Not my thing, if it’s not yours either just be you. Hard to find families so down to earth in this business.”

You nodded saying, “Hard to be an introvert when people know you have space out here. Everyone wants an invite.”

“They’ll learn. Should see the tabloids I get house hunting in the West Coast. Just wait it out and enjoy the fortress of solitude Superman.” That had you grin in his trot down the steps waving on his way to the gym and you turned back to seal yourself inside.

First the bags were left on the steps to lift the hampers you took down to the basement laying out each in place under the chutes to trot back up to grab the soap dishes and soap to spread through the spare bathrooms on each floor. Right up to the top floor where after you hung up your new hangers you used on some more of your clothes the tags were taken off the new towels you dropped down your laundry chute that you listened to smirking at each echoing plop of their landing in the new hamper. While Lee was off at the rehearsals for his new off-Broadway play and your dad was with your landlord and their friends on his floor for a card game to the nursery you went readying the paint cans for the quilt patches once the windows were opened.

Already you’d coated the walls with the silvery blue background and with finer brushes straddling the top of a folding ladder you sat painting your way down on each patch and quote. Richard was working and while back in Russia your grandparents had left you a message that the dress designers were already on the wedding dress your grandmother had taken fresh measurements to double check that they would have the proper ones confirming that your body hadn’t changed since they had made the last gowns for your premiers.

All more than eager to handle this special gown that by appearance alone could pass as another special premier gown to be a bigger surprise for the world when the photographs would be revealed, if you would let them. They knew your family and you since over the years and wouldn’t take it personally if you didn’t blast the wedding day, knowing that even if word did leak that you were married secretly you would share their name even without sharing the pictures. Something they had a great respect for your young self garnering more stout in the business while keeping your head on straight and respecting those who help you along the way no matter how big or small.

Towel shopping with Liv came next in a day trip through the final half of the build and installation of the new beds followed the next day by a trip with Jen L to one of her video shoots before she was set to leave town. Each day getting further painted throughout while settling the freshly washed towels and sheets for the guest beds you didn’t have company for yet. Once your platform bed frame with cushioned headboard was put together again in the now aired out bedroom and settled on top of a second rug matching the one you picked for your not yet bought seating section. Nightstands were situated with your aquarium lamp in place that for a moment you sighed taking a seat on your bed again hoping for a sign to somehow make this room feel more like Richard could have snuck in and left you something of his. All of this being what you had mainly picked with hopes it wouldn’t be despised later on when he did come to see all you’d done.

A few more second hand shop trips with your dad and some more pieces were added throughout the living and common rooms, including some cool footstools you would decide where to put later. Among that a cushioned chair to go with your desk you put in your living room on the top floor and a standing mirror you got a tapestry of a horse to coat it when you weren’t using it in your closet to keep from scaring yourself in the middle of the night. All making for fun trips in the van taxi’s for the bulkier items that one driver in particular took a bit of enjoyment seeing you and him chauffeuring each piece home as you got it seamlessly between the two of you. Actually making the spare beds was another task to help you wear yourself to sleep along with vacuuming the carpets putting the sound proof floors to good test. Always bringing your dad on his own sleepless tidying tasks into your path.

Another couple sets of dishes and glasses were added to the mix to be washed and put away to accommodate any guests outnumbering the dishes you did have. Relaxing days to the scattered bits of sleep you had in this restless transition came between the magazine spread and a shoot for pictures including the rest of the cast for the Little Mermaid show in a special book of art to build more money for the charity. Along with a third for Julliard rounding up former students of yours, Lee and Tracy’s year like prior years to give a sort of progress report also for books to build up money for the school. Funds from which partly would go towards students like yourself that was on scholarships to attend, which would be noted in your bio.

Pop up baby beds and some toys had the cameramen outside doubling to record your so called ‘Baby Fever’ that a purchase of some diapers and wipes the day prior had set off. Two simple trips and now the press had a new explanation for the home purchase that had stunned them on size alone for your tiny self. Living with your dad and Lee, two notoriously tall men in their own rights, had hinted maybe the space was spent on ceiling height rather than the jaw dropping room count real estate moguls had estimated on by the lot size. But now, through the cameras you trotted across the curb on a couple trips moving your purchases from taxi to your stoop and back again until the same smiling driver had ensured you had it all before heading off with cash in hand with a chuckle to your third thank you for his patience.

One question through a sea of shouted questions had you glance at the asking bolero and Hawaiian shirt clad man, “Jaqi, what about King Kong?”

“What about King Kong?” You asked hoisting up the bags you’d move up to the door after having taken two of the pop up beds leaving the second set on the bottom steps still.

“If you’re planning for a baby won’t that ruin the filming? Or are you dropping out to be a mom?”

In a stunning giggle from you the crowd fell silent watching your trot up and down again to lift the second set of baby beds and say, “I’m not pregnant, I am however baby sitting a few days. Tons of big beds upstairs, but toddlers do tend to roll time to time.” The chatter picked up again to your second giggle, “Careful ride home guys, smells like rain.” That had them looking up to the clear sky confusing them while you shuffled the boxes and bags into the mudroom blocking view farther in soon gone behind the locked door. The weather comment had proven to be right as within an hour the sky darkened and the storm from Brooklyn had moved in to your part of town making good use of your shutters you latched fully to just have your lamplight and the sleep welcoming sound of the rain.

Through the nursery you settled the pop up beds and stashed the diapers and wipes in the empty cubies alongside the blankets and few other supplies you might need. The music box from Canada had been added as well out of reach for any baby. The final play area downstairs in the living room was last and enough to make your dad smile on his way down from watching the game in his living room. “When is Lily dropping her Hector off?” He asked seeing you back from adding some diapers and changing supplies to the bathroom near the kitchen to not have to climb three floors to get to them if needed.

“Should be soon. She’s got that flight at two. But that’s figuring in her time to apologize and insist she didn’t mean to burden me with her child and puppy on a two week ahead notice.”

Lowly he chuckled, “Her husband’s a pilot and she’s finishing her degree and interning at a great law firm, what’s to apologize for we’re family.”

“Apparently she’s spoiling my youth and stealing my free time with her toddler and dog. What she’s told me so far.”

“How many beds did you get?”

“Four, but they’re pretty big, like a crib tent mixture, pop right up and have a cushioned mattress inside so they’re not on a cot. It’s not the tallest one but it’ll save the painful teeter over the side wall for me. Be nice and comfy for them. You are okay with this?”

Smiling at you he settled beside you on the couch, “We are baby and dog testing the house, Hector will have his three cousins drop by tomorrow and we will see if the roof holds. It’s four toddlers, I could manage that in my sleep, so could you. Even the dogs should be good, got the latch fixed on the doggy door so they can come in and out as they please.”

“They were out of changing tables.”

“Old towels will do fine.” In a glance over your face he asked, “How did you get into touch with Kim again?”

That had you let out a breath, “Well, first month in Julliard I had a firefighter in the market shopping stop and called out Kim. When he came closer he said he was sorry thought I was someone’s wife he knew from a fundraiser that summer, said it was crazy how much we looked alike. Few months later there was a woman who stopped me on the street asking if I was Kim again. Every few months I’d hear the name again till I told another fireman to tell Kim Jaqi said hi.” That made him smirk and chuckle to himself. “And it sort of went back and forth, Kim says hi, George says hi.” You wet your lips feeling the sting of the loss of that kind man you barely had time to know as part of your family. “She had some work that brought her from Jersey, hair styling convention I think, something like that. I was out with one of the Queens who saw my doppelganger across the diner. Walked over asking if she was Kim, we sat and had lunch, helped her up after, she was pretty tip-able carrying her triplets still.”

“And she’s getting the restraining order tomorrow?”

“Yes, first thing. Said she could come stay tonight, her train is coming in pretty late, cheaper rates and less crowded for the stroller and for her dog.”

“I can imagine,” he rumbled looping his arm around your back guiding you into his chest, “And her in-laws haven’t bothered you?”

“Only saw them the once when they came to town hearing about the convention thing. Let her crash at mine when the line was down for repair delaying her ticket back. Called my lawyer to see if there was a good custody lawyer for her and George. Seemed to have it handled till he passed and now they’ve been pitching a fit since the triplets were born and hearing she’s got more on the way. Apparently they think their money will win them the babies cuz she’s on her own.”

“We’ll move her in here if we have to. Keep her from those goons.”

“Well, lawyers all say it’s very good for her, she has steady work on that morning Jersey show and they give great leave apparently and will welcome her back and the babies for their daycare center there after the birth. Been supportive. Just needed some good representation to startle their country club asshole.”

Again he chuckled in your settle more into his side, “Well I can only imagine who your lawyer picked and for how hard he slams for you I’m glad Kim has that on her side. Been nice to hear my cousin’s family was still safe when you found her. Now I get to meet his youngest grandbabies he would have loved.”

“I still can’t get over his parents, I mean, he gets lung cancer from the firehouse and helping with the Towers and they just try to swoop in like this. You know I think she was less stunned than I was on the whole suit until we heard the lawyer was going Pro Bono because of George. Told him I’d foot the bill but it just had him so enraged by what my lawyer told me. Even more so after having spoken to her just over the phone hearing how on edge this has put her.”

“I can’t imagine you wouldn’t find people with personal ties to the people lost in every corner of this city. Even further through the volunteer responders. For now though, we have Hector, Clover, Cleo,”

“And Oliver.”

“Wow,”

“Yes,” you giggled out, “the only boy name to match the girls’ exactly was Clem, which would have been Clementine, but he kept his legs crossed little jokester. But I love Oliver as a name, so cute, and Clover too.”

“Yes, Cleo is more regal hint to it.”

Brakes squeaked outside and you both got up and hurried to the door at the taxi there. Under the large umbrella hung by the door on the coat hook there you went down through the open front doors to meet her under the dry cover for you to accept the napping toddler out of her arms and the diaper bag she brought next followed by a larger bag your dad took. “Jaqi I can’t thank you and apologize enough.” From the floor in front of her feet the beagle there hopped out eager to be out of the car following the leash that your dad had accepted along with another bag the dog knew to have his food inside it.

“Now now, you go and kill at that business trip and leave me Moon Pie and the boy. Honestly you’d think I was the Goblin King or something to keep my nephew away so long.” Easing out her smile watching him nestle more against your chest glad he’d be safe for this last minute trip.

Your dad settled the second bag she offered in his grip saying, “Go and have a break we’ll watch the little guy for you, see you Tuesday.”

She nodded saying, “Packed tons of clothes and diapers and,” she said handing over a lunch box, “This should have enough milk for the two days.”

You shouldered that bag saying, “Have a safe flight.”

She nodded and gave you both one last reluctant goodbye glance. “Thank you.” Then shut the door eyeing her son as the taxi drove off and your waving turn. The curious puppy turned beside your dad’s foot to head inside. Up the steps you went ensuring the puppy wasn’t being rushed, and once locked inside he was let off the leash to sniff around the main floor. Keeping hold of the napping boy you walked deeper inside and settled with him still in your grip for a hushed film as your dad handled putting the milk in the fridge and arranging the spare bottles and jars of food she was introducing to his diet after setting the bags on the floor of the living room. The dog food was added to the pantry and bowls were set down, one filled with water as the beagle was out on the patio having passed through the doggy door your dad showed him he had use of.

Back against the pillows on the couch you slept with Hector still in your arms until a waking whine ended your rain triggered nap. Before you could blink yourself awake your dad had claimed hold of the boy he said, “Let’s check your diaper and get you a bottle little man.”

Uncurling your legs he had covered you saw Lee on his way into view from his staircase post shower returned from his rehearsal eyeing the baby and dog now stretching mid yawn on the carpet at your feet. “Ah, so the invasion begins.”

Softly you chuckled at his puzzled watch of your dad re-securing the diaper he undid confirming it was still clean then on his belly and butt portion of the diaper used a marker to write an H. Again the diaper was covered by the comfy pants he eased up again to hoist the grumbling boy up to his chest saying, “All clean, now, bottle time. Just warmed it for you.”

He left the room and Lee pointed to his back making you say, “You write the initial on the diaper so you can tell the difference. Or like my aunt you get temporary tattoos for their ankles or backs.”

“It’s just four babies, can’t you color code them to be easier?”

Again you giggled standing up to stretch, “Clearly you don’t have streakers in your family. Some of my cousins used to be naked to the diaper if you turned your back too long on them.”

“Huh,” he muttered and came closer eyeing the toys you had picked, “You went all out. What’s in the bags?”

“Lily packed us tons for Hector. How was your rehearsal?”

“Really good. Getting there. You didn’t go shopping in this did you?”

“Nope, beat the rain.”

It didn’t take long for your dad to be back feeding Hector from a bottle. Starting the distracting conversation that bled back to the kitchen for you to help him whip up a dinner that once across the table Lee watched the toddler in his high chair patting the table with his hands amusedly to your trot to the taxi that honked to let you know Kim needed help getting out. With a grin ignoring the rain down the stoop you went once boots were slipped on heading for the back door you opened seeing Kim, your taller twin, beside the child carrier holding Cleo with Oliver and Clover on her lap. “Let me get these munchkins for you.” The black Belgian Sheepdog behind the stroller popped his head up at your voice and squirmed his way around the stroller to hop out beside you. “Hey Big Papa.”

Into your chest you accepted the two six month olds that grumbled on your turning trot back to the stoop to hurry inside as your dad extended a hand to help the exhausted four month pregnant mother out to her feet. “Head on in.” He said with one hand taking hold of the folded triple seat stroller, bag of dog supplies and the child carrier with Cleo in it. Once turned however he saw her there with hold of the bags for her and the triplets and smiled guiding her to the stoop as the already paid driver shut the door to your dad’s thanks and readied to drive off again. “Come on in Dear.” He said and with him she walked in front of him in a slow pace to ensure her footing in the slick steps. Her tension in seeing the wet stairs relaxing at his arm with Cleo’s carrier resting against her back for some spare support until she was in the mud room and he set down the stroller and the carrier to help her out of her shoes. With Cleo’s carrier inside he kept his hand on her back guiding her in, “Let’s get some food in you.”

She nodded walking with him through the again locked up house she admired along the way to where she found you smiling settling her eldest duo into their high chairs with pecks on their cheeks. Both soon joined by their sister. In a glance between you both Lee’s brain registered the height as the only real difference between you, much like with Lily he’d meet in a couple days, other than the bruised mark on her finger for the loss of her Mate seen in her fixing the clip in her hair, except for the pregnant belly of course. “Lee,”

“Kim,” she replied shaking his offered hand and thanked him for the seat he eased out for her she lowered into. Her eyes shifted to her dog and Lily’s that both settled down against the wall to keep watch over their babies while your dad added Big Papa’s bowls and food beside Moon Pie’s.

With a grin you moved to bring the food over saying, “Now, a few helpings of this and I’ll pour you a nice bath.” Though you paused asking, “You don’t have trouble getting out of a bath do you?”

“No,” she chuckled out, “Not yet. These two aren’t nearly as troublesome as the triplets.”

“Well I got some nice bath salts and bubbles for you with mangoes and peach scents,” you said to your dad taking her overnight and diaper bag he took upstairs. “And a nice plushy robe and slippers too if you want to lounge and pretend you’re in a spa.”

That had her chuckle again, “No trouble with that. Don’t really lounge too much, but the bath will be nice might help to be calming, before tomorrow. Thank you for agreeing to watch them I don’t know how long it will take.”

“No need for thanks,” you said taking the container of milk bottles for her triplets you both added to the fridge and brought over to the stove to warm up with a bottle for Hector who was turned around watching you. Lee finished by bringing out the drinks and once the bottle was warmed helped to keep Hector from dropping his bottle and watched you feed two of the purple eyed raven curl sporting triplets while your dad fed the last upon his return asking her about her week and the trip from New Jersey on the train. All the way until you had managed to eat a bit then head up to start her bath and then help her up to the bathroom connected to the one with the bunk beds on the babies’ floor.

“So this is the baby floor, or will be when you guys aren’t visiting. The nursery is across the hall. You have a nice choice of four queens in there and let’s get you something to change into.” Softly she gasped eyeing the beds she was choosing from with her bag on one of them she opened to gather her clothes she brought into the warm bathroom settling them on the counter watching you add the salts and bubbles to the nearly full bath.

“Jaqi, this is too much.”

“Oh it is not. I do the same for my Mate all the time. He loves to soak too.” You shut off the water and turned to face her saying, “Robe is on the back of the door, slippers are in the pocket, take your time, we got the babies you get some rest alright?” She nodded with tears bubbling in her eyes and folded into your offered hug, “You take care of five babies and Big Papa all day. Let us take care of you a bit for once. So soak up and then cuddle up for bed. If you need anything just give us a shout.”

She nodded and you left her there closing the door to let her soak up her pampering relaxation session before a much needed early night in. Once fed and changed the four didn’t take long to start nodding off and up they were carried to the nursery snuggled into their own cribs covered with soft blankets. Each nestling deeper into sleep at your move to turn on the music box in your glimpse of Kim sneaking in for a glance of the nursery now with actual babies inside of it after an empty inspection of it earlier at her body’s refusal to sleep until they were in bed. Another hug was traded and then she went to test the beds that once spread out helped her to drop off to sleep herself until her alarm clock on the steps would wake her.

Pt 45

#Richard Armitage x Reader OC #Lee Pace x Reader OC #Baby Fever #Restraining Order #Practical Twins #Big Papa and Moon Pie

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Objection!: Chapter 16

Chapter title: How ‘Bout A Dance

A/n: !!!!! Guys! Guys! YALL this chapter!! Look im so excited!! im cryfin i Love THEM. LO AND THE KIDS!! PRINXIETY IS SO SMOFT!! PATTON BEING MY FAVE!! Just a breather from everything!! I LOVE THEM AND IM SO GLAD WE ARE PROGRESSING. I hope you enjoy this chapter and please leave me some comments!

I KNOW LITERALLY EVERYONE IS GONNA BE WATCHING THE NEW EPISODE BUT I SAID SCREW IT AND IM POSTING IT

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words: 5944

summary: Roman suffers with some of the after-effects of his experience

pairings: Eventual logicality, eventual prinxiety, platonic demus, romantic remile

warnings: Murder mention, child murder, Law and Courtroom, swearing, blood, hospital, crime scene, dead bodies, murder, gun mention, guns, swearing, flashbacks, angst

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“And finally, the noble prince was saved from his captors and healed by his dashing love” Roman explains, the twins bundle up closer their small eyes flutter trying to listen. “The knight, always so resilient, could never give up on his one true love” Roman recites, Patton smiles sweetly from the door, a hot tea warming his hand as he leans on the arch. “So together, the knight and the prince fought endless hours until the battle was won” Valerie giggles clapping her small hands, Remus yawns pulling the blanket closer towards him. “They returned home heroes and were quickly crowned king and king of this land of promise” Remus gives his best cheer, dazed and sleepy. “And they lived happily ever after” Roman finishes planting a kiss on each of their foreheads before gently laying them in their respective beds.

“Tomorrow can you do one about princesses?” Valerie requests as Roman tucks her in, she plays loosely with his face poking and prodding.

“Anything for my Princesa” Roman assures, the little girl yawns satisfied turning over as she clutches to her bear. Roman moves across the room to where a lazy Remus had waddled to his bed, struggling to climb in. Roman helps him in making sure he's secure.

“I want one about octopuses and snakes” Remus mumbles, Roman glances towards Patton who simply shrugs. “My new best friend loves snakes,” He says into his pillow, Roman chuckles wishing the pair goodnight. He turns off the lights making sure their night-lights are on before closing the door behind him.

“They missed you,” Patton says, the two men situate into the living room. Roman slumps into the couch exhausted, the fatigue setting in. His first day out of the hospital, though slow and careful was still rough. Patton had been by his side most of the time, he was incredibly grateful for it. “I missed you Ro” Patton adds, a soft smile spreads across the judge's face. Logan had stopped by earlier to visit and check-in, even Remy and Emile had joined them. Alas, the one prominent missing piece, the one Roman desired the most. Virgil.

“Thanks for today, it was nice” He adjusts his position, curling up. “I forgot how much they could be, however, I love them don't get me wrong” Roman defends, he sighs rubbing his head. “I was just hoping all of this wouldn't be so hard…” He didn't want this injury to linger, to change what he was before. He loved playing with the kids, he adored striding through the day with adventure, he longed for the nights where he huddled them up and told stories so magical.

“Eh, maybe you're just getting old” Patton jokes, Roman laughs nudging him gently. “You should get some sleep, I know it's not ideal but you'll be back home tomorrow” Patton suggests spinning the spoon in his cup. Roman sits up, his brows furrowed.

“What do you mean? My house is a mess” He remembers, the dark images of shattered memories flash through his mind. A coy smile quickly makes its way around Patton's face. “What did you do?”

“It's not what I did, its what Virge did!” Patton exclaims, Roman softens at the mention of the detective, his chest fills. “He spent all day today cleaning up and organizing for you, he even took Ollie to get pampered” Patton informs, Roman can't describe his thoughts. The sizzling blush across his face, the increased sweat gathered in his hands.

“He did that...for me?” Roman marvels, a bitter taste stings the tip of his tongue, a reminder. Don't get your hopes up. With the addition of the ‘Remy incident’, Roman learned that a certain lawyer couldn't keep his mouth shut. Roman's romantic plans revealed to a less than happy Virgil. “He hasn't been avoiding me?”

“Of course not silly” Patton smiles “He's been planning this for a while” Roman hopes his eyes are teasing him, a joke, there can't be actual tears welling...can there? “Hey, if this is about the gala, he was just a little surprised I'm sure he’ll say yes” Patton assures, Roman nods. “Promise me you'll go through with it?” He holds out his pinky finger, a cute smirk on his face. Roman scoffs playfully but promises nonetheless. “Good! Now sleep” And so Roman did. Patton set him up in the guest bedroom before retreating to his own room. Sleep was the easy part, it was impossible not to feel comfortable in this house. It radiated love and joy and warmth, his dreams on the other hand? Now that was difficult.

So was waking up in a drenched sweat, covering his mouth as relentless screams came out. Liquid puddled in his hands, dripping down him, unable to differentiate. The room remained still, the darkness consuming him as something moved through the shadows. The screams wouldn't stop, he couldn't stop them, they controlled him.

“Roman!” Patton's voice broke through, the judge looked towards the door, light-flooded in, an aura surrounded the lawyer. He quickly took a seat at Romans side, taking him in his arms. The judge shook his head frantically, apologies muttered endlessly. Patton's gaze filled with worry as he held tighter, strokes of comfort across his head. “Ro...talk to me, what's wrong?” Patton pleads, wanting nothing more than to help, be there.

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry” He repeats simply, Patton shushes him continuing his strokes. He takes a towel from the nightstand, dabbing across him softly, a soaking feeling never helped.

“You have nothing to be sorry for” If there's one thing Patton wanted Roman to hear, it was that. “You're ok, you're safe, I promise” Well and that...he mimics a rocking motion, Roman isn't there anymore, a shell as the judge escapes into his thoughts. Hiding in fear of the man he sees in Patton's arms. “You're ok Roman, it's ok” He hopes, his own mind racing violently. It slows and he can feel the steady breathing, he takes his phone out shooting a very messy, quick text to Logan and Virgil.

“I'm sorry” Roman whispers again, too afraid to fall asleep, too tired to fight anymore.

~~~

“Is he ok? What happened? What's going on?” Virgil interrogates as soon as Patton approaches. He's been waiting by the front desk, his foot about to be shaken off by pure force. “Patton!” He gives the lawyer no time to answer, a sigh returned.

“I spoke to his doctor this morning, its common after such a traumatic injury” Patton begins slowly, Virgil instantly regains a regular demeanor, he listens. “He warned me about what Romans going to be going through-”

“What?!” Virgil cries, he can't handle this. How can he help? What can he do?

“Virgil, you need to take a deep breath” A newly joined Logan advises. “Let Patton explain ok?” Virgil nods, the arm Logan puts on his shoulder creating a sense of calm. Patton gives a supportive smile but continues.

“He's going to be withdrawn, and his temper is going to shorten.” Patton remembers “He's going to be very irritable but we can not walk on eggshells around him. I mean it ok? The last thing he wants its to be treated differently, we just have to adjust” Patton sighs, moving on “He can't come back to work yet, a-and he's having trouble sleeping and eating and-” Patton stops himself taking a deep breath. He can't help but picture last night, the fear, the absolute hatred for himself in Roman's eyes. He shakes his head, looking up. “Uh someones gotta stay with him, I just…” He meets their eyes again “I don't think he should be alone...but he needs to go home” The two agree, details to be discussed.

“So, obviously, no gala right?” Virgil adds, Logan goes to nod but Patton purses his lips.

“No he has to go, the doctor cleared him” Patton explains “But either way he has to, the gala is Roman's favorite event, he looks forward to every year. Not going would be detrimental to him” That's the last thing Virgil wants, hesitant he nods.

“Is he still...planning on...you know?” Virgil slows, Patton gives an awkward smile.

“Yeah...but you don't have to say yes” Patton defends, Virgil swallows “If you don't want” He adds, Virgil gives him a small glare, Patton smirks. “We can move him back today, and I'm ok taking the first few nights” Logan tilts his head, a frown upon his face. Even in the midst of everything, even the sunken look under Patton's eyes, the worrisome furrow of his brows, even with all of that he looked...stunning.

Woah

Ok, Logan clearly had not gotten enough sleep. Or maybe he was right, and should just-

“Pat, you have the twins to worry about” Virgil reminds, Patton's face remains. “I can take him tonight, ease him into the house” Virgil offers, though he does feel it. He wants to be there for Roman but he's not sure how.

“And you have Damian, it's ok I'll find a babysitter” He sighs hearing his phone ping “not up to debate Virge, I have to go, talk later ok?” Virgil huffs but nods making his way towards the door. Logan waves him farewell, promptly following Patton through the halls. He walks by his busy side, his hands behind him, fiddling with his fingers. Patton stops groaning as his phone goes off again.

“Everything alright?” Logan inquires, watching the reflection of the phone in Patton's glasses.

“I'm just so swamped, I have to talk to Haley about the case, I have to make arrangements for the Gala-” Logan cuts in

“I thought the committee took care of that” Patton laughs dryly, shaking his head at the suggestion.

“Please, I do most of the work and they take the credit” He states, Logan stifles a smirk. He loves the hinted passive-aggressiveness that radiates from Patton. It's nice to see him know his place, know that he deserves so much. Patton stares frozen at the wall as yet another ping from his phone plays out. “Oh god, their appointment I forgot!” He exclaims quickly replying. “And I have to find a babysitter for tonight..” He mutters, the words ‘pick-up’ and ‘Barbara’ are also slipped in

Offer Logan

Say the words

You want to

Logan searching for the courage to speak up clears his throat.

“Patton, I could help” The bespeckled lawyer looks up at him, his head cocks “I'm more than willing to” He offers, a nervous ringing in his ears, specifically with the twins but... For what seems like an eternity, Patton simply stares but soon Logan can take a breath. Patton takes his hands which are now placed neatly in front of him and squeezes sweetly.

“Oh! Thank you!” He exclaims, Logan returns his sickly smile. “If it's not too much to ask could you take the twins?” He requests a very small sliver of hope, Logans defenses fall. “I know its a lot! But it's just that they love you and know you, and you're so good with them” Patton rambles, Logan's soft spot for this quality is odd.

“But...I thought...only with people you…” He starts, he resets himself, “I thought you only left them with people you trusted” Logan recalls, the image of Remy tackling the twins.

“I never said I didn't trust you” Patton assures, the sweetest of smiles across his face.

~~~

The screeching children used to be so off-putting but now as Logan stands outside the daycare its a sense of joy and adventure. He pushes his way in, locating the front desk quickly, children can be seen running around. The woman smiles up at him, holding a finger as she finishes a call, he waits idly examining the building. To his left is the recreation area, its quite big with many different sections for different activities. Further to the right is some kind of kitchen/eating area and an educational section. The children play throughout the entire scene, some passing Logan as they go.

“Hi! How can I help you?” The woman greets, Cindy if Logan recalls.

“I'm here to pick up Remus and Valerie Hart” He informs, Cindy smiles nodding. Her fast fingers move quickly across the keyboard as she pulls up information.

“Patton told me you would be coming, name and identification please” She requests with an everlasting grin. Logan nods pulling his wallet from his pocket, he places his ID in front of her as she checks it. “Logan...Tolentino?”

“That is correct” He assures, Cindy finishes something up before standing up and making her way into the crowd. Logan watches her as she somehow spots two children from the crowd, something sets off in Logan as he watches Cindy take Remus and Valerie from their activity. A small smile across his face as they spot him running towards him ripping themselves away from Cindy.

“Logan!” Valerie squeals running faster than her brother, she jumps onto his lug, squeezing tightly. Logan kneels to greet her, amusing her with a small handshake.

“Lolo!” Remus, unknowingly, teases. A more...abrupt approach is taken as he jumps into Logan's arms almost knocking him over. “What are you doing here?” He questions quite forcefully as he pushes against the man's chest. Valerie nods in agreement clearly as curious as her brother.

“I'm here to pick you up and take you to the doctors, and then home” He explains, they grin brightly vibrating in his clutches. “Shall we?” He asks, he stands taking their hands to lead them out. Cindy waves them farewell as he goes out to the car. It gains silent quickly and Logan feels the sweat grow in his hands. He has no trouble upholding conversations, it's more of a matter of whether he wants to. But right now? His mind runs blank, he's spoken to children before, so why was this so difficult.

They reach the car and Logan helps them into their seats, Patton and him had traded vehicles for easier transport so it took some getting used to. Remus was eager to get into his seat on his own, Logan made sure it was secure. He helps Valerie next who held a pretty tight hold on the lawyer, almost fearful of letting go. Once shes secure Logan goes to move to the front seat but Valerie tugs.

“Valerie, is everything alright?” He questions softly, she struggles with her words before sighing in defeat. She lets go turning away from the window. Logan has an immense need to push, he wants to help, but how? He piles into the front seat beginning the drive, the kids speak in quick mumbles in the back. The drive goes by and they arrive promptly.

“Good morning! Welcome to the children's clinic, how can I help you?” Logan waves and carries the twins forward. They insisted they were ‘exhausted’ and Logan didn't mind.

“Hello, I'm Logan Tolentino, I'm here with Remus and Valerie Hart” He explains, the man nods.

“Right, Mister Hart informed us you were coming,” He says checkings over a few things, Logan pulls out his ID and all of the children's medical files Patton gave him. “Thank you, uh...yeah looks good. Just wait for your name to be called” He says handing them back, Logan thanks him sitting down. The twin's race to the small activity area, playing with the toys. Logan wants to warn them to be careful, to make sure they don't touch their face but his voice fails him. As if he isn't confident enough to...to take care of them.

“Valerie Hart?” Logan looks to the source, Valerie comes racing by quickly taking the nurses' hand. Logan stands to follow but worries about leaving Remus.

“It's ok! I go by myself! Rem gets more scared than I do” She assures smiling brightly, Logan nods a grateful smile in return. He watches her disappear into the office chatting away with the nurse. Logan wonders whether he should have let that happen, he feels as if everything is a test. A tally of points to determine his ability to take care of children, Patton's words breathing down his neck.

“I never said I didn't trust you”

“Remus Hart?” Logan snaps his neck towards the nurse's direction, he feels Remus grasp his hand, hesitantly moving forward. “Hi Remus, how are you?” The woman, Tora, asks. Remus hides behind Logan's leg, avoiding eye contact. She awes before facing Logan. “You can just follow me here, we’re going to take his weight, height, the usual” She informs, Remus steps onto the weight fiddling, much like his father, with his fingers. Tora does some quick scribbling before ushering them into the room.

“Help!” He whispers softly to Logan as the nurse closes the door. Logan obliges placing him gently on the bed. He giggles as the crimped paper sounds off below him. “Thank you” He recites, almost as if rehearsed.

“You're not...forgive my bluntness, his father correct?” Tora inquires as she sets up the blood pressure machine. Remus watches it frightened, his eyes scanning her every movement.

“Oh no, I'm…” He swallows the word, what is he? Friend...friend is not enough to describe..but what if that's exactly what Patton thought of them as. Or less? What was he to Patton.

“He's dada’s best friend!” Remus cheers, that works, Logan decides. “And Dada loves him” He mentions casually, Logan knows that at this age the differences between love are so sparse for children. They just see the world, the complexity of everything is left unturned, so this statement was nothing out of the ordinary. But the concept, the idea...Logan couldn't breathe.

“Well isn't that sweet” Tora finishes quickly and runs through the procedure easily. The doctor comes in and checks through everything, asking the standard questions. Logan has prepared in case any information was needed, he was surprised at just how much he knew.

“Alright, all that's left is a shot and then you're free to go” He states, Remus, who had been quite calming up until then burst. He jumps up quickly on the bed and hides behind Logan who had made the mistake of standing next to him. “Aw Remus, it's not so bad, just ask your dad” The doctor looks expectantly to Logan, it just wasn't the right time to correct him. Logan turns to Remus, placing him carefully back in his position.

“Remus, it's ok” He begins, the little boy watches him, puddles of water gathering in his eyes “At first it is scary, but then you won't even feel it. A quick pinch and it's over” He demonstrates on his arm, pinching it rapidly, no pain. Remus watches, he moves his hand over the spot, his eyes lighting up. “And, you can hold on to my hand if you get scared, alright?” Remus pokes the spot, but nods.

“Okey” He mutters, barely a confirmation “Can we get ice cream after?”

“We have ice cream at home” We, home. Logan might need the doctor.

~~~

“And welcome home!” Virgil claps, sighing dryly. Roman nods, a weak smile is given in return. “Uh, after the gala, Patton and I will switch and Ill come stay with you” He reads over their schedule, Roman gives a thumbs up from his exhausted position from the couch. “But for tonight, Pats your babysitter” He quips, Roman laughs

“Thanks, and thanks for helping me unpack, and for resisting the urge to make fun of me, and for not mentioning last night or the fact that I want to ask you to the gala” He rambles, Virgil takes a breath for him.

“Now we don't have time to unpack ALL of that” Virgil teases, Roman huffs. “As for making fun of you…” Virgil moves slowly, leaning over the couch as he speaks to Roman. “Never Princey” Somehow his fingers make their way into Roman's hair, he fiddles softly with the ends of them. “Dude your hair is so soft” he marvels almost instantly, Roman chuckles sitting up. Virgil makes his way around, sitting next to the judge. “And hey last night, it's ok...you do...know that right?”

“I guess...I feel awful” Roman admits, Virgil remains, he waits for his opening. “And, though not the ideal way I wanted you to find out, sorry about the gala thing, I know you don't wanna go let alone with me” Virgil cocks his head.

“Now who said I didn't want to go with you?” Virgil's fixed gaze falling onto Roman's eyes. Though tired, they still shimmer with amber excitement. “But why now? Why the dance?” Virgil questions, this might not be the most ideal time for them…

“Because you broke up with..” Roman snaps trying to remember “Drake! God what a douchey name-”

“And douchey person” Virgil reminds recalling the reporter he had dated for a while.

“Right, you guys broke up like...nine months ago, and this was just...the perfect opportunity” Roman hopes it does not sound shaky. Virgil stifles a laugh, Roman pushes his shoulder gently. “I was nervous until I almost died, and then I decided I didn't have time to be nervous” He admits, Virgil softens, the quiet stir of the house sets in.

“Well, I would've said yes, still will if you want to” Roman nods, neither able to meet their eyes.

“Hey uh, Virge?” He begins, the detective looks up at him. He stands from the couch, kneeling in front of it, his face keeps serious “Would you go to the gala with me?” He asks, holding out his hands as if opening a box, besides the fact that it's empty. Virgil laughs nudging, he collects himself before gasping.

“Yes of course!” He cries, they stand cheering delighted before falling back onto the couch, laughing. “Crap now I have to get a suit” He sighs, Roman shrugs knowing he has a plethora of options available. “I should get back to Dee, he's been a little antsy every time I leave lately…” Virgil mentions

“Of course, tell him his dad says hi” He jokes, Virgil, rolls his eyes flicking Roman across the head. “Bye Virge!” He shouts, Virgil turns shooting quick finger guns leaving shortly after. As soon as the door closes Roman jumps quickly, a small victory dance commences through his house. New energy takes place as the lights seem just a bit brighter. He hums as it goes, a sweet tune carried with him as he begins cleaning up a few things. He moves to the kitchen. His eyes dare to scan the room, the room is spotless but his mind is not. Moments later the door swings open full f..orce

“Hello?” Roman calls out from his position, he hears rapid forceful footsteps under him. Doors and cabinets slam, things break with a piercing crash. Roman drops his items and rushes to the door. Locking it, he turns off the lights instantly calling Virgil, no response. “Virge, please pick up” He whispers frantically, cowers in the corner, the footsteps only grow louder.

“Roman Reial!” A husky voice calls, it's shaky as it searches through the upper level. The urge to yell ‘not here’ was too much, he clasps his mouth shut with his hand clearly stifling hysterical laughter. Ollie’s whines as he barks trying to scare the intruder away are momentarily heard. Please don't hurt him, Roman begs wishing his spaniel was with him.

His door was old, it was ancient in fact, it wouldn't survive a beating. And yet, it held pretty well for a while. Well until it shoved open now Roman could see the figure, fight or flight. And yet for some reason, he remained frozen watching as a gun was pulled on him.

“Hiding like a coward are you mister Reial?” The man questions, the nerve. He's being smart, fighting would do him no good, although neither did hiding. Running, running would've been the smart option. “Shame, I was hoping you would put up a fight” Roman tried hard to identify his voice, searching for a clue of anything at all.

“What do you want?” Roman tries, the man laughs, sickly his voice oozes. An eloquent fit Roman supposes, dying at the hands of the unknown, his life built quite the same. Charging into the unknown, he winces, as the man reasserts his position. Soon enough the shot rings throughout, it's funny, Roman doesn't hear it at first but he feels it. It pushes him back, his hands move slowly to the wound clutching tightly as the red substance oozes out of him.

“One down, one to go” The man mocks, Roman watches blurry as he exits leaving a helpless judge to wallow in his own despair, as he watches the darkness consume him.

“Hey! Sorry, I forgot my...jacket” Virgil wanders off, walking towards the dazed man. Roman faces him coming back from his musings. “Ro?” He questions ever so softly “Are you ok?” Virgil places a hand on Roman's shoulder, the instant wincing wasn't intentional but a leftover. A bitter taste left to last.

“Peachy keen” he whispers his lie.

~~~

“Yes perfect! Right there!” Patton commands the men nod walking briskly away as they set up the room. Patton smiles standing in the center of the beautiful draping ballroom.

He yawns, he misses the twins. He sees them throughout the day but he's been so busy and taking care of Roman, though he loved being there for his friend, was...honestly hard. He didn't know if he was helping. He knew Logan was taking good care of them which helped relax him but he just wanted to scoop them up and lay on the couch watching movies.

“Mister Hart, you look wonderful” Patton turns ready to thank the stranger, turning bright red as his eyes fall on an equally wonderful looking Logan.

“Oh! Hey Lo, you look…” Patton swears he's just exhausted but he couldn't find the right words. Logan goes to work in a suit almost every day, it is not an uncommon occurrence. And yet here he stood, under the aurous lights of the chandelier framing him perfectly, he looked- “Enchanting” Patton mutters, his eyes meeting Logans.

“It looks marvelous in here Patton” Logan compliments, Patton nods slowly, his jaw slacked. His eyes continue to scan the man, something about the way the room presents itself. Logan is breathtaking, literally, Patton might faint. “The twins are all tucked in for the evening and Barbara is watching over them, she's grateful for the night off” He explains, the mention of his family sets off a reset button in the lawyer. He bounces smiling.

“Thank you, and thank you for picking her up and thank you for everything Lo, seriously, it means the world to me” Patton takes Logan's hand, both feel a familiar shock run through them, tingling their hearts excited. He squeezes, lingering just a bit, even as his name is called. “Yes?” He turns finally pulling away.

“The event has begun” They announce, Pattom buzzes excited releasing a shaky breath. And then it did, people flooded in, moving across the floor dancing soon the room was alive. Logan had lost Patton in the crowd somewhere, a sinking feeling in his stomach fearing he wouldn't be seeing him.

“Hey pocket protector” Roman greets, Virgil at his side, eyeing the world around him. “No date?” He teases, Virgil appropriately nudges him. “Twas a joke” He responds

“Twas not funny” Virgil replies, Logan smiles weakly. He's spent the better half a week with children, and he adores them of course but he was hoping to have a conversation. One not full of coloring and octopuses. He excuses himself.

“Look you pushed him away” Roman retorts, Virgil scoffs feeling more comfortable by the minute. “Hey, you ok?” Roman checks, Virgil rolls his eyes

“I should be asking you that, how are you feeling?” Virgil returns the gesture, Roman resists the urge to reassure him and simply nods. “Oh? The music is changing” Virgil notes

“Astute observation detective Tormine” Roman teases, he takes a deep breath “Wanna dance?” Virgil shrugs dragging the judge towards the floor. Roman feels as though his entire weight has been gone, he floats letting Virgil lead him through the dance. Roman, surprisingly, not much of a dancer. He has rhythm, so as Virgil takes point, he picks it up quickly.

“Nice, you sure you're good?” Virgil checks again, the music drowns out in the background as it becomes just them. The pair in their own bubble, moving swiftly, clutching to one another as they dance. Roman can't tell if this is real, it feels too good.

“I am good Virge please” He hopes, Virgil backs off, nodding. The music really does take them into their own world. “Thank you, for...saying yes” He mumbles, Virgil reasserts his hands.

“Roman, I didn't do this...out of pity.” Virgil wants to make sure the judge knows that, he just...he doesn't know how to express it. “I wanted to say yes, me, I, all me” He assures, Romans smile couldn't be measured. “Now come on, I need some air, too many schmucks” He jokes, Roman claps for the song before obliging Virgil's wishes as they make their way to the balcony.

“Patton did a wonderful job…” Roman muses leaning over the railing, the chill runs through him, Virgil was right...he needed this. “Oh hey” Virgil turns his head to face Roman, his arms folded across the railing. “I forgot to mention, you look really nice”

“Right back at you” Virgil quips, the silence that falls between them is comfortable, welcomed. They're so close, Virgil feels warm, not needing an extra jacket. Not that Roman would hesitate to wrap him in anything. Roman yawns tilting his head slightly, he allows his head to fall carefully onto Virgil's shoulder. Virgil pets him teasingly. “There there” He mocks

“Aha,” Roman chuckles dryly. “I really like you Virge” Roman admits, he knows it's the residue of the meds but the truth it holds is real. Some might claim it moved too fast but four years too slow was Roman's argument.

“Well I would hope so” Virgil replies playing with his hair, its soft under his fingers and Roman doesn't mind. He lifts his head up and stares in Virgil's eyes, you really can get lost in them, the ebony mystery behind them. Roman's next move could be deemed as impulsive, fast, but to him? It was perfect.

He leans in placing his hand on Virgil's cheek. He won't have to watch his reaction as he shuts his eyes and let his heart get the best of him. His lips meet the detectives and everything falls away. It's different than expected, that would happen when you imagine the moment so many times it's hard to believe its happening. It is harder to believe that Virgil, though caught off guard for a moment, returns the gesture. They both know, consciously the need to breathe but both want nothing more than to remain connected. Virgil pulls away first making sure his hand stays interlaced with Romans. The warmth transferring from Roman's hand onto his cheek allows him to melt into it.

“Wow…” Virgil marvels “You're a really bad kisser” He jokes, his eyes glossed over. Roman releases his hold, laughing as he pushes gently against Virgil. They resume leaning against the railing (and one other) both releasing a sigh, with it so do their worries for the night.

“Well, this was fun” Roman taps the railing lightly beginning his venture back into the room. Virgil chuckles shaking his head, he turns taking Romans hand pulling him towards him. Curious, perhaps. Desperate? Mayhaps. Desiring? Absolutely. He kisses Roman, wanting nothing more than to stay like this.

“Woah there,” Roman says once they separate. “Take it easy, I'm on a date” Roman quips

“Whatever Princey,” Virgil says “Come on, let's go dance”

Romans never felt happier. Should they never talk about it, Roman was flying that night.

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“Logan!” Patton cries finally identifying the lawyer in the middle of the bustling people. Logan takes Patton's shoulders grounding the excited man. He squeals through a grin, his body vibrating in Logan's hold.

“Yes, Patton?” Logan chuckles, Pattons smile only grows.

“I just saw the most amazing thing!” He exclaims turning around as people eye him, his voice becomes hushed now “Roman and Virgil, out on the balcony...kissing!” He announces, Logan's grip loosens and his enthusiasm disappears.

“Oh, that's wonderful” Logan remarks dryly, he is happy for them of course, it just feels as though the world has been progressing without him.

“Logan! It's more than wonderful! Those two have been dancing around each other for years!” Patton can feel his cheeks hurting but he doesn't care, the night just lights up, the music swelling and his heart bursting. “Oh, I'm so happy” He swoons “Oh! And they're going home together and then they'll cuddle and just have a wonderful night!” Patton hopes

“How many drinks have you had?” Logan questions, staring at the almost dazed figure. Patton, keeping his smile bright lowers his eyes.

“I don't drink, I had a few sugary drinks but nothing alcoholic” he assures, Logan bites his tongue feeling awful at the assumption. Also completely aware of Patton's disdain for alcohol. “I should sit” He jokes dryly, Logan nods leading him over to one of the high-tables. “How's your night?” He wonders, sipping some water that had been placed complementary on the tables.

“Mundane” Logan replies, instantly regretting his words as Patton's grin only dims. “But better, now that I have…” You “Someone to talk to, I never really care for these events” He gestures at the room, the energy behind them buzzing.

“Understandable” Patton nods, he sighs watching as the room only grows stronger. “I'm so excited to go home and see the twins” Patton hangs on the words, stretching at the idea. “Oh! And Barb and Marcy! I feel as though I haven't seen them for ages” He moans

“Well, you don't have to stay” Logan offers, collecting his keys from his coat pocket. The sweet jingle meaning a lot to Patton. He had been here for hours not sure who dropped him off. Riding him in comfortable silence, with a light tune playing as the pair teased each other accidentally meeting somewhere along the dashboard? Well, it sounded more than perfect.

“Oh! But I've barely done anything” Patton says wistfully, his eyes fixed on the option to escape to the warmth of his home. However, he organized the event, he did most of the work he should be here, waiting it out still what's left are the remnants of a spectacular evening.

“How about a dance, one dance and then we can go?” Logan proposes extending his hand, Patton bites his lower lip before taking his hand and invitation. A familiar shock zaps them both, their fingers fitting perfectly together. The lawyer leads him across the floor as the sound slows and a sweet tune plays. A jazzy tone as they brace in each other's arms, Logan leads feeling it be the safer option. Patton, being exhausted, lets him lead. The drowsy motions of the lawyer only add to the soft touch they grace the dancefloor with. The song ends almost too soon, neither had been able to look anywhere but each other. Lingering if only for a second before applauding the night away.

“That was perfect” Patton relaxes content, feeling the energy drain from him as he ascends from his sugary throne. “Thank you” He whispers, seems their hands still connected.

“Home?” Logan twirls his fingers in Pattons, a quick tickle hits the pair.

“Home” he confirms.

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ficstogo · 5 years

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idfc*

Pairing: Mickey Milkovich x Reader

Word Count: 1,271

Summary: There’s so much distance between you and Mickey nowadays it’s killing you. Deciding to have a sleepover with Mandy to release some tension, you find out exactly why. but honestly, you rather have him lie to you then know the truth.

Warning: A little NSFW further in. Cringe, Language

A/N: I think it is wrong of me to post this.

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All you want is to see him, talk to him, kiss him, be the way you two use to be. You barely see Mickey anymore and when you do you don’t even hang out, it was always quick chatter or small meet ups. The fear of your relationship booking a one way train to splittsville enveloped you in a cocoon of sadness, frustration, and a pinch of self-consciousness. You were afraid he was seeing some whore behind your back making you feel as if there were so many things wrong with you. That you didn’t appeal to him. You bore him. That you’re the reason this relationship isn’t working out and probably never will. You couldn’t think those things. Those thoughts that feed on you like a leech made you hide yourself from everyone and hibernate in your room with enough thoughts to get you through and tears for your pillow to soak up like a sponge.

Mandy, on the other hand, assured you that everything is fine. He’s only busy, what with their dad still in jail and everything. Mandy felt bad though. You were dating his brother and you were actually good for him. Too good. You felt that Mickey was to good for you. He’s beautiful, funny, outrageous, crude, and everything else that made you , the quiet insecure little girl, fall for this “Southside piece of trash” that you heard people call him. You obviously didn’t see him that way.

What better way to fix this then to eat ice cream and watch movies? Simple, have a friend with you. That friend being Mandy and instead of having a pity party why not a sleepover. “It’ll be great! Get your mind off things.”

“Why are we having a sleepover again?” you asked.

“Because we need to hang out more. Do some girl things together, get you out of your dump of a mood, and Ian’s too busy to hang out with me tonight.” Mandy said as she linked her arm to yours. Wait, who’s Ian… Right, her best friend. That Gallagher kid in our class.

“Alright, let’s just head to my place so I can get some things.” you responded.

“Yay!”

.~.~.~.~.~.

You weren’t able to sleep and you didn’t know why. You had a terrible feeling inside you and you couldn’t get rid of it. Lying there, staring at the darkness that consumed the bedroom you were in, you assumed that it was late, maybe 2 or 3 when you heard the door open and footsteps trying to quietly (yet failed as it sounded like they were stumbling over their own feet) make it through the bedroom. It’s probably Mickey. A small smile grew on your lips thinking about him. You could surprise him. He had no clue you were here. You two could snuggle up together, talk, and fall asleep in each others arms while Mandy would wake up wondering where you had gone to. That would be perfect. Make up for lost time.

Determined at this plan that you created, you slowly sat up from the creaky bed you were sharing with Mandy, waited until you were sure you didn’t disturbed her, slowly moved your legs over the edge of the mattress and stood, quietly inching towards the exit of the bedroom to your escape. The small smile grew as you sneaked to Mickeys bedroom.

Arriving to his door you lightly knocked on the wooden barrier and called out his name, only to hear some small noises on the other side.

You wished you never slept over here at all.

Turning the door knob and entering his room you found yourself with wide tear filled eyes staring at two sweat glistening pale bodies radiating in the moon light from the window. Hands on the brunette’s hips as the red haired lover thrusted into him. Pants, moans, and the squeaky sounds of the bed filled your ears. A gasp left your parted lips and the attention was now on you.

Blue and green eyes stared in shock at you. “Fuck!” Scrabbling to get out of the red head’s grasp and reaching for his clothes, you thought of how amusing this would have been if it weren’t for the painful fact that this was your boyfriend in this situation. In his pants, Mickey rushed towards you and said, “Fuck! Y/N! I swear, this isn’t what it looks! I promise you it isn’t.” He continued to ramble on until you finally got your voice back.

“You’re cheating on me…”

“No I’m fuckin’ not!,” he grabbed your shoulders. “I’m gonna say this again, it’s not what it looks like, ok? He’s just a friend. You’re not gonna say this to anybody alright? Not a fuckin’ word.” The close proximity between you two helped you realize that he had a few beers or more. He’s drunk. That’s why he’s doing this. Drunk people do stupid things without even knowing it.

“Not a fuckin’ word! Are you really worried about me telling this to somebody. You’re cheating on me!” Amazing. Worst fear come true. He had no idea what to do. The red head just sat with sheets covering him up, guilt and shame on his face as he look down to the side. He honestly didn’t know what to do.

You stood in utter disbelief as your boyfriend didn’t have the strength to look at you in the eyes. “Mickey, I… I thought… I love you! Please Mickey! I love you, you mean everything to me, you are my everything! Please Mickey tell me this isn’t really happening!” Your breathing grew heavy. Mickey didn’t really know what to say, he couldn’t deny what you had already saw and he couldn’t go back on it. No words escaped his lips.

Your hands went to his face making him look at you. Tears traveled down your face as you searched his eyes. “T-this never happened! I didn’t see a-anything, alright! We can go back to loving each other an-and going on dates! We don’t even have to go on dates! We can just sit in your living room and have some beers.” You were frantic, your breathing was all over the place as tears flooded your eyes and stained your cheeks. You held onto Mickey for dear life as he looked down with a grim look and in a shakey whisper, you said “P-please. J-just tell me that you l-love me too. Please… Just say it…”

His hands slid up to yours that were still grasping his face and pulled them away. “I’m sorry but I don’t love you that way.” As the words set into your mind you backed away from him and instead of feeling deep sadness you felt searing, burning anger within your chest.

“I was a cover the whole time.”

No words left his lips as he nervously rubbed his neck.

“Fuck you” you spat out. Shock formed on Mickey’s face. That was the first. You barely said things like that. You were alwayds the “good girl” which made everyone at school think you were prissy. You then stormed out back into Mandy’s bedroom grabbed your shoes and coat and then left only to hear Mandy’s voice calling to you.

“Y/N, Y/N! Where you going?”

“Home.” You said as you headed to the front door.

“Wait, why?”

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mainly-kpop · 5 years

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Viagra Series

Namjoon ft Yoongi

Word count: 1768

Warnings: smut obviously, pill taking, daddy kink, sharing, phone sex?

Waking up abruptly to have something to eat seems like an easy enough task. Unless you're namjoon, who is trying to keep every ounce of sleep he has left in his body. If only he had picked the correct cupboard.

He rolled out of bed early that morning, or late that night, he didn’t want to know. All he knew is he should be asleep right now, the soft snores to his left solidifying the idea in his head. If his brain could connect with his stomach for once in it’s life, maybe he wouldn’t wake up at god knows what time for fucking snacks.

He trudged himself to the kitchen, pulling open the cupboard. Picking out a random box he opened it up feeling it before shrugging. Realistically he should just open his eyes, look at what the hell he had in his hands before throwing it into his mouth. However, he was aware M&Ms had new packaging, so who was he to question snack wrappers these days? Popping one into his mouth he crunched down, grimacing at the taste. Not M&Ms, definitely not. He poured a glass of water, chugging it to rid the taste, that almost tasted like-.

‘Joonie, what are you doing in the medicine cabinet?’ She questioned tiredly, rubbing her eyes, god she was so adorable. Wait medicine cabinet?! He opened his eyes fully, looking at the packet in question. No, oh dear lord, no.

‘I thought it tasted a bit strange. Zoinks scoob, that’s problematic.’ She frowned confused, what the ever loving god?

‘Zoinks scoob? Problematic? Are you high? What did you take?’ She walked over to the counter, looking at the packet, the writing in full white block letters. She snickered looking at the man beside her, blush over his cheeks. She looked down at his pants, seeing the growing bulge.

‘Huh, it really is fast acting look at that.’ She spoke impressed, the more you know.

‘Oh baby, looks like we are in for a long night.’ He growled, picking her up from her waist carrying her back to bed, she squealed smacking his hands so he would put her down.

‘Joonie! It’s early morning, you can’t do this I have plans today! With viagra in your system, I’ll never make it!’ He stood still for a moment, grip not easing on her, she puffed out air crossing her arms.

‘Then cancel your plans, it’s gonna be a good morning.’ He spoke smugly, running the rest of the way to their bedroom, god save the neighbor’s.

She couldn’t believe he was doing this, it’s 5 A.M for god sake! He wiggled off her PJ bottoms before wiggling his trousers off also.

‘Wow, wow, wow, you aren’t just going straight in right?’ She stopped him, hand pressed to his chest. He put his hand over his heart, a hurt hiss slipping through his teeth.

‘What do you think I am? An animal?!’ She rolled her eyes, a sigh coming out her mouth. He slipped down to his knees, bringing her body closer to the edge of the bed. Stroking his hands up and down her thighs, he spread them apart effortlessly, the cold air hitting her core. She wasn’t all that aroused before, she had only just opened her eyes for god sake. However, now with him between her legs, eyes animalistic and full of want. She could feel herself getting wet, her little bud getting hard, a soft whimper struggling to be held back.

‘Baby, look at the state of you, and I’ll I did was get on my knees. Such a little whore for me.’ He growled, trailing his middle finger through the wetness that already pooled between her legs.

‘I’ll always be your little whore daddy, tease me like the bad girl I am.’ He was taken back for a minute, she never behaved like this, asking to be punished. To be honest, it was a new side of her he could get used to.

‘You want to be punished huh? Tell me all the naughty things you’ve done baby, make it worth my while.’ He whispered, a lustful rumble to his words. His finger dipping inside her every so often, then pulling out like it never happened.

‘I’ve been such a naughty whore daddy. I touched myself yesterday, I didn’t even send you a video. I thought of you, your name slipping from my lips as I came, but I didn’t want you to see it. It was for me.’ She teased him, his jaw clenching at this fact. He loved knowing she was getting herself off, whether he knew about it before, during or after. He loved knowing her fingers were deep inside herself, vibrator pressed to her clit.

‘What did you do baby, show daddy.’ She whimpered as he pulled his hand away, slowly replacing it with her own. It wasn’t unusual for Namjoon to request she pleasure herself, he loved watching her fall apart whether it was his doing or not. That was probably why he was happy with threesome, no matter the participant. Sometimes he would sit off to the side, watch her get fucked by one of his friends. The noises that spilled from her mouth. None of this phased him because he knew, no matter what she would always need him. Need his dick, his words, his fingers, mouth, everything about him drove her wild and he knew this. No matter how good his friends were. He was better.

He watched her slip her fingers gently inside of herself, moving them around until her back arched, finding the spot inside herself.

‘What else baby, how else have you been a naughty girl?’ He questioned, she whimpered, suppressing it by biting down on her lip.

‘I was thinking about Yoongi again yesterday, god his dick was so good. Daddy, I got wet thinking about him, I want him again so bad.’ She whimpered, feeling like she was pushing herself over the edge. Before she could reach her climax, Namjoon pulled her fingers out of her, dark eyes focused on her.

‘That is naughty, very naughty. Those thoughts are not something daddy likes to hear.’ He spoke stretching his neck standing over her body. He held out his hand, pulling her to her feet, bodies flushed together.

‘On your knees princess, show me how sorry you are.’ She dropped to her knees quickly, and obediently. He smirked, the control he had over her making his dick twitch. She wrapped her lips instantly around the tip, knowing teasing him was only going to get her more punishments. He groaned, the feeling of her warm lips wrapped delicately around his dick. His head rolling back as he wrapped a hand around her hair, pushing her further and further down. She gagged lightly, tears stinging the corners of her eyes, but he just praised her.

‘I’m going to start now baby, if it gets too much show me what you’re going to do.’ He commanded. She responded by tapping his thigh two times before he smiled, praising her again. He pulled himself out her mouth, head resting on the tip of her tongue. Relaxing her throat and letting her jaw go slack, she sucked in a deep breath readying herself for what was to come. Slowly he eased himself back in, tip hitting the back of her throat, she swallowed around him puppy dog eyes locked with his. He began thrusting shallowly into her throat, pulling out the littlest bit before shoving straight into her throat. Drool dripped down her chin, trailing down her throat, soaking the little shirt she had on. Namjoon growled, feeling himself getting close. The look on her face, the tears falling from her eyes. The drool dripping down her chin, landing on the shirt making her hard nipples even more visible. Pulling himself out of her mouth, she gasped for air, sucking in whatever she could. He got on his knees cradling her face in his hands, wiping the drool from her chin.

‘So good baby, you did so well. On the bed, daddy isn’t done with you yet.’ As she crawled up the bed, he grabbed his phone punching in his pin and searching something.

‘Daddy what are you doing?’ She whispered, already having a slight incline to what he was doing. The phone rang on speaker for a moment before she heard a voice through the device.

‘Do you know what the fucking time is?!’ He screamed through the mic, causing Namjoon to lightly laugh. He crawled over the bed, putting the phone down beside her head.

‘You’re going to wanna be up for this Yoongi. Baby? On all fours, why don’t you tell him how much you miss him while I fuck you raw.’ She wasted no time, crawling onto her knees, putting herself face down on the pillow. He slid himself in with ease, stopping momentarily as she moaned right into the phone. Yoongi letting a string of curse words filter through the device, she whimpered in embarrassment and arousal. Knowing he could hear her, what she had to say to him, it was so hot.

‘Yoongi, I’m such a naughty girl. I miss your dick so much I- FUCK.’ She screamed, Namjoon slamming into her hard, over and over. Words failing her both the boys egged her on, wanting to hear more.

‘Keep going baby, tell him what you want.’ Namjoon said, breathing heavy. Yoongi joining in next, begging her for more.

‘Come on princess, keep going, I’m so close.’ He moaned, the clear evidence of him getting himself off. She whimpered, feeling herself hurdling past the point of no return. Feeling Namjoon’s hips stuttering, hearing Yoongi’s moans turn to whimpers.

‘Yoongi I want you to fuck me while daddy watches, I want you to fuck me so hard I can’t remember anything but your name. FUCK, Yoongi, daddy, please.’ She sobbed, body collapsing onto the bed, the power of her orgasm making her knees and arms weak. A breathy yet deep moan sounded through the phone, a sure sign that he came at the same time. Namjoon followed closely behind, fingertips digging into the swell of her ass.

‘Anyway…’ Namjoon spoke after everyone gathered their breath back. ‘I’m sure we can arrange something soon, right Yoongi?’ He questioned, leaving butterfly kisses along her back and shoulder.

‘For you two? I’m free whenever you want me.’ He whispered, leaving a tired and excited smile on her face. As the phone call ends, she hangs it up giggling.

‘Such a naughty girl, bet that made you want round two, no?’ He questioned, pouncing on her, she squealed in shock.

‘SHUT THE FUCK UP IT’S SIX AM YOU PIGS!!’ Came a scream and a thump from next door, they both looked at each other in horror, giggling embarrassed.

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pulpwriterx · 4 years

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WOODS (2)

They agreed to meet in the place where they had first met.

You asked for it, O Best Beloved, so here it is...

The next week, Rey flew to another forest.

When Rey landed her X-Wing, Kylo’s TIE Fighter was there.

He had hidden it with some brush, and Rey did the same.

When they got to the spot, Rey saw that Kylo had brought a big sleeping bag, and two pillows.

He wasn’t wearing his full uniform, just his tunic and his boots.

And those black leather pants.

“Can you stay until tomorrow? I’m in charge. I get to do what I want.” He asked.

“I can. What’s in the grey box?”

“It’s a cooling box. Food.”

“Real food?”

“I always eat real food. There’s a huge bruise on your shoulder blade.”

“I know. I fell, when I was trying to fight the drone with the blast shield down. How am I supposed to feel where it is?”

Ben shrugged.

“I never could. But before it fires? It makes a tiny whirring sound. Aim your lightsaber in the direction of that sound. You'll never miss, again. Now, sit up. Keep your back straight.”

He put her shoulder back in place.

“That’s much better! Sorry about the ugly bruise. What happened to your hand? Your knuckles are all purple.” Rey asked.

“I was questioning one of the late and unlamented Snoke’s toadies that I turned up. He could withstand sophisticated Force techniques, so I just punched him in the face over and over again until he screamed he’d tell me anything. He talked.”

Rey nodded, sagely.

She was more concerned with what he was unpacking from the grey box.

A plate of sandwiches, made from thick slabs of bread, nerf steak and cheese.

Potatoes, fixed up with vegetables and eggs and some kind of sauce.

And then a small white carton, that was very cold.

“Here. Eat this first. Before it melts.”

Rey opened the carton.

There was something ice cold and blue in it.

She got the spoon from her mess kit, and tasted it.

It had a smooth consistency, and it was cold, but creamy and sugary, and it tasted like blue milk, and vanilla, and a little like cinnamon.

“This is so good! It tastes even better than it looks!”

“Rey, you act like you've never eaten ice cream.” Ben laughed.

“I haven’t!”

“You never ate ice cream? Ever? Go ahead. Finish it. I have more. How could you have never eaten ice cream? In your life?”

“Because I never had parents. Or a home. Ben, when I was 13, I ran away from my miserable life as my guardian’s near slave. With a flyboy named Dack Rann, who told me he was thirty, but later I found out he was closer to fifty. By the time I was 14, he had dumped me back in the sand on Jakku, and I was on my own. Maybe you think your family were neglectful, and I believe you that they were. But you had one. I have nothing.”

“You have me. I promise, I won’t leave you, Rey. Even if I have to come back from the dead. I’m a Sith Lord, a Jedi Master, and a Skywalker. Don’t ever believe I’m dead, unless you’ve buried me with your own hands, and I haven’t come up out of the ground in a week. Gods, I thought you were just on a diet, like women are. I didn’t know you were starving. Eat. Eat more.”

“Are you sure you can trust your cook?”

“You’re looking at him. I can’t trust anybody. I cook all my own food. I even butcher the meat.”

Rey ate all the ice cream, one of the giant sandwiches, and a heap of the potato thing, and she was stuffed.

Ben ate the rest, but he offered more to her, first.

He ate like a Wookiee; his table manners were awful, but Rey had no way of knowing that.

Hers were worse.

Ben didn’t tell her.

He’d never told her that fancy women from Coruscant and other such places took a razor and shaved their underarms and their legs like men shaved their faces.

And some women even shaved their bush.

Ben didn’t mind a little leg hair.

And he was partial to bush.

“What are you thinking about?” Rey asked.

“Your bush.”

“Not now, Ben! I’m so full I think if you got on top of me, I would explode! I need to walk some of this meal off.”

“What kind of bullshit gung-ho Jedi Uncle Luke crap is that? You sleep off a big meal. I’m getting in the sleeping bag, and lying here with the sun shining on my face through the trees and I’m going to take a nap and snore. You should, too.”

Ben even got undressed.

Rey followed his lead.

It wasn’t warm, but it was a lazy day, and the big meal made her drowsy, and Rey fell asleep curled up with Kylo, listening to his snoring and the other comforting sounds of the woods.

***

“Rey. Rey? Wake up, little angel. You’re so cute, when you’re asleep. You snore, and drool, and fart. And when I touched you, you called me Dack, honey, and asked me to put my old Imperial uniform on. Boots, too. So, you like flyboys, huh? Imperial flyboys, too. I’ll bet you want the Imperial Act. But you’ll never ask me for it. You don't have to."

Rey was mortified, but Ben got up, kissed her, and grabbed his clothes.”

“Stay right there. Don’t get dressed.”

Ben went to his TIE Fighter.

“The safe word is Chandrila. But you won’t need it! I’m not that kinky!” he yelled.

He returned in full regalia with his cape on.

And his gloves.

“So, young Jedi. You’ve walked right into my trap. You have not committed yourself to my cause, and yet, you want access to the corridors of power.”

“I…I…” Rey stammered.

“SILENCE!” Kylo Ren roared.

His dark, ancient eyes glinted with Imperial fanaticism and insistent lust.

He clenched his black-gloved fist against his chest as he backed Rey over to the sleeping bag.

Backed her down to her knees.

“Didn’t I tell you I could take what I wanted from you? You’re all alone on this planet. No one will hear you scream. Only me. You think you won’t scream? I promise you, Rebel scum. You will.” He purred.

He casually pushed aside the bottom of his surcoat, so that Rey could see he was visibly and certainly most entirely aroused.

“I can do whatever I’d like, to you. So, I suggest that if you value your freedom, Rebel Girl?”

Kylo Ren caressed Rey's face with his gloved hand, almost tenderly, but there was no tenderness in the way he pushed her face against his black leather thigh.

“I suggest you suspend work on all your projects for the Resistance, on this mission…”

He unbuckled his belt.

“…and start working on me.”

Kylo Ren unbuttoned his uniform trousers, and got his cock out.

“You know what I want.”

Rey nodded.

And when he'd had enough, he made her stop.

“No more for you, you hungry little beast. I can’t believe it, but you like this, don’t you? You dirty little Rebel whore.”

“Please, Supreme Leader. I want you to ravish me. I don’t know why I feel like this about you. But I need your big, stiff Imperial prick.”

He tore her panties off her body, and then Kylo Ren got Rey on her hands and knees, got behind her, and gave her a little slap on the ass.

“Chandrila! Chandrila!” Rey yelped.

“OK. What should I stop doing?”

Rey expected him to be mad.

He didn’t sound mad.

“I told you before. Don’t stick it in my ass. I don’t trust you flyboys, in that position.”

“I wasn’t after your ass. But you just killed your paramour, Rann. When I find him? I’ll kill him just for giving you fear. Why would I want your ass when your cunt is soaked? You want my Imperial cock? I’ll give it to you. Are you ready, prisoner?”

“Yes. Oh, yes!” Rey panted.

The Supreme Leader started screwing her, doggy style.

“If you please me, I may even give you special privleges.” Ben purred.

Now Ben had his hand between Rey's legs, rubbing his gloved fingers across her hot button while he gave it to her.

In his full Imperial uniform.

With his boots on.

Rey couldn’t help it.

“Oh, fuck, Ben, you are so much better at this than Dack Rann!”

“That’s because I’m the King, baby…”

“Ben…”

“…King of the Sky…”

“Ben!!!”

“…hail to the King, Rebel Girl…”

“BEN!!!!”

“…I’ll tell you this, no two-bit flyboy is ever gonna make you come just like this! You’re my Rebel Girl, now! That’s a good girl. squeeeeeeze my cock in your wet, dirty cunt and let me fill you with my hot spunk!!!!”

Now they were both screaming, and then they fell into a jumble of arms and legs on the sleeping bag.

“That’s how I do the Imperial Act, sweetheart. Boots, and all. But I am thinking about killing Rann. It’s bad enough him taking you from your home planet when you were a kid to do it to you, let alone trying to pressure you into butt stuff you obviously didn’t want to do. Rann isn’t even a good-looking older man. He’s a big slob with a beer belly who always looks like he needs a shave. Why him?”

“Chandrila.”

Ben got undressed, again.

“Okay. But I’m getting undressed. I’m sweating like a Hutt.”

“You don’t think I’m a pervert, do you, Ben?”

“Nope. You'd be surprised the things girls asked me to do that I refused. Especially in uniform. Did I give you everything you wanted?”

“You won’t tell anyone, will you?”

“Of course not.”

“You did, Ben. I just wish we had some more ice cream.”

“Me too.”

Ben fell asleep, but Rey couldn't.

She woke him uo.

“I lied, Ben. I lied to you. And I don't want to get Dack killed for my lies. I wasn’t 14. I was 16. The Galactic age of consent. Don’t kill him, Ben. I had other offers. Dack was just so…he couldn’t have been anything but a man. He was macho, and funny, and a real tough guy. He used to come back and see me every three months or so. He never did anything I didn’t want him to. Just asked for it. And they don’t call him Two-Gun Rann just because he wears two long-barreled blasters. He has three. I am a pervert.”

Ben kissed her forehead.

“Not so much as me. Do you know who Hela Darkstar is?”

“Red Hela, the Chieftain of the Wolf Clan? The High Queen of Arkanis? Your mother sent me to Arkanis on a diplomatic mission. The Throne of Blood and Iron is made of swords, knives, axes and electroplated skulls and bones. She murdered her own father and stole his throne. There’s a space at the top. She says it’s for the skull of the Great Beast, the warrior and wizard who wronged her. She keeps her first cousin as a male concubine. But she did send us some Arkanian warriors. Why?”

“Fenrir Darkstar is not dead. He retired to Tattoine, and opened a bar and registered whorehouse in Anchorhead. That space you mentioned? It's for my head, but she’s had plenty of opportunities to take it, and never did. Fenrir sent her to the Jedi Temple with her cousin, Armitage Hux, who was Force null, to keep her out of trouble. It didn’t work. When she was dismissed, she drugged me, kidnapped me, and kept me prisoner in her private rooms for three months. I was allowed free reign in Hela's private apartments, but she wouldn’t let me have clothes. Or shoes. I was 20, and I had never even kissed a girl, before Hela took me. When my father made a deal with her father, to release me? I didn’t want to go. We promised each other never to touch anyone else on Tuesdays, the day we met, or Saturdays, the day she made me a man. Even though she hates me, now? I go to Arkanis every Tuesday and Saturday I can. I’ve never been asked to leave.”

“So if I run into Dack, and it’s not a Thursday?”

“If it’s a Thursday, I’ll kill him.”

Rey just laughed.

“Agreed.” She said.

#ben solo #reylo #star wars fanfiction #kylo ren #rey #reylo smut #reylo fandom

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strawberry-lemonade · 4 years

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here is a WIP that i will never finish

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"Excuse me, but I happen to think Mávri gáta is hilarious. Those puns are spot on."

Aria opened her mouth and paused, before closing it again.

"Zào Fortuna has got spots right?."

"Wait were you trying to aim a pun at her, but then forgot if she had spots?

"Uh, maybe..."

"Dude, you're an idiot in every sense of the word."

Aria hung her head.

"...I know."

"That's nice."

Aria threw a pillow at her before exploding in a fit of giggles.

"Mooncaaaake! You're supposed to give me a hug and say sorry!"

Marinette sighed and blew her nails before turning to look at Aria.

"We both know how that goes down."

Aria sighed and stood up.

"Have you heard from Adrien in the past few days?"

"You know what? I haven't."

"Last time I talked to him, he told me he got a boyfriend."

"He did? Why didn't I know about that?"

"Babe, weren't you on the other line?"

"Uh... I think I fell asleep."

"Wow. You really need to stop staying up all night on commissions."

"Speaking of, any news about that stuff?"

"Well, from what I've heard, my little sister from another mister is traveling to Gotham because her fashion business has taken off. 'The mysterious designer MDC has bypassed Gabriel Agreste in the polls!'

"Well, what you heard is true-'

"I also heard that you get to stay in Wayne Manor and bring a friend. Maybe Sabine?"

"What? And risk her finding out that I parade around the city in spots every night? No thanks."

"Hm. Chloe?"

"The invitation would be wasted. She's already going to Gotham with her mom."

"What about Alya?"

"Since 2 heroes will be out of commission, Rena is going to be needed here."

"I don't know."

Aria collapsed on the bed with a groan before sitting up and smirking.

"Lila."

"Okay. Your guessing privileges have been revoked."

"Noooooo! How else will I find out who you're going to take?!"

"By asking. Like a normal person."

"How dare you assume that I'm normal."

"Now I'm beginning to wonder if I should actually tell you."

"Okay, okay! I'll shut up! Just please tell me who, so I don't have to stay up till 3, guessing."

"I wanted to ask you."

"Uh, I will give you an entire list of reasons why I shouldn't come. Plus, I don't really think they'd let me bring the cat."

"I'm asking right now, and if they say no, then I'll politely decline the invitation."

"I don't want you to miss out-"

"They replied!"

"What? Let me see!"

Aria scrambled off the chaise and scurried over to Marinette, tripping in the process.

"Wait! Let me get up!"

Aria jumped up and stumbled into the desk.

Marinette clicked the email and recited it aloud.

"Dear MDC, your friend's cat will be allowed. If you need to arrange anything to bring your cat on the plane, please do not hesitate to ask.

Aria squealed and hugged Marinette.

"Ok. If we can start packing now, I'll come with you."

"Why do we have to pack now? The trip isn't until Saturday and it's only Wednesday! Can't we just enjoy the first sleepover we've had in a month?"

"Babe, please? I hate procrastinating."

"What are you talking about? You love procrastinating!"

"I don't love it, It just happens to be my default."

"Same difference!"

"Um, no, not the same difference."

"Nyah."

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"Dante. I am begging you. Don't turn off the computer yet."

"Aria. it's almost 1 A.M and we both have class tomorrow."

"I knoooow! But I put my fucking heart into this, and if you turn it off right now, it will delete and I have no way of saving it."

"Aria. Go to bed now."

"Nooooo! I have to finish it!"

"Fine. But as soon as the clock gets to 1. I'm turning everything off. Just because you're my favorite doesn't mean I'll let you get away with anything."

"Boi! I let you get away with so many things! Can I not just stay up for another hour to finish a damn design?!"

"Aria?"

"Hi, Minette."

"Are you gonna stay up again while binge-ing on coffee?"

"Maybe..."

"Marinette. Please tell my idiot sister that she needs sleep too."

"Aria-"

"Noooo! My favorites are teaming up to defeat me!"

"Aria. Go. To. Bed."

"No!"

Aria jumped up, seized the computer, shot into the bathroom.

"Ha! Now you can't stop me from finishing this!"

"Okay. I give up. Marinette, she's yours now."

Dante slowly backed out of the kitchen with his arms raised.

"Aria. Come out. Please. It's not a sleepover if it's only one person. Plus I need someone to binge-watch movies with!"

"...What kind of movies?"

"Um, MIB International, Charlie's Angels, Hanna, Atomic Blonde, La Femme Nikita-"

"I'm in. Just give me a second."

The sound of shuffling around could be heard in the unusually silent house. The bathroom door opened to show a dark room a few seconds later, and Aria emerged holding a closed laptop.

"I thought it wasn't going to save?"

"Yeah uh, I lied. I just wanted to keep working."

"Geez. I bet you'll be the only person in Gotham like this."

"Well, I do try to be unique!"

"Okay, we need to finish packing."

"But what about the movies?!"

"We'll watch them while we pack."

"Yay!"

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Five movies and two panic attacks later:

"Mooncake! Do you know where my-"

"Beanie? Downstairs in the tardis."

"Oh my gosh, thank you! I need to take a shower, are you almost finished packing?"

"Yeah, two more outfits and I'll be done."

"Kay. My phone is charging next to the window, the password is 314159, the flashy purple app turns on the TV."

With that, Aria walked out of the room and shut the door. Not even 2 minutes later, the sound of running water could be heard, along with the song 'Consideration' blasting through the house. Marinette shook her head and laughed.

"Geez Ari. Too loud."

Marinette folded the last outfit and placed it in her suitcase. Walking over to the window, she was attacked by Aria’s cat.

“Ack! Get off!”

Marinette started to try and shake the cat off and Kiro released her leg. She jumped onto the bed and yanked her legs up to avoid any further scratches. The door slammed open to reveal a soaking wet Aria in a towel. She still had soap bubbles in her hair and it had stuck to her face while she was running.

“I heard a screech! Is everything okay?”

Marinette stared for a second longer before laughing so hard she fell off the bed.

“OH MY GOSH! Did you just- holy crap! The cat just jumped on me!”

“...are you freaking kidding me? I literally jumped out of the shower to see what in the world was going on. I thought you were being abducted.”

“I’m so sorry! I just-” Marinette collapsed into another fit of giggles.

“Okay, since you’re obviously fine, I’m gonna go finish my shower. Next time, don’t screech unless it’s an emergency. Now my clothes are wet because of my idiocy. Goodbye, Little Missy Macaron.”

Aria walked out of the room, leaving Marinette to try and clean up the water mess. She just threw a towel over the puddle.

Aria walked into the bathroom while shaking her head slowly. She picked up her phone and pressed shuffle on her playlist. Once again, a song started blasting through the house.

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Marinette grabbed Aria’s phone and unlocked it. She pressed the purple icon that Aria had told her about and clicked the red power button at the top. Nothing happened.

Right. The TV is downstairs.

Marinette sighed and checked under the bed before leaving the safety of the mattress. She picked up her two suitcases and took them downstairs. 5 minutes later, the sound of gunshots and suspenseful music coming from the living room rivaled the pop music coming from the upstairs bathroom.

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Dante, Evita, and Armando came home to three girls shouting and running around, with another standing off to the side and filming. Chloe and Alya had come over to help after Aria had gotten out of the shower. Though it quickly turned into Chloe chasing Aria around and trying to get her to put on some clothes that weren’t covered in paint, and Alya filming Marinette freaking out about losing her deodorant.

“Dante! I stole your Pikachu boxers because they were in my drawers!” Aria ran past him, a disgruntled Chloe in hot pursuit.

“Why do I care?”

“Just thought you should know in case you start looking for them while I’m gone!”

“Speaking of being gone, shouldn’t you guys get going? Your flight leaves in 4 hours.”

“Crap! Evita! Do you have work soon? Can you drive us to the airport?”

“Can’t you guys just bike?”

Aria stopped and stared at Evita incredulously. Chloe didn't slow down quick enough and slammed both girls into the ground.

“Okay, we have like, 4 bags each, and the airport is like 45 miles away. ”

“Okay. I’ll take you, but I do have to work soon so we have to go now.”

“Okay. Akiv! Stop! Do you have your bags?”

“Yes, Ari.”

“Mooncake! Are you ready?”

“I NEED DEODORANT.”

“We can get some at the airport.”

“GAH! Okay, fine. Let’s go.”

The three girls ran to give Alya a hug before they left.

“Bye Als! Love you!”

“Adios, Vixen! Te Quiero!”

“Salut Alya!”

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ONE EXCRUCIATINGLY LONG CAR RIDE LATER:,

Marinette, Aria, and Chloe stepped out of the Envoy and took their bags out of the trunk.

“Zai Jian, Evita! Wǒ ài nǐ!”

“Adios Mija! Te Quiero mucho!”

Aria gave Evita a hug before slinging her book bag and purse over her shoulder and pulling her suitcase over to the entrance. The girls watched the car drive off before turning and walking into the airport.

“Ay Dios Mio…”

“What?”

“Look at the lines!” Aria gestured over to about fifty people standing in front of a counter.

“Oh, mon Dieu.”

“Um, no. Look at your tickets. We have first-class. Which is the line over there.” Chloe pointed over to a short line with only a few people.

“Oh, thank goodness.” Marinette sighed as she scanned over her plane ticket.

“Wait, really?” Aria scrambled for the small slip of paper in her wallet, accidentally dropping it.

A young male, probably around 15, picked it up. He smiled and held it out to her.

“Here you go, m’lady”

“Thanks, bro,” Aria grunted.

The boy froze for only a second, but it was long enough for her to pluck the leather contraption out of his hand and walk away with the other girls. When they were out of earshot, they all burst out laughing.

“Oh my gosh! Did you see his face when you called him ‘bro’?!”

“That was hilarious,” Aria wiped tears from her eyes.

“Welp, now we know how she keeps guys away.”

“Who knew it was so simple?”

“No. It’s simple for me. I am the Goddess of repellent. You two are mere mortals.”

“She’s right! Oh, Great One! We are unworthy of your presence, but we beg to learn your ways!” Marinette got down on one knee, with one hand over her heart and the other being held out to Aria.

“Oh, get up Mooncake. They’re looking at us crazy again.” Chloe pulled the smaller girl onto her feet and ruffled her hair.

Marinette giggled, then bowed and took Aria’s hand.

“I am forever indebted to you for teaching me.” She kissed the brunette’s hand before standing up straight again.

“Mooncake, I love you, but that was the weirdest thing you’ve ever done.”

“Thanks, Abelle.”

“No problem babe.”

Aria rolled her eyes.

“Next!”

The girls looked up to see it was their turn in line.

“Please place your bags in the designated area.” The lady behind the desk gestured to a wire container.

Marinette looked to the side and placed her suitcase into the basket. The other girls quickly followed suit.

“Names?”

“Marinette Dupain-Cheng.”

“Aria Couture.”

“Chloe Bourgeois.”

The lady typed their names into the computer before waving them away. Marinette saw the dull look in her eyes and pulled out 3 macarons before whispering something and smiling.

“Excuse me, Madame? Here are a few macarons. I hope you have a nice day!”

Marinette picked up her bags and walked away with her friends. She didn’t miss the small smile that appeared on the woman’s face.

“So, what’d you do to the cookies?”

“Let’s just say the rest of her week will be much better.”

“Minette, I have absolutely no idea what you're implying, and at this point, I'm too scared to ask.”

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“This is why I hate flying. I’m already exhausted and we haven’t even been at the airport for 2 hours.” Marinette groaned.

“We’re done with all the security stuff, and our suitcases are already boarding the plane, which basically means we can currently do whatever we want. And don’t you still need deodorant?”

“Ugh. You’re right. Let’s go.”

Aria grinned and walked towards a sandwich restaurant.

“Aria, where are you going? The toiletries place is over there.” Marinette pointed to a little kiosk next to the bathrooms.

“Come on. You didn’t really think we would get deodorant before we got food, did you?”

“...I am kind of hungry…”

“Let’s go then!”

Aria grabbed Marinette’s right hand and Chloe’s left hand and yanked them over to the restaurant.

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“Flight Number 763, First class, Now boarding.”

Aria jolted awake at the sound of the announcement. She looked over at Chloe and Marinette sleeping peacefully and contemplated waking them up. She'd rather not lose an eye, or two.

Chloe woke up as the brunette picked up a small pink bookbag.

“Good morning Chlo,” Aria yawned.

“...hi Ari.”

Grabbing all of their backpacks, she took the tickets and passports out and walked over to the admittance booth.

“Tickets please."

“Here,” Aria handed him all three tickets and passports.

Aria looked up at the man in the booth.

“Can we go in or do you need sleeping beauty over here to confirm something,” Aria pointed at Marinette.

“Um. You can go in…”

“Thanks, have a nice day!”

The girls walked to the plane and found their seats quickly. Chloe helped Aria set Marinette down and put the carry-on bags in the capsules above them. Both girls fell back asleep about 10 minutes after they buckled up.

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GOTHAM:

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cheeseeatingtrashmonster · 6 years

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Chloe and Nino for bed sharing?

ChloNo sounds like “oh no” and I like that.

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“I’m not letting you two out until you stop fighting!” Adrien yelled through the door. “You’re my best friends and all you do is scream at each other. It has to stop, so I’m locking you in until you’re friends with each other.”

“Never gonna happen,” Nino said. “It’s not actually possible to befriend Satan herself.”

“Adrikins, I have a manicure appointment that I can’t skip, so can we reschedule this kidnapping for later?” Chloe asked, leaning against Adrien’s desk and frowning at the single chip she had in her nail polish.

“No. Now talk. I’ll be back to check on you in a couple hours.”

Nino waited until he heard Adrien’s footsteps fade before turning to the wall of windows.

“Adrien sneaks out of here all the time. Let’s see if we can get out the window.”

“It’s like, a two story drop,” Chloe said. “However he’s getting out, it’s not from this room.”

“No, it has to be from here,” Nino said, getting a window open. He climbed onto the ledge and turned back. “You coming? Or is escaping too much of a threat to your nails or hair or whatever?”

“While I don’t want to sit on a dirty window sill in these pants that cost more than your entire wardrobe,” Chloe said, flipping her pony tail over her shoulder, “it doesn’t matter because you’re not getting out that way.”

Nino rolled his eyes, muttered, “Whatever, dude,” and dropped to the ledge outside the window.

And then he looked down.

“Holy shit that’s like two stories!”

“I told you,” Chloe said. She went to the door and started fiddling with the doorknob.

“How the hell does he get out of here then?” Nino asked, falling back in the room.

“Who knows,” Chloe said. “And who cares? Look at my nails! This is awful!” She held out her hand for inspection and Nino, having nothing better to do and a potential opening to mock Chloe, gave her hand a look.

“Chloe, you have exactly one chip in this manicure.”

“I know! It’s awful, I feel disgusting.” She turned away with a huff.

“Whatever. Maybe I can take the door off the hinges or something,” Nino said. “Aaaand the hinges are on the outside. Awesome.”

“Let me try,” Chloe said. “Look away,” she said, standing in front of the door with a hand to her hair.

“Why? So you won’t reveal that you’re a dweeb that knows how to pick locks?”

“No, because I’m going to have to take a bobby pin out of my hair, and I don’t want anyone seeing my hair like that.”

“Whatever,” Nino said, turning his back to her. After ten minutes of listening to Chloe hiss and swear and threaten the lock, Nino turned around. “So no luck?”

“I said don’t look at me!” she screeched, jumping away from the door.

“Well, you had to ruin the bobby pin, what did you expect, that I’m not going to look at you the rest of the time in here?”

“Yes,” she said. “Obviously.”

“Yeah, no.”

“Ugh, I made my nails worse!” Chloe screeched.

“Oh my gosh shut up about your nails!” Nino yelled.

“My nails are important!”

“They are not!”

“How dare you?”

“How dare you, Chloe? There are so many more important things than your nails right now! We’re locked in Adrien’s room. I have music to work on tonight. I have stuff to do tomorrow and need sleep. So can you please shut up?”

“Well I’m the only one doing anything about this, so I think I get to complain about whatever I want to!”

“Only one-? Chloe, I tried the window. I would have taken the door off the hinges. You goofed around with a bobby pin.”

“And in the process added two more chips to my-”

“Oh for crying out loud!”

Nino marched into Adrien’s bathroom and started throwing drawers and cupboards open. He collected items seemingly at random before dumping them on the coffee table in front of the couch. He held up a bottle of forest green nail polish. “Is this shade acceptable?”

“What?”

“You know what?” I don’t care. Sit.“ He pointed to the couch.

“I don’t want to-”

“Chloe, I’m trying to fix this situation and do something nice,” Nino said, gesturing to the stuff on the coffee table. “Please just shut up.”

Chloe looked closer at the items on the table. Cotton balls, acetone, orange sticks, a nail file, and the nail polish in his hand.

“You’re going to do my nails?”

“Yeah. Now sit.”

She sat, but crossed her arms. “How do I know you won’t just paint sloppy lines and make a mess?”

“Because Marinette was my best friend growing up,” Nino said. “You think Miss Clumsy did her nails on her own? Most of the time that was my handiwork.”

Chloe blinked in surprise. Marinette had always had impeccably cared for and polished nails. If Nino really was behind that, she was in good hands. Ha, Adrien would have liked that pun.

“Fine. But don’t screw up.”

Chloe held her hand out to Nino and he attacked her nails with acetone, wiping away the scarlet with a gentleness she hadn’t suspected of him. He trimmed and filed her nails to the length and shape she specified, and even made her soak her hands to soften her cuticles before he pushed them back.

“I can’t believe you’re so good at this,” Chloe said as Nino focused on applying the base coat.

“This is why I get invited to the sleepovers in class,” Nino said. “Rose and I sit there doing everyone’s nails.”

“I wouldn’t know,” Chloe sniffed and turned her head away. “I’ve never been invited.”

“Well maybe if you weren’t such a bitch,” Nino muttered, cleaning up the corner of one nail.

“The only reason I’m not storming away right now is because I can’t, but you’re being utterly ridiculous. I’m not invited because they’re jealous of me.”

“You keep telling yourself that,” Nino said.

They were silent while he finished his work and Chloe sat there with a fresh manicure in green.

“Not my first choice in color, but I have a few outfits to go with it,” she said. “Assuming it doesn’t chip immediately, which it will.”

“Whatever,” he said. He glanced at the door. “What do you think it’ll take to get Adrien to let us out? Watch a movie together? Vow to set up a friend date for brunch? Friendship bracelets?”

“I don’t know,” she said. “Is he even checking on us?”

Nino pulled out his phone and scrolled through a couple apps.

“Nope, he and Marinette are on a date.” He turned the screen so she could see.

“Well, how are we supposed to prove we’re friends if he isn’t even here?” she asked, her voice going shrill.

“I don’t know.” He sighed. “Well, you’re trapped while that dries, so I get to pick the movie.”

Nino picked a classic terrible horror movie and Chloe almost bounced off the couch in excitement.

“Did you pick this because you thought I wouldn’t like it? Because I love it, and Adrien will never watch it with me.”

“Are you kidding?” Nino said, flopping on the couch with the remote, “I bought this copy. It was a gag gift for Adrien. I love it and I know how much he hates it.”

They watched the movie, cheering for the monster killing people in an empty milk packing factory. When the movie finished, it was late.

“I guess we’re staying here tonight,” Nino said. “He still hasn’t responded to anything I sent him.”

“Well, you get the couch then,” Chloe said, flouncing over to the bed and kicking off her shoes.

“Excuse me? I’m like a foot taller than you. You take the couch.”

“No. We’re only here because of you.”

“You’re the one who can’t be nice to save her life! I’m only here because Adrien tricked me. I don’t owe you anything, and I’m not sleeping on that couch.”

“Well, neither am I!”

“Then enjoy the floor,” Nino said, crawling in the bed and putting his hat and glasses on the bedside table, pulling his headphones on to block Chloe out.

“I’m not moving!” she shouted over his music.

“Neither am I!”

The idea occurred to them at the same time. They grabbed all the pillows, including the ones on the couch, and put them as a wall in the middle of the bed. Neither had a pillow for their head, but this seemed to be the best use of the pillows for the night.

“I hate you,” Nino said.

“Feeling’s mutual,” Chloe snarled.

Around two in the morning, Nino woke up with a dull ache radiating from his neck into his head and grabbed one of the pillows from the wall, sighing in relief when it was in place.

Around two thirty, Chloe woke up with her face smashed into the mattress and realized what this was probably doing to her skin, so she grabbed a pillow from the wall.

Around six thirty, Chloe woke up feeling warmer and safer than she had in years. She fell back asleep even as she realized why.

Around seven fifteen, Nino woke to the distinct sensation of a mouthful of hair. He shoved Chloe’s hair back down and shifted so his mouth rested against the top of her head away from her pony tail.

Around eight, Adrien walked in and saw what had to be a miracle.

He took pictures and hoped he would get to show them off at their wedding someday.

#miraculous ladybug #chloe bourgeois #nino lahiffe #chlono #adrien agreste #my writing #i don't even know what this is okay #Anonymous #asks #bed sharing

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lizziethewriterwithanxiety · 5 years

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Chapter Four

Intruders and Fire

Zia was just starting to get comfortable in sleeping when she heard something from outside. Feeling sleepy, she ignored this. Thinking maybe it was something not worth waking up for. Maybe it was a dog, or her neighbors. Zia’s eyes were closed. She felt so exhausted and was glad she could have a rest. But the sound repeated. As if there were shoes rubbing on concrete. Zia was getting annoyed. For a second, she thought it was gone. Ah, she sighed. She could finally get some shut-eye. But now, she heard knocking. She was so irritated that she opened her eyes with a look of fury and rose from her bed and shouted:

‘if you boys need anything you can just tell me! Or at least keep it down!’ she was facing her bedroom door and expected a reply from inside the house. Maybe she was dreaming. She thought to herself when no one replied. She then rubbed her face and lay down again facing the light outside her terrace door. She gave a satisfied yawn. ‘Finally’ she whispered to herself. The room was finally quiet. No more sounds. No more distractions.

The room was then getting darker. She felt so relaxed. But wait a second, how did it go dark so fast? She once again lifted her eyelid a little to see what it was. She couldn’t believe it. A human shaped figure stood outside her terrace. She closed her eye and slowly reached for something beneath her pillow. The figure now held up its arm as if aiming to break something.

Then Zia flung her blankets, stood up from her bed holding two black sticks. ‘Stop and don’t you dare move’ she warned with a threatening voice. And to her surprise, the figure lifted both arms, and held a flashlight onto his head and turned it on. Wavy blonde hair, black clothes, and familiar blue eyes. Nathan Winston was outside her terrace door.

‘Don’t hurt me!’ he whispered. As soon as their eyes met, Zia lowers her weapons and sighs. ‘Well maybe next time you wouldn’t trespass and come in through someone’s terrace!’ she snapped in a low voice as she unlocked the door. ‘I was about to knock, you know’ reasoned Nathan shrugging. ‘Well, I was about to “knock” you out’. What are you doing here at this time? And how did you find my house?’ Zia spoke in a fast tone poking him with one of her sticks on the chest. Nathan looked down at her weapon. He simpered.

‘Are these Eskrima sticks? What, are you turning Asian now?’ Zia’s eyebrows furrowed. ‘Are you sure these are even real?’ Asked Nathan teasingly snapping his fingers on the stick and gasped softly. ‘Oh. Steel. But do you even know how to use these? I mean, you’re a billion dollar worth living Barbie doll. How do you-‘ he felt a hard and unexpected hit right in the middle of his chest that made him fall to his knees.

‘Yes, I do know how to use these’ Interrupted Zia with a smile on her face. ‘Huh. A pretty face that knows how to fight’ Nathan said while still kneeling. ‘Now that’s beautiful’ he looked up at her and smiled. He stood up on his own, and fixed himself. ‘I’m sorry if I barged in. I just wanted to get to know you better. Since I couldn’t the first time, and my father keeps getting me into talks’ he explained while massaging his chest.

‘What? talks?’ asked Zia confused. ‘Yes. Talks. About getting married soon’ Nathan frowned.

‘Don’t you think that’s a good thing? Getting a wife, having a family?’ she asks as she walked towards him. Nathan sighed. ‘It’s arranged’ he said dully. ‘I don’t even know who the girl is. I Never met her. Never even saw her to be honest’ Nathan sat back on the floor still frowning.

‘I’m really sorry’ comforted Zia sitting beside him and patting him the shoulder. ‘it’s not your fault.’

‘Pizza?’ offered Zia snatching a box. ‘It’s Hawaiian’ she added. ‘Um, no thanks. Not a big fan of pineapples’ Nathan says pushing the box back. ‘What? Really? I’m so sorry, I didn’t know’ Zia apologizes, halfway through stuffing the box on her table. ‘Nah, I’m kidding. I love pineapples’ Nathan smiles after taking a slice. Zia laughs, and crosses her arms and repeatedly hits Nathan on his. While eating, they talked about Nathan’s problems. Until Zia started opening up too. They sat outside the terrace, and spoke for what seemed like hours. They told each other jokes, laughing quietly trying not to wake the twins. They sat by the terrace, and spent the night staring at the pool’s wonderfully sparkling water, till Zia noticed something. Why was the wind so strong? Why were the trees being blown in every direction?

‘What’s happening?’ asked Nathan standing up, in complete confusion. ‘I don’t know- lets go check it out’ said Zia seizing his arm. So they then went down to the pool, and tried to find the source of the whole.

‘Why is it so windy all of a sudden? I’ve had the weather checked today. And it said everything will be fine!’ Zia said now shouting and trying to hold down her weight by clutching on the walls. ‘How should I know?’ Nathan screamed back holding on a wooden beach chair. ‘Let’s go back inside. I don’t like the look of this’ he held his hand for Zia to grab onto. But even before she reached his fingertips…

BOOM.

An explosion occurred. A hole appeared over the pool. Like a tear in thin air. Both of them fell flat on the ground. Nathan stood up, and helped Zia up too. ‘What the heck is this?’ asked Zia. ‘Is that a… portal? Zia I think we should check it out’ Nathan squinted closer over the pool. ‘A WHAT?! Nathan, is that even real?’ Zia grabbed him by the shoulders and shook him. Nathan looked deep into her eyes.

‘You read books right? Why can’t it be?’ Nathan laughed despite his hair getting everywhere because of the wind. Zia was in a panic.

‘But… but…. No. This can’t be. This is some silly trick! Nathan, make it stop. I don’t want to see any-’ BANG! there was another explosion. And this time, something fell into the pool. Everything went bright, like they were being shone on by a giant spotlight.

‘Zia, this isn’t me! I can’t see a thing!’ Nathan shrugs in defense as Zia shot him with a deadly look. Then they heard a loud splash. Something fell into the pool. Or rather, someone. ‘Zia, look! That’s a human body!’ Nathan pointed at the said floating body. ‘What?!’ Zia’s eye’s furrowed as she saw the body herself. No kidding. She thought in her head. But wait… ‘How could a human body just fall out of the sky?!’ Zia asked furiously.

They suddenly heard loud gasps of breathing and splashing water. ‘It’s alive!’ Nathan shouted as he rushed to the struggling body’s aid. Zia stared as Nathan jumped in to pull the man out. What was she seeing? She rubs her eyes. Nathan swims up to the panicking man obviously unable to swim. He grabbed him by the shoulder and pulled him towards Zia. Nathan carries him up and slowly puts him down by the poolside as the man starts to tackle him. ‘Hey! Calm down would you!’ Nathan tried pushing him down a chair. That was no good. The man only kept screaming and kicked Nathan all the way back to the pool. ‘Hey! What on earth?! You cant just do that!’ Zia walks up to him infuriated, and a loud slap lands on his left cheek. The man pauses, breathes heavily.

‘There we go. Now can we talk this out?’ she asks him. The man slowly looks up at her, and looks deeply into her eyes. He slowly stands up, holds her by the shoulders and hugs her tightly as he started to wail and cry loudly.

‘OI! LET GO OF ME YOU FILTH!’ she struggled to get out of his grip. ‘WHAT ARE YOU SAYING?!’ she screamed as she listened to his deafening screams. ‘NATHAN! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?!’ she screamed as she pushes the man away from her. Nathan screams behind her. She jumped in shock. ‘Zia! My hand is bleeding! I think I’ve been cut by something sharp in the pool!’ Zia growls. ‘HOW ELSE WOULD YOUR HAND BLEED IF IT WASN’T SLICED BY SOMETHING SHARP?!’ this idiot. She whispers. ‘Come over here!’ she screams as she broke free and runs away from the man.

He swims out of the pool with blood everywhere and runs back to Zia holding something in his free hand. ‘HEY!’ he beckons the man. ‘THIS BELONG TO YOU?’ he raises a staff-like thing with a blue orb resting on the top of it and a long, sharp blade on the bottom was attached. The man once again stops on his tracks and smiles at Nathan. ‘What? You’re not ‘gonna take it from me?’ Nathan raises an eyebrow.

The man raises his hand and the staff immediately flew into his hand. Nathan and Zia’s jaws dropped on the floor. They looked at each other with utterly confused faces. ‘No, Nathan. I’m not believing this “imaginary” things! This is all made up!’ she yanked his arm and screamed at him. ‘Oh. So you’re blaming this on me, eh? Are you really that sure, miss Adleson?’ Nathan daringly walks closer to her and locks a deep stare. ‘How would you think of it then? That I’m a liar? That all this is real? Like we’re in some kind of story? Some fairytale? Don’t even try to prank me I had eno-‘ Zia’s rant was interrupted when Nathan pushed her over to the side as they heard another bigger and louder explosion. Nathan got off Zia, and turned to where the explosion was. It was Zia’s house. There was fire all over the first floor and alarms were now going off.

Zia jabbed Nathan’s side to get him out of the way and started running to the burning house. ‘CHARLES! ALAN!’ Zia cried as she finds an entrance upstairs. Nathan’s arms caught up to her and locked her in a hug. ‘WAIT! DON’T GO! ITS TOO DANGEROUS!’ he told her. But Zia wasn’t listening. ‘THE TWINS! MY BROTHERS! THEY’RE STILL IN THERE! HELP ME GET THEM OUT! PLEASE!’ she shook Nathan’s shoulders as she cried. ‘No, please. It’s too dangerous’

BANG. There was another loud crash that sounded from behind them. Zia’s tear-soaked face immediately switched to rage. She pushed Nathan off, and charged back to the pool to what appears to be a burning chair.

‘YOU! YOU DID THIS! YOU BURNED MY DAMN HOUSE! I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHO YOU ARE AND YET YOU’RE HERE! YOU RUINED MY LIFE! THE TWINS COULD BE DEAD BECAUSE OF YOU!’ she continued to rant as she grabbed the slightly smoking staff that Nathan took out of the pool. ‘AND THIS?! I I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT THIS IS! BUT THIS RUINED MY LIFE AND YOU WILL PAY THE PRICE!’ she raised both hands aloft with the staff in her palms, about to snap it in half. But before she got the chance, a hand stopped her from behind.

Thinking it was Nathan, she swiftly turns around and pops the arm off. ‘NATHAN, WOULD YOU GET OFF-’

But Nathan had just ran towards her, not behind.

Her heart jumped off a cliff when she saw Charles’ and Alan’s faces. She quickly drops the staff and kisses their dirty faces. Zia now starts to cry a lot more now that she knew the boys were okay. ‘shhhh… everything is alright. We’re fine, we’re fine’ Alan whispers to her, combing her hair, attempting to calm her down. ‘Now just sit over here, and I’ll be back with Charles’ fangs off that man over there. Poor bloke might die. Alright?’ Alan sits her down on a chair and pats her on the head casually. He then proceeds to wrestle his own brother out from brutally punching the man zia was hitting herself earlier that might lead him to his death.

‘Okay, okay! Let go Charles! Let go! Come on!’ he grunted as he unlocks Charles’ suffocating grip on the man. ‘Oh dear’ Alan says in a worried voice. As Charles finally lets go, leaving the man unconscious by the pool, face full of bruises and blood.

‘You know, we should really get you back into taking anger management classes’ Alan jokes, patting Charles on the shoulder which he coldly brushes off as he marches towards Zia. ‘Zia goddamn Adleson, Do you mind telling me WHAT IN HELL’S NAME HAPPENED?’ he crosses his arms, still a bit worked up.

Zia was still in shock though. luckily enough, the fire department came in, and rushed to put out their house that was obviously still on fire. ‘Zia, are you alright? come on. Speak up’ Nathan walked over to her and squatted down on the floor. ‘and what do you think you’re doing here?’ asked Charles with an eyebrow aloft, cracking his knuckles. ‘yeah Zia. What is he doing here?’ Alan began to ask questions too. The two of them started bombarding her with questions till she finally exploded. ‘WOULD YOU TWO PLEASE QUIT IT?! I’LL EXPLAIN EVERYTHING LATER!’ she wiped a tear off her face and covered her face with her hands. ‘fine’ Charles sighed. ‘but that doesn’t mean you can stay here. Get out of my sight before I shove your ass in jail’ Charles snarled, addressing Nathan. ‘and neither can he!’ he added, pointing at the unconscious body by the poolside.

‘Fine. Alright. I just wanted to help’ Nathan stood up shrugging, and gave Zia one last pat on the shoulder before he turned his back.

A few minutes passed and the fire that surrounded their house had been put out, and Zia is now relaxed. ‘Z, now that you feel a bit okay I think we deserve to know what’s happened here?’ Charles asks calmly, sitting beside her in an ambulance. Zia looks up to his face, and gathers courage to speak.

‘He set the house on fire’ Zia turned to the unconscious man now lying on a hospital bed as his wounds were being treated. Charles pauses. ‘What? How?’ Zia points at the staff-like thing over at the pool that was being inspected by the authorities. ‘That set the house on fire?’ Zia nods. ‘how could that be possible?’ Charles asks, walking towards the staff with care. ‘Charles, don’t’ Zia says from behind. But he doesn’t listen. He slowly picks it up, and examines it. As soon as his eyes met the blue, floating crystal ball resting on its top, his eyes felt drowsy and fell right asleep.

Charles was lying down on the floor as if he’d just fell. He opens his eyes seeing gray skies and his heart stopped. He stretches his neck and saw nothing but what seems to be a really tall, massive castle. It was so tall, that it reached the heavens and broke into the clouds. Oh my god. He thought. He looks up at the sky once more and felt droplets of rain meet his face. It was raining. He looked around and nothing seemed familiar to him. Where was he? He then stands up, soaked in rain, disbelief and confusion, and started looking for somewhere else to wait till the rain stops not deciding to walk in the mysterious castle while not knowing nor caring what secrets lie within its doors.

Upon running away from the castle, he heard cries from afar. As if someone was crying for help. Charles then follows the sound and ends up seeing a giant wattles tree.

There were patches of grey clouds on the sky. Charles saw several people running for cover to the castle as the clouds spat out their beads of water. Puddles began plinking as the rainfall became heavier. Everyone ran. Except for one. A man lay down on the wet grass, just over the big wattles tree that Charles saw. He looked around him, admiring the heavy rain. Till someone spoke.

Charles hides behind the tree in order to not be seen by both of them. ‘Son, please come inside’ the man laying down on the wet grass turned over to his shoulder and saw the other older man, in a black cloak.

‘please’. The man added. But he payed him no attention. As if he wasn’t even there. the man looked away and stretched his arm like in an embrace.

'I won’t leave you’ he whispers to what appears to be a tombstone.

Charles craned his neck to look over, and to his demise, tripped on a rock in the process of doing so. His heart stopped as the man began to turn, but he only started to cry.

‘Uh, hey. Are you alright?’ asked Charles as the man began to cry loudly. But the man payed to attention to him. As if he wasn’t even there. ‘Uh, HEY!’ Charles shouted now. Upon seeing this, Charles gets up and walks in front of the man, and waves. ‘hello? Can you see me? Hey! I’m talking to you!’ he calls his attention. But the man didn’t even glare at him. It was as if he was invisible. But that cant be true!

To test this, Charles picks up a stone, throws it at the mans face and to his utter surprise, it just passed through the man like a hologram!

And not that that was enough, the stone that he picked up went back to its original place on the floor as if it was never touched! Charles’ eyes bulged at this fact and the only question he could ask himself was: ‘Am I dead?’ he laughs in disbelief. ‘oh my god. I’m dead’ he thought. He paces back and forth in front of the man through the storm becoming stronger till something caught his eye.

Behind him standing was the same man who was crying and hugging the tombstone. ‘Charles could not comprehend what he was seeing. He rubs his eyes soaked in rain and glances back and forth at the both of them. ‘WHAT IS THIS?!’ he exclaims after he found the words. The man just stares at him and does not reply. ‘oh come on. Am I invisible to you too?’ he picks up a branch and throws it at the man. It lands on his shoulder, and does not go through.

‘OH THANK HEAVENS YOU’RE REAL! NOW HELP ME GET OUT OF HERE!’ he walks over and reaches for the man’s hand. ‘Hey. Come on now! Let’s go! Zia’s waiting for me and my house is on fire!’ he reaches. But the man does not accept his hand and instead, beckons Charles to come inside the castle. ‘Hey! I’m not going in there even if it’s the last thing I do! Come back here! Hey!’ Charles had no choice but to run after him inside. But before he could even reach the doors, the man disappeared.

#invader #eskrimastick #houseintruder #chapter four #arranged marriage fic

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zoewrites · 7 years

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Jealousy Part 1 (Joji x Reader)

Hey, I wrote this in like half an hour mostly on my phone so I hope it’s decent. Lemme know if I should continue :)

"Oh god, Frank, fuck me! Fuck me, Frank!" You watch as the girl in her underwear straddles him.

"Woah there, bitch. Calm down." He waves her off but she continues to latch onto him and kiss his neck. You normally aren't around during the day when Joji is filming. Most of the time you're at your waitressing job and at night he'd show you some of the clips he edited together. It was a little strange watching it happen in front of you, rather than on a screen.

This time he has a crew of his friends helping him film with their professional cameras and drones and you happen to have the day off. You're all on the roof of your apartment building shooting something ridiculous where this girl is Fake Frank's new sex crazed girlfriend. Since you couldn't really contribute to the filmmaking process, you spent your time picking up food for everyone and trying not to laugh or cringe at the weirdest scenes.

You'd all been at it for hours though and it was getting cold on the roof. You decide you’ve seen enough Filthy Frank for one day and quietly slip back downstairs to the apartment where you could chill until they were done working. To be honest with yourself, you were mostly done with seeing your boyfriend fake makeout with someone... even if they were just acting.

Eventually you begin to doze off until the door opens and Maya, the almost naked girl walks in.

"Oh hey, there you are." She waves to you and slips a tee shirt over her head.

"Yeah, I just got tired." You move over as she joins you on the couch. She nods and pulls a joint out of her purse.

"You mind?"

"No, go ahead." You hand her a lighter from your coffee table. She lights up and you can feel her eyes on you for a while as you turn your attention back to your phone.

"You're Joji's girlfriend, right?" She breaks the silence. "It's weird we haven't met until today. You’d think he’d mention you more."

What was that supposed to mean? You finally look up, “Mhm, it’s almost been a year now. How long have you known him?”

"Oh shit" She laughs, clearly very high already, "we go wayyy back."

“Like college?”

“I used to fuck his roommate.” Maya confirms, matter of factly.

“Oh.” You raise your eyebrows and she bursts out laughing again, falling against you. You shift uncomfortably beside her.

“A year though? Really?” She looks up at you and shakes her head, “Damn. I thought Joji would be forever sleeping around like he used to.”

You’d heard that before. Mostly from his friends when they wanted to give him a hard time and it never bothered you before. The way Maya said it though, it seemed like she was almost disappointed.

Your thoughts are interrupted by everyone barging through the front door. Loud, rowdy voices fill the apartment and Joji makes his way over to the two of you, still in his Frank sunglasses.

“Yoooo, lemme get some of that.” He leans in close to Maya and pulls the joint from her hand, taking a long hit. She takes it back, giggling and lets him sit down beside her playfully throwing her legs up over his lap, causing you to move further down the couch. You look away, suddenly irritated.

“You coming out with us tonight, babe?” Joji finally acknowledges you. Apparently he’d forgotten his promise of taking you to dinner after everyone left. You decided not to bring it up though, you knew he’d been stressed lately and going out with his friends would be good for him. You on the other hand only wanted to take a bath and go to bed.

“I don’t know, I’m not really feeling it tonight.” You smile when he leans over Maya and kisses your forehead.

“What’s wrong, are you sick?” He asks, concern written on his face. You can’t help but laugh and pull the glasses from his face.

“I can’t take you seriously in these.”

“Come on, baby. I know you like them.” He snatches them back and takes another hit from the joint, coughing hard and making you roll your eyes.

“I for one think they’re sexy.” Maya grins at him, making you roll your eyes yet again. Could this girl just leave already?

“Oh yeah?” He asks and she winks. You know they’re friends and are only playing around, but you’re pissed off now. Especially because she still doesn’t have pants on and and has her legs draped over Joji’s as they pass the joint back and forth. You get up and more to the bedroom without a word.

Apparently Joji follows, because he’s behind you a minute later, wrapping his arms around you.

“Are you sure you’re alright?” You lean your head back to kiss him and assure him that you’re fine.

“Honestly, I’m just tired and want to relax tonight. But you go and have fun.” He just looks at you with his stupid Fake Frank glasses on until you start laughing again.

“I hate those fucking glasses.” You mumble under your breath but it’s not quiet enough. He lifts you up and onto the bed, causing you to squeal underneath him.

“You love them.” He whispers back, tauntingly as he kisses down your throat. You wrap your legs around him, pulling him closer.

“Never.” You bring his face back up to yours and enjoy the feeling of his soft lips and stubble against you.

Too soon, he pulls away and finally takes the sunglasses off. “As much as I want to continue this, I promised everyone I’d get ready to go.”

You pout as he lifts himself off of you and moves to the closet to change. “Just wait till I’m back though.” He teases and you fall back against the bed once again, enjoying watching him unbutton his shirt.

“Can’t wait.” You smirk.

It’s midnight now. You’ve soaked using your favorite bath bomb, put on a face mask, binged Netflix, and downed half a bottle of wine. Now you were in bed, scrolling through Instagram. You watch stories from Joji’s friends of them at a bar and then a night club. It looked wild. It was loud and there were people and alcohol everywhere. Another night, it could’ve been fun but you were glad you’d stayed in.

You mindlessly tapped through the stories until one clip in particular caught your eye. Behind the guy filming was Joji and Maya dancing together. Grinding together. Your stomach dropped as you tapped on her profile to see what she’d posted. 90% of it was of her and your boyfriend.

There were clips of them getting wasted, the two of them laughing next to each other in an Uber, clips of them smoking outside, her learning on his shoulder in a booth at the club and then kissing his cheek. They both looked trashed out of their minds.

What the fuck? You locked your phone and tossed it to the other side of the bed. The television stayed on all night but you had no idea what you were watching. You were so in your head, thinking about what Joji and Maya were doing. Should you text him? Should you just go to sleep? There was no way you’d be getting any kind of rest tonight with your mind racing.

After hours of tossing and turning, you hear a key in the front door and soft footsteps making their way across the floor. You breath a sigh of relief until you hear a voice that isn’t Joji’s. It’s a whisper you can’t make out and then a shush and then a laugh. Your heart beats faster as you sit up and imagine the worst. It’s an intruder.

You let out a yelp as the door to your bedroom creaks open and a figure makes it’s way inside. You quickly turn on the bedside lamp and then immediately throw whatever you can grab, which happens to be a pillow, at the person.

“Hey, what the?” It’s Joji stumbling around.

“What the hell?!” You hiss.

“What was that for?” He tosses the pillow back onto the bed, looking annoyingly amused.

“You scared me, I thought you were an intruder.”

“And you were going to stop an intruder with… a pillow?”

“Oh, fuck off.” You lay back down now that your heart rate has slowed. “Why were you being so creepy and whispering to yourself out there?”

“What?” He looked lost for a second, obviously drunk, “Oh, no that was Maya. She’s gonna stay on the couch tonight.”

“Why?” You groan. Of course she was still here.

“She’s drunk.” He explains as he takes his pants off and joins you on the bed. The scent of alcohol on him is strong.

“So call her an Uber.”

“What’s your problem, (Y/N)?”

“Nothing.” You switch the light off and turn away from him, hoping sleep will come soon.

#joji #joji x reader #filthy frank #joji miller #george miller #mine

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dracimalfoy1988292 · 3 years

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(ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 5: ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴏɴᴇ sᴘɪᴅᴇʀᴍᴀɴ ᴍᴇᴍᴇ)

"We should definitely pour something on her head," a voice whispered quietly.

It was sometime in early morning, sunlight washing in through the windows like a river of melted gold, reflecting off the bathroom tiles in a white light resembling melting snow amongst the hill of Hogwarts.

Macey and Celia stood side by side, peering down to Valentine, who was currently in a completely other world. She laid on her back, one leg sprawled wide and the other bent at the knee, her arms spread wide like a starfish. Her head was propped up against Macey's jacket like a pillow, a pool of drool leaking from her open mouth, where soft snores echoed from.

Her hair looked like a field of sunflowers with the sun woven between strands, eyes moving beneath her eyelids as she dreams. Her chest rose steadily, telling them that no matter how dead she looked, she was still breathing.

"She's like a little baby," Celia snickers at the girl who remained unbothered, sound asleep. She'd fallen asleep around four in the morning, and Macey and Celia decided that rather than waking the blonde girl up, they'd let her sleep and would go straight to breakfast after the Polyjuice potion was done, which it was. Now they were merely discussing the manner of waking up the Lotus girl.

"She is," Macey confirmed, staring at her best friend with adoration before seeing the slime on her coat, which her face twisted up. "A baby that drools on everything, geesh, that's my jacket!"

"What should we do to her?" Celia asks eagerly, and Macey sends her an incredulous look.

"Are you insane? Nothing! Val will lose it if we do something to her when she isn't conscious. One time I drew a mustache on her face when she passed on out the Hogwarts Express and she didn't realize until halfway through the sorting ceremony when a first year pointed it out. Let me tell you, I got in so much trouble. My ass was grass."

"That's because drawing on someone's face is so unoriginal! You've gotta- I dunno, make her pee herself!"

Macey continued to stare at their newfound friend, totally confused.

"Pee herself?" Macey repeated slowly.

"Yeah, you know, fill a bowl with hot water and put her hand in it. It makes the person pee... or something," Celia uncharacteristically said, being much nicer than she generally was, but Macey wasn't complaining.

So that was how, three minutes later, a ceramic bowl had been placed at Valentine's side with hot water filled halfway. Celia was careful when setting it down, water sloshing around the sides. Once it was on the ground, Macey gently picked up Valentine's wrist, slowly easing it into the bowl.

While the damage had been done, they both sat back to watch the joke unwind, when Valentine abruptly woke up.

She sat up, glancing around in alarm. Her cheek has a red zipper print from where the skin had been pressed against the jacket, robes wrinkled and hair standing up.

Feeling her arm wet and... warm, for some reason, she looked down to find her hand submerged in a bowl of warm water. She looked from the bowl to the girls ahead of her, both who looked disappointed.

Valentine blinked at them as she slowly withdrew her hand from the bowl, confused on how it had gotten there to begin with.

"Ugh, you ruined it!" Celia groaned.

"I- I ruined it?" Valentine question, eyebrows furrowed.

"Yes! You didn't even piss yourself yet!"

Valentine looked around to see if they were talking to her or Moaning Myrtle. Once realizing they did in fact mean her, she made a face.

"Was I- was I supposed to pee myself? Why would I do that?"

Celia and Macey identical gestures to the bowl. Valentine looked to it.

"A bowl," she commented plainly.

"Yes," the other two said synchronized.

"That bowl was gonna make me pee myself?"

"Yes," the answered together.

"Right... maybe you guys should get some sleep?" Valentine offered groggily, not sure if her friends were making no sense or if she was just too tired to comprehend what they were saying.

Macey brushed her off. "No time for that. The suns just risen, so we've gotta go fill the pumpkin juice with our drug."

"It's not a drug," Celia reminded her as she gathered her things.

"Well, I know that, obviously. It just sounds more scandalous when you say you're drugging someone."

"You know what it also sounds like? Illegal. It sounds illegal," Valentine piped in as she approached the dusty mirror, wincing at her appearance as she tried to smoothen her hair. She then raised her bag, grabbing the small dropper and vile.

She passed it off to Celia, watching as Macey lowered the cauldron containing the Polyjuice potion to the vile, where the goop slowly sludged into the vile, filling it completely.

"Look, there's a lot left," Macey inspected.

"Save it for emergencies," Valentine proposed, slinging her bag over her shoulder.

Celia and Macey turned to her.

"Sorry, what bloody emergencies will we need this shit for?" Macey questioned, to which the blonde Hufflepuff shrugged.

Conversation halted as the three tip-toed through the halls, trying their best to remain quiet. They were more than lucky to find the Great Hall empty, no one expecting students to come for breakfast so early on the weekend.

Sneaking to the Gryffindor table, Valentine located the usual four seats the Marauders inhabit, where there were separate jugs of pumpkin juice for each one of the boys.

The girls all grinned to each other as they unscrewed the tops. Each of them got to do one, and as Valentine's turn came along, she dropped in a decent amount, watching the substance fizz out and dissolve in the orange juice until it was unrecognizable they'd ever added it.

They finished up by screwing the lids back on and repairing the plastic seal so it wasn't obvious they'd been open, then they shook them up to be sure the Polyjuice potion didn't leave any traces.

Stepping back from their masterpiece, they eyes the table in success. Just as they did so, a few Ravenclaws walked in, meaning the prank timing had been perfectly set up.

Celia turned to head to her table, but Valentine grabbed her arm.

"Hey, you could sit with us at our table, if you want," she offered, expecting Celia to agree, but she was clearly wrong.

"I'm good, thanks," and with that, the dark haired girl turned and retreated to her table.

"Macey?" Valentine asked, seeing the frown on her friends face. "You don't think she'll stop hanging out with us because the prank is over, do you?"

Macey pondered over it, watching Celia across the room before forcing her eyes away, following Valentine to the Hufflepuff table.

"I hope not," Macey answered truthfully. Honestly, they both had found it nice to have a new companion, and after the initial insults, it had been quite fun.

And so the three girls took their seats at different tables, though they all looked at the same spot, waiting for the show to begin.

•••

Valentine had been eating her twelfth slice of bacon when the Marauders finally marched in, James Potter in the lead. Macey had excitedly slapped her arm, drawing her attention to their targets as they took their seat.4

Valentine looked to the Slytherin table where Celia was already perked up, ready to watch. She caught Valentine's eye for a short second and suggestively rose her eyebrows.

Valentine smiled and looked back at the golden boys, watching them carry on talking about whatever their gossip is, laughing at random times.

As they made their plates, piling high biscuits, sausage, and danishes, more people filed in the Great Hall, which only made Valentine happier, being that more will be experiencing the prank.

And then it was time, because Sirius had already engulfed half a plate, Peter not too far behind, and James had a slice of toast hanging from his lips.

Celia did her part, subtly casting the mouth-drying spell, causing the four boys saliva to soak up like sponges.

And then Remus, poor Remus, reached forward and grasped his bottle, opening it. Peter, Sirius, and James did the same, and it seemed to slow motion as they raised the bottle to their mouths and took a long, generous sip.

At first, nothing happened, leading the girls to think they must've messed up, but suddenly Peter didn't look so well, and he hunched over, the ends of his blonde hair turning dark.

Valentine's eyes widened as she watched James Potter's nose grow larger, his glasses sliding off. His eyes went from glazed honey to charcoal, body growing taller and skinny.

Remus' hair grew from short to his shoulders, strands slick and greasy.4

James looked up to Sirius, but he urgently scrambled to his feet, nearly tripping over the bench, once realizing it was Severus Snape seated across from him.28

"Snivellus!" Potter shouted, pointing to his best friend.

Sirius jumped up in alarm, extending his arm to point at James, mirroring him.

"James! You- Snivellus!" Sirius said ghastly, panting as if having an asthma attack.1

Remus and Peter quickly followed in pursuit, getting to their feet at record speed. Peter pointed one finger at Remus and the other at James, shaking.

"Snape!" He squealed.

Remus pointed to Peter and James.

"Severus!"1

Sirius looked to himself, patting his body down. In utter disbelief, he grasped the spoon from the table and raised it to his eyes, checking his reflection, only to drop it and let out a throaty scream to see Severus Snape staring back at him.

"Merlins balls! What's happened to me?" Sirius let out a throaty scream, eyes scanning his friends. "What happened to us!"

The four Severus Snape's stared and pointed at each other, heads spinning as they tried to pinpoint what exactly happened.

"My hair!" Sirius wailed, pulling at his scalp as he dramatically dropped to his knees.

By now the entire Great Hall was dying of laughter, and Macey had fallen to the floor, wheezing hysterically. Valentine had the table cloth bunched up in one hand, her palm covering her lips with the other, and she laughed so hard she couldn't breath.

One by one, the Marauder Snape's turned to the Slytherin table, looking to the real Severus Snape, who was frozen and in complete and utter fear.

"I-I-," Severus stuttered, in shock. He couldn't even form a proper sentence as he stared at the four boys he despised, all of which were wearing his face. Celia slapped the table, snorting loudly as her mouth hung open at what they had done.

The three girls had never been more proud of themself.

"Why- what?" Severus forced through gritted teeth. As the Marauders came forward, Severus backpedaled.

"Stay back, imposter!" Snape roared ferociously. "Why do you look like me?"

"You think I want to look like you!" Sirius screamed, hand cupping his cheeks, feeling the unfamiliar gritty skin and uneven eyebrows.

"Merlin, please, please," James begged. "I've never hated myself more than I do now," he finished, the words coming out quieter.

Remus possibly had the best reaction, seeing he was standing leaned over, hands on his knees. His- Snape's- dark hair fell around him like a curtain, though his mouth remained wide open.

Hearing the ruckus, Professor McGonagall pushed open the Great Hall doors, though as soon as she saw what happened, she stopped in her tracks.

"Minnie! Minnie help me!" Sirius wailed, grasping the Professors robes.

Professor Flitwick, who had entered behind Mcgonagall, took in his surroundings before pursing his little lips and turning back around, leaving as if he'd never seen what happened to begin with.

So here we had Sirius, who had tears steaming down his face, James, rocking back and forth while having a mental argument in his head, Remus who was stunned and mouth open, and Peter, who was seated on the ground with his face buried in his hands.

Oh! And the real Severus Snape had long since ran off to Madam Pomfrey.

Minnie tried to control a grieving Sirius Black while James Potter- Valentine thought it was James, although it was hard to keep track- scanned the room until they finally found the mocha colored eyes of Valentine Lotus.

At his gaze, Valentine's grin sunk into a wide smirk, and she did something that surprised James Potter even further.

With a sudden surge of confidence, she cocked her head and winked at him.

James read the message loud and clear.

Game on.

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dont read this im just seeing if it works, its unedited and currently shit

"Excuse me, but I happen to think Mávri gáta is hilarious. Those puns are spot on."

Aria opened her mouth and paused, before closing it again.

"Zào Fortuna has got spots right?."

"Wait were you trying to aim a pun at her, but then forgot if she had spots?

"Uh, maybe..."

"Dude, you're an idiot in every sense of the word."

Aria hung her head.

"...I know."

"That's nice."

Aria threw a pillow at her before exploding in a fit of giggles.

"Mooncaaaake! You're supposed to give me a hug and say sorry!"

Marinette sighed and blew her nails before turning to look at Aria.

"We both know how that goes down."

Aria sighed and stood up.

"Have you heard from Adrien in the past few days?"

"You know what? I haven't."

"Last time I talked to him, he told me he got a boyfriend."

"He did? Why didn't I know about that?"

"Babe, weren't you on the other line?"

"Uh... I think I fell asleep."

"Wow. You really need to stop staying up all night on commissions."

"Speaking of, any news about that stuff?"

"Well, what you heard is true-'

"I also heard that you get to stay in Wayne Manor and bring a friend. Maybe Sabine?"

"What? And risk her finding out that I parade around the city in spots every night? No thanks."

"Hm. Chloe?"

"The invitation would be wasted. She's already going to Gotham with her mom."

"What about Alya?"

"Since 2 heroes will be out of commission, Rena is going to be needed here."

"I don't know."

Aria collapsed on the bed with a groan before sitting up and smirking.

"Lila."

"Okay. Your guessing privileges have been revoked."

"Noooooo! How else will I find out who you're going to take?!"

"By asking. Like a normal person."

"How dare you assume that I'm normal."

"Now I'm beginning to wonder if I should actually tell you."

"Okay, okay! I'll shut up! Just please tell me who, so I don't have to stay up till 3, guessing."

"I wanted to ask you."

"Uh, I will give you an entire list of reasons why I shouldn't come. Plus, I don't really think they'd let me bring the cat."

"I'm asking right now, and if they say no, then I'll politely decline the invitation."

"I don't want you to miss ou-"

"They replied!"

"What? Let me see!"

Aria scrambled off the chaise and scurried over to Marinette, tripping in the process.

"Wait! Let me get up!"

Aria jumped up and stumbled into the desk.

Marinette clicked the email and recited it aloud.

"Dear MDC, your friend's cat will be allowed. If you need to arrange anything to bring your cat on the plane, please do not hesitate to ask.

Aria squealed and hugged Marinette.

"Ok. If we can start packing now, I'll come with you."

"Why do we have to pack now? The trip isn't until Saturday and it's only Wednesday! Can't we just enjoy the first sleepover we've had in a month?"

"Babe, please? I hate procrastinating."

"What are you talking about? You love procrastinating!"

"I don't love it, It just happens to be my default."

"Same difference!"

"Um, no, not the same difference."

"Nyah."

-------

"Dante. I am begging you. Don't turn off the computer yet."

"Aria. it's almost 1 A.M and we both have class tomorrow."

"I knoooow! But I put my fucking heart into this, and if you turn it off right now, it will delete and I have no way of saving it."

"Aria. Go to bed now."

"Nooooo! I have to finish it!"

"Fine. But as soon as the clock gets to 1. I'm turning everything off. Just because you're my favorite doesn't mean I'll let you get away with anything."

"Boi! I let you get away with so many illegal things! Can I not just stay up for another hour to finish a damn design?!"

"Aria?"

"Hi, Minette."

"Are you gonna stay up again while binge-ing on coffee?"

"Maybe..."

"Marinette. Please tell my idiot sister that she needs sleep too."

"Aria-"

"Noooo! My favorites are teaming up to defeat me!"

"Aria. Go. To. Bed."

"No!"

Aria jumped up, seized the computer, shot into the bathroom.

"Ha! Now you can't stop me from finishing this!"

"Okay. I give up. Marinette, she's yours now."

Dante slowly backed out of the kitchen with his arms raised.

"Aria. Come out. Please. It's not a sleepover if it's only one person. Plus I need someone to binge-watch movies with!"

"...What kind of movies?"

"Um, MIB International, Charlie's Angels, Hanna, Atomic Blonde, La Femme Nikita-"

"I'm in. Just give me a second."

The sound of shuffling around could be heard in the unusually silent house. The bathroom door opened to show a dark room a few seconds later, and Aria emerged holding a closed laptop.

"I thought it wasn't going to save?"

"Yeah uh, I lied. I just wanted to keep working."

"Geez. I bet you'll be the only person in Gotham like this."

"Well, I do try to be unique!"

"Okay, we need to finish packing."

"But what about the movies?!"

"We'll watch them while we pack."

"Yay!"

-------

Five movies and two panic attacks later:

"Mooncake! Do you know where my-"

"Beanie? Downstairs in the tardis."

"Oh my gosh, thank you! I need to take a shower, are you almost finished packing?"

"Yeah, two more outfits and I'll be done."

"Kay. My phone is charging next to the window, the password is 314159, the flashy purple app turns on the TV."

With that, Aria walked out of the room and shut the door. Not even 2 minutes later, the sound of running water could be heard, along with the song 'Consideration' was blasting through the house. Marinette shook her head and laughed.

"Geez Ember. Too loud."

Marinette folded the last outfit and placed it in her suitcase. Walking over to the window, she was attacked by Kiro.

“Ack! Get off!”

“I heard a screech! Is everything okay?”

Marinette stared for a second longer before laughing so hard she fell off the bed.

“OH MY GOSH! Did you just- holy crap! The cat just jumped on me!”

“...are you freaking kidding me? I literally jumped out of the shower to see what in the world was going on. I thought you were being abducted.”

“I’m so sorry! I just-” Marinette collapsed into another fit of giggles.

Aria walked out of the room, leaving Marinette to try and clean up the water mess. She just threw a towel over the puddle.

Aria walked into the bathroom while shaking her head slowly. She picked up her phone and pressed shuffle on her playlist. Once again, a song started blasting through the house.

————

Marinette grabbed Aria’s phone and unlocked it. She pressed the purple icon that Aria had told her about and clicked the red power button at the top. Nothing happened.

Right. The TV is downstairs.

—————-

“Dante! I stole your Pikachu boxers because they were in my drawers!” Aria ran past him, a disgruntled Chloe in hot pursuit.

“Why do I care?”

“Just thought you should know in case you start looking for them while I’m gone!”

“Speaking of being gone, shouldn’t you guys get going? Your flight leaves in 4 hours.”

“Crap! Evita! Do you have work soon? Can you drive us to the airport?”

“Can’t you guys just bike?”

Aria stopped and stared at Evita incredulously. Chloe didn't slow down quick enough and slammed both girls into the ground.

“Okay, are you stupid? Because we have like, 4 bags each, and the airport is like 45 miles away. ”

“Okay. I’ll take you, but I do have to work soon so we have to go now.”

“Okay. Akiv! Stop! Do you have your bags?”

“Yes, Ember.”

“Mousinette! Are you ready?”

“I NEED DEODORANT.”

“We can get some at the airport.”

“GAH! Okay, fine. Let’s go.”

The three girls ran to give Alya a hug before they left.

“Bye Als! Love you!”

“Adios, Vixen! Te Quiero!”

“Salut Alya!”

——————-

ONE EXCRUCIATINGLY LONG CAR RIDE LATER:,

Marinette, Aria, and Chloe stepped out of the Envoy and took their bags out of the trunk.

“Zai Jian, Evita! Te Quiero mucho!”

“Adios Mija! Je t’aime!”

“Ay Dios Mio…”

“What?”

“Look at the lines!” Aria gestured over to about fifty people standing in front of a counter.

“Oh, mon Dieu.”

“Um, no. Look at your tickets. We have first-class. Which is the line over there.” Choe pointed over to a short line with only a few people.

“Oh, thank goodness.” Marinette sighed as she scanned over her plane ticket.

“Wait, really?” Aria scrambled for the small slip of paper in her wallet, accidentally dropping it.

A young male, probably around 15, picked it up. He smiled and held it out to her.

“Here you go, m’lady”

“Thanks, bro,” Aria grunted.

“Oh my gosh! Did you see his face when you called him ‘bro’?!”

“That was hilarious,” Aria wiped tears from her eyes.

“Welp, now we know how she keeps guys away.”

“Who knew it was so simple?”

“No. It’s simple for me. I am the Goddess of repellent. You two are mere mortals.”

“She’s right! Oh, Great One! We are unworthy of your presence, but we beg to learn your ways!” Marinette got down on one knee, with one hand over her heart and the other being held out to Aria.

“Oh, get up Mooncake. They’re looking at us crazy again.” Chloe pulled the smaller girl onto her feet and ruffled her hair.

Marinette giggled, then bowed and took Aria’s hand.

“I am forever indebted to you for teaching me.” She kissed the brunette’s hand before standing up straight again.

“Mooncake, I love you, but that was the weirdest thing you’ve ever done.”

“Thanks, Abelle.”

“No problem babe.”

Aria rolled her eyes.

“Next!”

The girls looked up to see it was their turn in line.

“Please place your bags in the designated area.” The lady behind the desk gestured to a wire container.

Marinette looked to the side and placed her suitcase into the basket. The other girls quickly followed suit.

“Names?”

“Marinette Dupain-Cheng.”

“Aria Couture.”

“Chloe Bourgeois.”

The lady typed their names into the computer before waving them away. Marinette saw the dull look in her eyes and pulled out 3 macarons before whispering something and smiling.

“Excuse me, Madame? Here are a few macarons. I hope you have a nice day!”

Marinette picked up her bags and walked away with her friends. She didn’t miss the small smile that appeared on the woman’s face.

“So, what’d you do to the cookies?”

“Let’s just say the rest of her week will be much better.”

“Minette, I have absolutely no idea what you're implying, and at this point, I'm too scared to ask.”

————

“This is why I hate flying. I’m already exhausted and we haven’t even been at the airport for 2 hours.” Marinette groaned.

“We’re done with all the security stuff, and our suitcases are already boarding the plane, which basically means we can currently do whatever we want. And don’t you still need deodorant?”

“Ugh. You’re right. Let’s go.”

Aria grinned and walked towards a sandwich restaurant.

“Aria, where are you going? The toiletries place is over there.” Marinette pointed to a little kiosk next to the bathrooms.

“Come on. You didn’t really think we would get deodorant before we got food, did you?”

“...I am kind of hungry…”

“Let’s go then!”

Aria grabbed Marinette’s right hand and Chloe’s left hand and yanked them over to the restaurant.

——————

“Flight Number 763, First class, Now boarding.”

Aria jolted awake at the sound of the announcement. She looked over at Chloe and Marinette sleeping peacefully and contemplated waking them up. She'd rather not lose an eye, or two.

Chloe woke up as the brunette picked up a small pink bookbag.

“Good morning Chlo,” Aria yawned.

“...hi Ari.”

Grabbing all of their backpacks, she took the tickets and passports out and walked over to the admittance booth.

“Tickets please."

“Here,” Aria handed him all three tickets and passports.

Aria looked up at the man in the booth.

“Can we go in or do you need sleeping beauty over here to confirm something,” Aria pointed at Marinette.

“Um. You can go in…”

“Thanks, have a nice day!”

——————

GOTHAM:

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