This Reminds Me Of The Song Don't Hold Your Breath By Nicole...

This reminds me of the song don't hold your breath by Nicole... 💬📏📐📍📌

Break Up/Make Up (Katsuki Bakugou x f!Reader)

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Minors DNI (18+)

Tw: smut little plot, break up, make up sex, soft sex, oral (f!receiving), confessions, jealousy, complicated feelings, a bit toxic, college!au

Summary: You and Katsuki have have been dating for almost a year. You kept it a secret. It wasn't easy dating him but you made it work. But one day he says things that give you no choice.

Note: this doesn't have much of an end

Katsuki just wants to wrap his arms around you. Today was hard and you are always the balm smoothing him out again.

You have been a couple for almost a year now and besides Kiri and Iida nobody knows. The two of you almost slipped up today. You got into some trouble during a villain attack and Katsuki rushed in to help and hugged you not knowing the others were all there but Bakugou was quick to act.

He told you he'd come over and he didn't think much of you leaving him on read but now he is in front of a locked door and suddenly it all tastes bitter. Are you ignoring him?

"Hey, open up," he says and knocks again.

"I don't want to see you," you call from the other side of the door. "Get the hint."

"Open the door before I knock it down!" Katsuki feels his pulse rising. What is your problem? Why are you like this all of a sudden?

You open the door and he bursts in to see you standing there with crossed arms and sore cheeks. 

What made you cry? His face softens and he means to reach for you but you flinch away.

"Leave!" You just whisper sharply, coldly. It feels like knives on his heart.

"What the fuck happened?" He utters, completely in the dark and you just scoff. "For fucks sake what's your damn problem? Just talk to me."

"That you don't even know is–" you shake your head. "I don't want to be with you anymore, Bakugou. We're done."

"Bakugou? Fuck that! Tell me why you act so fucking– shitty!?" He feels his throat tighten with unease. Did you just break up with him? No. No.

"Well, maybe when even Eijirou says you are going too far then… just fucking stop," you blink back tears.

"But I didn't mean–"

"Didn't you?" You meet his eyes now. "Then why use all my insecurities and traumas? You went too far and I am done! I'm just done with this! Fuck off!"

Katsuki's mouth falls open. He is in absolute shock. His heart is pounding so loudly he is sure you can hear it shatter. "I had to keep up our cover!" He just doesn't understand. His voice shakes. "I didn't–"

"I don't care," you sigh, defeated. "I don't care anymore. I can't do this… keeping this a secret… your hot and cold… I am not happy," you shrug then move to your bed, laying down with your back to him. You are crying, trying to hold your sobs in. You feel so dumb… so hurt. He didn't have to shoot so low. He didn't have to say those awful things.

Katsuki is trembling. It isn't anger this time like it is 99% of the time when he shook; it is fear. Is it over? No. He can't accept that. He can't just let that happen. You make his life so much better.

"(Y/N)... what can I do? I am sorry. I am sorry! You hear me!"

"You can leave," you breathe.

And Katsuki knows he has to but it is so hard. The tightness in his chest is suffocating. He feels so helpless. He feels so weak.

A moment later Kirishima opens his door to see his friend with tears welling at his lash line. And he isn't surprised at all.

Katsuki went too far.

》》》》

You didn't go to class the next day. You got a doctor's note after explaining to Recovery Girl that you just needed a day to pick up the pieces. You returned to the dorms and fell face first into your bed. Where to even start? You should eat but the lump in your throat is so restricting that your appetite is lost. You should gather his stuff and put it in his room then you save yourself the interaction. You need to get rid of these feelings somehow or they will choke you for weeks. Write them out? Burn them? Scream them? You want to scream, want to undo all of it. You can't look at him the same anymore.

You really thought you could make it. You really thought despite it all you and Katsuki belong together. Everything was right until it wasn't. You understood why he wanted it to be a secret and of course you know how he is. But it was just too much. Especially with what he said.

Katsuki is staring at your empty seat and it fills him with anger. You can't avoid him. Is that your plan? It is stupid. It is ridiculous. He wants to jump up and get you. He wants to do something! But Eijirou told him you need space which is probably right. Katsuki can't think straight right now. His head is spinning. His heart is throbbing. He isn't one to sit still. He isn't one to just wait. He does things. He needs to fix things with you. This couldn't be it. He loves you. He really fucking does and he thought you knew that. You had to know! You are the only one who can make him feel soft… who can make him laugh and be gentle.

Katsuki gets up without a word to Mr. Aizawa or anyone and walks to the dorms. 

He does not bother knocking and just storms in but the second he stands in front of you he regrets it. You are folding up his clothes, putting away the small gifts he has given you over the months. No.

"What the fuck?!" You simply shout. 

"Can we talk," he presses out. "Please."

"When you storm in like this you don't even give me a choice!"

"Can we please just talk, (Y/N)!" He is pleading. "Fuck! I can't lose you! Please, (Y/N)," his voice is soft, raspy.

"You have to respect that I don't want to talk right now, Bakugou–"

"Stop calling me that!"

"Stop being disrespectful to the boundaries I am setting!"

That is what Eijirou said. He only makes it worse, doesn't he? "I am sorry! Fuck!" He yells out and hides his face so you can't see the tears. "I am sorry," he whispers and leaves.

》》》》

Weeks pass and it is ridiculous how the both of you deteriorate. You both lost weight, tried to hide the puffy eyes and deep shadows, you both became colder and quiet.

Everyone notices. There is no denying it. You are both so utterly heartbroken. Katsuki even talked to his mom, explaining the whole thing to her sobbing like a baby.

He wrote you a letter and when you didn't react to it, he didn't try again after that. It was all he could do. You aren't mean to him during school and act basically just like before since you kept it a secret anyway but Katsuki knows it isn't the same. He cannot hold you anymore, he can't touch you anymore and see you unfiltered and that hurts.

He doesn't give up hope though. Sometimes he catches you looking at him, smiling a little even. He won't give up hope. Not yet. He loves you and you love him… that wouldn't just go away?

But then he hears you giggle and laugh at something Shinsou says in the hallway one afternoon and his heart shatters.

》》》》

He tries to ignore it, weeks and months pass. But it is like he sees you and him constantly. Sees you and that purple haired fool! He almost forgot himself when Shinsou reached out to get a bug out of your hair one day at lunch. No. He isn't allowed to be that close to you. Why aren't you trying to hide it? Shinsou walks into a room and your eyes can only see him— no! Bakugou is just imagining it… is just reading into it. You'd never go for a guy like that. You still love him.

It all tips over when one day he walks to the dorm and sees you and Shinsou sitting on a blanket in the greenery, him leaning against a tree and you resting your head on his thigh.

Katsuki's hand is oozing and any wrong move would have blown up the whole place. He feels physically sick, can't even breathe as his chest collapses and his whole head melts. No. No. Just because he let his tongue get the better of him. It isn't fair. He did not mean a single letter of those awful words that day. 

He waits for you and slips into the elevator before the door closes. Your face goes pale and yes! You should feel awful. You should apologize to him for making him so miserable.

"Hey," you simply say and lean against the mirror, thinking nothing much of it but then he presses the emergency stop.

"Why would you– that guy?!" He can't keep his thoughts in line. He is seething. He wants you to stop torturing him.

"What?" You straighten up.

"Shinsou?! You know he can never be me! He could never love you better than me!"

Oh. You and Shinsou are just friends. You'd consider him your best friend actually… surprisingly. Aizawa asked you to train him in close combat because you've been a martial artist your entire life. But Katsuki is behaving like a little boy throwing a tantrum again and if the shoe fits and all. "I am glad he's not you. That's the whole point," you say, annoyed.

Your words shoot to kill and he spins around, caging you to the mirror. His eyes are even more crimson but underneath all his anger there is simply frustration… desperation.

"You fucking serious," he growls. "I never meant anything to you, did I?! You just needed an excuse!"

"You're acting like a fucking kid!"

"You're the one that couldn't even talk to me! I wrote you a letter! A fucking letter!"

You laugh in his face and he can't hold back, grabbing your cheeks harshly. He squeezes, your lips forming a pout as your eyes stay locked hard on his.

"You're so stupid!"

"Shut your mouth."

The words that loll off your tongue are a challenge, an invitation, "make me, Kats."

His lips are on yours not a heartbeat later. He'd convince you. He'd show you all the love he had to give you.

He moans into your mouth, not able to hold it in. He missed your lips so much, missed tasting you, almost forgot the sensation. The kiss has your lips swollen and tender, your mouths opening wide to take the other in, tongues gliding against one another until the kiss is just a mess of saliva. Your hands are in his hair, tugging harshly as he roames your body with his. The elevator moves again and you have no idea how you make it into your room. Your clothes are on the floor in the matter of seconds.

You push him onto the bed, pinning his wrist to the mattress as you leave hickey after hickey, bite mark after bite mark on his neck and shoulder until he is whining and trying to fight you. Katsuki buckes his hips up but you are hovering, depriving him of touching you as well as feeling your weight on him.

"I'm still mad," you husk into his ear.

Katsuki is malfunctioning by now. He wants you so badly. He needs you more than he needs air right now.

"Your letter was hardly an apology, you know."

He now flips your position, studying your face as he cages you underneath him. There is hurt in your eyes. "I am not good with words," he rasps against your lips, kissing you again but softly this time then traveling his lips down your body as his hands grab handfuls of your soft flesh. He missed you. Every last bit of you. He thought he was going insane.

"I am sorry," he says, kissing that spot on your tummy that makes your brain malfunction. "I am sorry," he says again and kisses your inner thigh, running his rough hands on your legs. "I'll make love to you until you believe me," he whispers. "Fuck all my love into your body."

You hold your breath for a second at his words then you nod, head falling back against the mattress as his tongue presses flat against your vulva, licking from your entrance to your clit. You are not sure if you moan louder or if he does. Your hands dig into his hair immediately.

"Katsuki," you breathe softly when he takes your clit in his mouth, then works on it just how he knows you like it. You moan, back lifting from the mattress. Your head is spinning like crazy, heart racing quicker. You wanted to tease him a little longer, but now all of that vaporizes. You need him. You miss him so much.

"Katsuki!" You whimper, tugging on his hair and bucking your hips to meet his tongue. "I'm sorry too!" You say in between lewd gasps.

He looks up at you and your eyes locked. Tears are forming on your lash line. Your cheeks are beaming in a deep red. Katsuki doesn't say anything, instead he works his tongue on your cunt harder. Your eyes roll back and he feels how your sweet juice gushes. He is getting drugged by your essence, entirely, he missed your taste so much.

Katsuki pulls back and his finger now slips into your throbbing cunt. "He could never eat you out like I do," he sighs, twirling his tongue across his lips to taste you more. He feels you shudder when he hits your special spot, calloused finger tip massaging the area vigorously. "Admit it."

You can't even breathe, mewling and trying to reach his shoulder. He understands and moves up from where he knelt, meeting your lips in a kiss then your soft eyes.

"We're not…" you whisper, cradling his face. "I am still hung up on my ex, you know. Even if he is an asshole."

His face droops to your shoulder, a relieved sigh making his chest press into yours. You still love him. "I am not done apologizing, baby."

You shake your head. "Need you closer," you wrap your legs around his waist. "Kats, need you inside."

"Okay. Whatever you want," he smiles against your skin, pressing soft kisses down your shoulder. "I missed you too much to deny you anything."

He sinks into you with ease and you wrap your arms around his shoulders, breath hitching. "I missed you too," you whine. You need a moment to adjust to his cock after going so long without it.

"I am so sorry," he whispers against your cheek, moaning softly. He starts to move his hips, rutting forward slowly but deep. His cock drags inside your soft walls with passion while he heaves against your skin. 

"S'sorry," he kisses your cheeks, kisses your lips next, humming softly when you tug on his hair. "I'm sorry."

He fucks you so painfully slow but it is just what you need to mend the wound. Every slow pull and push closes the distance between you.

You cup his cheeks and lift his head so you could look at him. A single tear drops from his eye onto your cheek, mixing with your own salty stream. "I believe you," you whisper. Your hands start to hold him shakily as the knot in your tummy grows.

"I love you," he rasps and picks up his pace a little. Your eyes stay focused on each other. "You hear me, I fucking love you," he groans, digging his fingers into the sheets.

"I love you too," you whimper softly. "Katsuki. Love you–"

You pull him closer, your foreheads touch. You are both close but Katsuki slows down. He doesn't want to let go, wants to keep you as close as possible for longer. You nudge at his chest and he rolls over. Why would he deny you? You ride him with the same slow intensity, gasping in his mouth while cradling his face. Katsuki leaves not an inch of your skin untouched. 

You end up on your desk hours later, eyes still locked as he holds your thighs and plows into you sloppily, leaving hickeys on your shoulder. Your skin has melted together by now, your breaths just whimpers and moans, eyes fighting to stay open.

"Can't–" you claw at his back, leaving even more red lines there. "Kats."

"I know," his hands move up to your face. "Let's cum together."

You nod eagerly, desperately. "I love you," you say, eyes crossing and unfocusing for a moment only to settle back on his with determination.

"I love you too," he whines, holding your face gently. "More than anything. I'll be better. I'll think before I talk. I make you happy."

"Me too," you nod.

You hold him and he holds you. Your body begins to tremble, violently, but you never look away from each other. Both your eyes filled to the brim with adoration and pure love.

This is both steamy & vanilla....

Spring time with Hawks

Suitor: Keigo Takami/Hawks

Tags/warnings: breeding, rut, baby trapping, dubcon, twisted courting, misunderstandings, smut

Hawks grunted as he fought his way back to the office, the late winter weather battering him in the form of icy high speed winds and taking him more force than he would usually expend. Everyone at his agency was preparing for his annual 'holiday', though just about all his employees knew that it was related to his rut, but pretended that it was to do with workloads to protect their jobs and income as he finally landed in front of the building. The receptionist still gushed whenever he greeted her, as he threw her a wink and a grin on his way past to the elevators while he idly wondered if she would ever stop reacting in such a cute fan way. The second that the elevator doors closed, his persona and expression fell. He was alone in the small box while he waited to arrive at his office floor, and he was glad to be on his own after what felt like a constant of public persona and work since the previous spring. He rubbed the back of his neck in an attempt to ease some of the tension that was building inside of him, and he closed his eyes to avoid looking at himself in the mirror. It felt like his ruit was starting to impose more on him each year. It would start earlier, and last for longer while being more intense, and this year was already proving to be no exception to the rule. His rut was part of his quirk, but it was the part of his quirk that the Commission were keen to keep tightly out of the public perception due to it being a negative connotation of his anthro quirk. So it was an open secret at his agency that each spring Hawks wouldn't be around, as he heard the ding and quickly checked his reflection before slapping the persona back on his face.

The winged hero grimaced internally, wanting to do anything except be the flirty persona that the Commission had crafted for him, but he expected to be greeted by a floor full of staff who were swanning around with work for him to do just before he disappeared. Only to find that instead, it was all empty, and even his acute hearing was struggling to locate anyone on the floor as he headed down the long corridor towards his office. Until he approached the office in front of his; where you were located. Once he opened the door, he was pleased to see that you were all alone, before he began to take note of your exact state and appearance.

The end of your nose was red and sore, you were looking pale with flushed cheeks, no makeup, and certainly not wearing your best clothes. Plus you had dragged your bin out from its hiding place to next to your chair, and it was overflowing with used tissues, while boxes of tissues and cold medicine covered your desk. While you were currently relaxed back in your chair, eyes closed, and with your phone pressed to your ear as someone continued to squawk on the other end of the phone. It suddenly made sense as to why the floor was surprisingly empty, they were all avoiding you.

"As soon as Hawks stops leering at me, I promise that he will get the last of his pre-holiday paperwork submitted to you today, Mr. President," your scratchy voice drew the hero's attention, before he spotted that your eyes had opened by the tiniest amounts and gave you one of his cheeky grins in response.

Normally, he would have tried to pawn the paperwork off onto a sidekick, or to give you the slip with a claim that he had been summoned out to a job, but seeing you in such a vulnerable state was bringing out a side that Hawks didn't want to publicly admit to existing. You didn't waste any time in ending the call, before raising an eyebrow at the pro as he made no effort to move past your desk and into the privacy of his office.

"You need to fill out the paper and then head home. They've deciphered your behaviour," you sniffed, tugging another tissue free of the box and blowing your nose in an attempt to get Hawks moving since most people had often disappeared at the noise.

Instead, he smirked at you, and leant forward into your personal space, putting the back of his hand across your forehead, before giving you one of his 'disappointed' look as he straightened back up with a shake of his head. Though you didn't seem to miss the small smirk he was wearing as well. "You're running a fever, and what kind of boss would I be if I didn't escort my top employee home?" Keigo had never attempted to cross the boundary of employee and boss before, but then again he had also never been this close to his rut and in your presence. You were attractive and he wasn't an idiot, it was mostly that his rut was starting to colour his behaviour so he had a new found confidence to act on his wants.

"Literally no boss ever would escort their employee home without sullied intentions," you rolled your eyes, and scoffed before diverting your head and coughing into your hand. Hawks wrinkled his nose as you slathered your hands in sanitiser, the smell was highly offensive to him on the best days, never mind at a time when his senses were working overtime. "It's just a cold, Hawks. Plus, I'm off the moment you file that paperwork, so the sooner you do that, then the sooner I can go home and look after myself."

Hawks felt himself bristle at your attitude and approach, especially when you were fixated on going home. The implication of not wanting his help and not wanting him by extension was a slap in the face, but instead of grabbing you there and then, Hawks gave you his trademark dazzling smile. It should have made you fawn over him in giddiness as every other person in Japan would have done in your situation, instead, you shook your head and turned your focus back to your computer screen, probably to deal with someone else who wanted Hawks, but the pro hero could feel his anger and bitterness at rejection simmering away just beneath the surface. He wasn't used to people brushing him off and treating him as you were in the full face of his charm. They would normally be falling over themselves at this point, as Hawks made the strategic decision to leave you to your work, though a few feathers easily scattered across your office to keep an eye on you to allow him to pack up in preparation of his rut.

His feathers didn't impede you directly. He made sure of that. The last thing that Hawks needed was for you to have your guard up around him. He wanted you to think that he was just finishing up and being his usual self, but the reality was that he was getting more and more wound up because his mate was being stubborn about not needing Keigo to pamper her while she was sick. It was easy to get into your bag given the chaos that was happening on your desk, and for his feathers to tip your birth control pills into the bin and hidden by tissues. Before Hawks then submitted the half-assed report and swiftly shut down his computer.

He shut the door with an unnecessary force, making you jump and kick over your bag with your foot, causing the contents to spill out over the floor. Before you turned around and glared at him before you then started gathering everything back in, while Hawks shut your station down for you. He didn't need anyone getting into your computer in your joint absence, you did too much work for him and the Commission, before you were upright again and trying to get him to react to your glare.

"Hawks, I have a cold . I am not that sick that I need you to take me home, I am perfectly capable of doing that myself," you started, before a feather pressed itself to your lips and silenced you. You were caught off guard, and the action forced you to actually look at your boss for the first time that day. You weren't an idiot, nor were you blind. Hawks was arguably the hottest bachelor on the scene, but your contract explicitly stated that dating any pro-hero or sidekick would end up in you being terminated. You enjoyed your job, and Hawks paid you a handsome salary given his position in the charts, which meant that you could live extremely comfortably. But this was the first time in all your years that you were this close to a rutting Hawks, and you were starting to feel like prey being hunted. He tilted your chin up to meet his hungry gaze, and watched as you swallowed nervously. He smiled at you dangerously, and you were already starting to curse that you hadn't taken the time to learn about what a rut actually was instead of just accepting the vague explanation given by the Commission.

"I am not like any other boss, chickadee," his smile widened, as you realised that the winged hero had you pinned in the office space without a way around him as he flexed his wings to make a point. "I've submitted my paperwork, so let's go!" His grin did nothing to reassure you that you would be returned safely to your home that evening, especially given the fiery glint in his eyes. You were already mentally preparing yourself to be out of a job on your return, maybe Todoroki would be able to afford your services to keep you in your current level of comfort as you shakily grabbed your handbag and phone, before you were wrapped up in your boss' arms and flying across the city. You were mentally scolding yourself about not checking your station had logged you out, and too busy to notice which direction Hawks was flying in, though he was flying at a speed that was impossible to look at anything. So you resorted to burrowing your face into the crook of his neck, and privately glad that you hadn't bothered with makeup since it would have been ruined by this point.

Hawks kept you tucked in safely against him for the duration, and didn't engage you in conversation. Not that you were airborne for long enough to come to terms with what a rutting Hawks really meant. You were slightly dazed as Hawks touched down on the huge balcony on top of one of the tallest buildings in the vicinity, and the windows gave an impression that you were about to see one of the largest penthouses that the city had to offer. You knew that Hawks was doing well for himself, but you'd never imagined just how rich, as you realised that the door could only be opened with a retinal scanner as Hawks leant forward to it before you were then being ushered inside promptly. Then you were locked inside before you could question anything that was happening around you.

Hawks quickly peeled you out of your outer layers, leaving you in a t-shirt and your trousers before he followed suite, and left your bag to rest on top of one of his kitchen counters. He then pulled you through to a large family bathroom before you could find your thought process to question him.

He smiled at you, as one did to a lover with a soft stroke of your cheek, before he began to run a hot bath. Alarm bells were going off at this situation, and you could feel the panic starting to rise. If you could get him to let you go, then you could salvage your job as you spun around to face him and plead with him.

Instead, he slid his arms around your waist, and nuzzled into your hair, as your body started to relax into his. Your physical reactions weren't helping your mental state. But you also figured it was a side effect of working so much and living a single life. You were so starved of affection that your body and heart didn't know what to do. You would probably be best getting a normal boyfriend, someone who worked in an office and wasn't a pro hero that constantly put themselves in danger and would actually turn up to dates instead of leaving you behind all the time.

"Hawks-" You began, before you felt him tense sharply around you.

"Keigo," he corrected. His tone was far from the usual flirtaous honey, instead it was like sandpaper.

"...Keigo," you repeated after him, trying to keep calm given your situation despite the position you found yourself in. "I need to go home and look after myself. I'm sick," you reminded him gently, aware that he wasn't thinking clearly.

Much to your surprise, the pro let go of you with a smile that almost seemed patronising, and then he gently pushed you towards the bath before turning to leave you alone. "I know you're sick, chickadee. That's why I brought you in here. A long, hot soak will do you good while I phone food in."

True to his word, you were left on your own. And between the flight over, the cold and the prospect of needing to look for a new job once this had calmed down, then you decided that taking advantage of Keigo's money would help. The bath was full of hot water and bubbles from his stupidly expensive products, as you stripped and lowered yourself into the large tub, which was built to accommodate his wings. You could lower yourself properly into the water and let it soak into your tired muscles as you closed your eyes and rested your head against the edge of his tub.

A knock to the door pulled you out of your doze in the steamy room, along with a call that food had arrived. It also brought you to the realisation that you didn't have anything clean to wear, before you spotted that Hawks had left a neatly folded pile of clothes to wear just inside the door, and had removed the clothes you were wearing earlier for good measure. It was all your boss' stuff, but you couldn't exactly go strutting around naked in his house while he was this close to rut as you dried off and dressed in it before heading out.

You were loathe to admit it, but the long soak in a hot bath had really helped you to feel better, as you padded across the living room. Then a long and low wolf whistle broke your illusion that Hawks was just a caring boss and wanted you to look after yourself. He kept his distance respectful, gesturing for you to take a seat on his ridiculously expensive sofa, and the TV was playing some anime as you sank into the plush seating. You watched your boss with narrowed eyes, as he headed over from the kitchen space while carrying a bucket of fried chicken, your favourite lunch order from the ramen shop around the corner and a few drink options for you both. The glint in Hawks' eyes was nowhere to be found, which let your defence down. Maybe it had been all his rut talking, and he'd managed to settle again and was just making sure that you would be okay before he went off-grid for a few weeks. You weren't paying much attention to what was happening around you as you tucked into the food, finding yourself famished after accidentally skipping lunch, and drank the tea that Hawks had kindly made for you.

"... Need to keep my mate happy," he had been chirping away happily next to you, before the phrase made you zone back in on the conversation.

"Mate?" You repeatedly back, a small part of your brain already starting to panic and telling you to get out of the apartment regardless of your state of dress. Your back straightened, and you suddenly felt keenly aware of the lack of distance between you and Hawks. He also seemed to sense the change in your attitude, as that glimmer was back in his eyes and more dangerous than ever.

"Yes, mate," he repeated, putting the remnants of your food on the coffee table in front of the sofa and then leaning over so that his body framed yours. He was able to catch your chin between his thumb and forefinger before you could slip away, and forced you to look at him. His smile didn't reach his eyes, and the scene was leaving you feeling exposed for letting yourself be put in this situation.

"I'm not your mate," you were panicking, as your brain started to kick into fight-or-flight mode and trying to slowly pull yourself out from the cage that Hawks had made using his wings and arms over you.

"You smell like me; you're wearing my clothes; you've never refused any of my advances over the past few months," he listed, and crawled forward to keep you pinned down against the sofa.

"What advances?!" Your calm exterior was shattered, before Hawks pinned your wrists down above your head, keeping you from escaping him as he tilted his head to watch you with curiosity, and to leave you at his mercy.

"I proved that I could take care of you and our chicks," he started, his eyes roaming over you and drinking your prone form in greedily. You started to realise that the high salary wasn't just because Hawks was a nice guy and had you working long hours, and those lunches 'on the agency' weren't his way of apologising for yet another meal time spent working through his paperwork. "You kept all those pretty rocks I got you," he cooed, referring to the glass bowl you had full of gemstones and pebbles, which had started because you didn't want to offend Hawks by not keeping them. "You always said 'thank you' to me for the flowers. You understand the hero lifestyle. You haven't been seeing anyone since you started working for me," he continued, as you began to realise that it had never had been about Hawks just being a nice boss or a nice guy, but his twisted way of courting you.

And you'd never rejected him or his presents.

"My job contract-" you croaked, before Hawks silenced you with a doting, soft kiss.

"You're over thinking things," he crooned, and started to nuzzle into your neck. You could feel your body starting to heat up, as you squeezed your thighs together in the face of being held in such a thought provoking position, and it had been so long since you had had the chance to spend time with your favourite vibrator. "Did you really think I hadn't noticed the way you'd look at me when I "forgot" my shirt? Or how upset you would get when I got injured or disappeared for longer than I should have? Those weren't the reactions of someone who's just an employee," the soft kisses being left against your neck were making your thoughts fuzzy as a groan slipped out unintentionally and you tilted your head upwards. "You'd always check in on me, especially when you realised that no one else had noticed my real mood," he continued, purposefully keeping his voice at a soft murmur. "And don't think I didn't notice the way you'd squeeze your thighs whenever I would do those swimwear shoots. Did you really think I needed my cute secretary there for any reason except to tease her?"

"I can't afford-" you tried again, your eyes firmly shut in a vain attempt to stop the influence of the hot pro who had you pinned under him on his sofa.

"I can." He spoke firmly, forcing you to open your eyes to look at him. "The Commission went through your background and connections. You're cleaner than most heroes. They're also concerned that our proximity is causing the ruts to last for longer because you're an attractive and fertile woman. So, I was tasked with ascertaining your interest," he smirked a little, and rocked his hips forward. You gasped sharply at the stroke against your clit, and blushed furiously as though you'd been caught with your hand in the cookie jar. "I've been told that my rut hormones make it much more intense for my partner, but you'll find it out for yourself," he continued to kiss down your neck, as you started to realise that he had picked these clothes out for you on purpose. The t-shirt was a deep v neck, and you were guessing that Hawks knew he could easily tear the fabric if it was starting to get offensive. You could feel your eyes starting to water, you had always promised yourself that you would never let yourself fall victim to some hero's flirtaous advances, before the kiss on your lips brought you back to the room as you thought you saw the first glimmer of Keigo instead of Hawks in his eyes. He lifted one hand from pinning your wrists down, and lovingly stroked your cheek. "I'm not going to need anyone but you from now on," it felt like a promise, gently tilting your head up to leave your lips ripe for his picking as you whimpered softly. "Just you and me," honied words on the lips of a master as you felt your resolve crumble.

"Be gentle with me," you begged.

He wasted no time. He scooped you up in his arms, holding you flush to him and threatening to suffocate you with his smell as he carried you through to his bedroom. If you had been asked beforehand, you would have assumed that he would have a large, yet unmade bed and a huge walk-in wardrobe to accommodate all his fashion. Instead, you could only describe it as a futon with a nest of blankets and bedding in the middle of it. You only caught sight of a couple more doors before you were lowered gently to the centre of the nest, and then Keigo descended on you. His kisses were needy, demanding your affection as you began to chase him. You could feel everything starting to dampen on you, and rubbed your thighs together. His fingers slid against your stomach, before he was pulling the t-shirt off you, and starting to explore your newly exposed skin in awe.

You gasped as his fingers tugged on a nipple, before your chest arched out to fill his palm. His chuckle washed over you, and he nibbled up your neck as you could feel him watching his hand, admiring your reactions as he continued to massage and tease your breast, before weighing it in his hand. You didn't hear what he said, before his attention was turned to your neglected breast, and he decided to start kissing his way down to it.

"I want to spend plenty of time with you," he spoke up, before a hand slid down your stomach, to where the offensive shorts were sitting on your hips. He knew that you weren't wearing any underwear, he hadn't given you any, and you could feel the damp material sticking to your thighs. Was it always this warm in here? You could feel sweat starting to form on your skin and roll down as you rolled your hips up to meet his, and to make a point. He came off your now wet breast with a 'pop' and a chuckle, and looked up at your face as he slid his hand under the elasticated waistband. His finger tips walked down your lower stomach, and to the top of your thigh, before he brushed over and down. You groaned in relief as he teased you with the briefest of touches along your slit, and then rocked up to make your point.

"Mhm, I'm getting to it," he murmured hotly down your ear before taking your earlobe into his mouth and nibbling on it. He took a moment before sliding a single, long finger into your pussy and groaning loudly. You were soaked, and trying to stimulate yourself on his finger. Keigo hadn't wanted this to be about him, he wanted to make you feel good, but when you did these things, then it was getting impossible to think about anything except just sinking his cock into you and ruining sex with anyone else. Then you bucked your hips up again and squeezed on his finger.

A low and threatening Alpha growl slipped out, that made you freeze in place and it made Keigo's job of stripping you both much easier too. Feeling your skin against his was as soothing as it was invigorating, he would never admit it but he had often daydreamer of how this would feel, and his imagination couldn't hold a candle to how it felt to really have you underneath him. You willingly slid your arms around him, before meeting him halfway for a passionate kiss as your naked bodies slotted together. His cock ached and felt heavy, before he brushed against your inner thigh and all his former grace was nowhere to be found.

Keigo could feel himself getting lost to the rut, his mind clouded at the prize hanging in front of him and you were so pliant for him. Then your hand brushed over his cheek, tilting his head up so that your eyes could meet. Your expression was one of concern, worried that he was regretting his actions before he leaned in and kissed you slowly as he lifted your right thigh and then slowly entered into you. He smirked a little to feel you squeeze and convulsed around him, especially as he finally bottomed out, and you broke off the kiss for air with a gasp.

"Fuck," your swearing was too cute, especially the way that you rolled your hips and squeezed his shaft again. "Be careful."

"Mm, you feel really good around my cock, chickadee," he murmured, kissing down your neck and starting to suck on your exposed skin.

"You're bigger than the last guy," you groaned, before spotting the animalistic glint in his expression at that comment.

"Oh baby, I'm going to have you seeing stars," he promised with a purr. You swallowed nervously, your right leg still being pinned back towards your torso and leaving you almost entirely at his mercy, before his right arm slid underneath your back and forcing you to arch. Which was pushing him deeper without either of you trying.

His pace was merciless. His hips thundered into yours, your thigh finally freed up as his left arm slid between you and toyed with your clit. You had to cling to him with your thighs before Keigo started to toss you around and sat up on his haunches, and seated you on his lap after you'd cum for the first time. His wings were curled around you both, giving you a privacy curtain as he bounced you furiously along his shaft, groaning as you tightened around him and then your nails started to dig into the top of his back. You had tried to plant your feet to give yourself purchase to bounce against his pace, but that was Keigo's job as he decided to lower your back to his nest again. He kept your legs wrapped around his hips, and smirked down at you as you screamed out on your third orgasm, before he couldn't hold it off any more and painted the inside of your cunt with his cum. He dug his fingers into your hips, rolling himself deeper as his knot popped, and stretched you out for a surprise.

You were both panting, lying down in the nest and sheens of sweat coating you both as you started to realise that something felt different. Keigo chuckled softly, nuzzling into your neck and soaking up your scent and keeping you close to him.

"I need to clean up," you grumbled softly, which was adorable to the hero before he kissed your forehead.

"You can't. Give me ten minutes," he replied, and rested his head against yours. Though true to form, you tried to move anyway. "Chickadee, that's a knot. It's a plug designed to keep my cum in. It'll go down in ten minutes and then you can go and clean up," he grunted, and flooded the room full of his smell as any animal would to placate their mate. "Then again, in ten minutes I could be fucking you senseless, but the point is, while my knot is inflated, then you and I aren't going anywhere alone."

You grumbled, but stopped trying, which made things much more comfortable again for Keigo. He resumed nibbling and sucking on your neck, finding having you with him a soother for his rut as he was able to think clearly at this stage. Not that it would last.

It was two weeks before either of you could leave the nest without Keigo panicking that his mate was abandoning him and then fucking you senseless while you were in the bath or over the sink. And you didn't dare bring up birth control after seeing his fiercely feral side about you leaving the nest during the first day of his rut. You knew that pregnancy was a real possibility given how much you were saturated in his cum, but you decided to remain hopeful that would get lucky. The Commission had adjusted your job description, and your contract to reflect that Keigo and you were 'compatible' as they described it. Though in reality, your office had shifted from the agency building to the penthouse, and you'd moved in as well. It was all arranged by Keigo, who was hugely apologetic about how events had transpired the day his rut started, and he footed the bill before he took you out on the promised dates. It was all in the wrong order, but then again, the test in your hand was also telling you that things were being done in reverse as you began to wonder if he knew on a more animalistic level.

Keigo beamed as he landed on the balcony, and spotted you on the sofa, the laptop open in front of you and you were on the phone yet again to the Commission. Though the gestures you were making through the windows before you hung up on the phone only stood to make the winged hero giggle, and then he entered through the door.

"I missed you," he crooned, bouncing over and wrapping his arms around you, pausing only to kick his shoes off and shake his jacket free. He loved to feel you against his skin, it was a reminder that you were real, before he paused and caught sight of your face, and his smile was gone. "Chickadee?"

You couldn't find the words, instead you dug the test out that had fallen between the sofa cushions. You swallowed nervously, you know a lot had been said during the rut about children, but that was the rut. You had come to learn that a rutting Keigo, a normal Keigo and Hawks were all three separate personas, and normal Keigo had made no mention of kids. You knew that Hawks had said in his interviews about wanting them, but you knew that he was schooled to say that. He beamed brightly, threatening to blind you and kissed all over your face, chirping about how lucky he was to have such a great mate and how good of a mother you would be. You could feel the hidden tension dissapate, leaning into him as you started to cry. You had already decided that you wanted to keep the baby, with or without Keigo, but he was already talking to the non-existent bump excitedly, and beaming up at you.

"Your mama is so gorgeous, and I know you're going to be so beautiful when you get here baby bird, but you're going to be nice to your mama and cause as few problems as possible. Daddy has a lot of work to do," he grinned, cuddling you around the waist. "But he's going to make sure that you and mama are safe, because that's daddy's job. And I'll have to tell you all about what I do for work when I come home." He babbled, as you stroked your fingers through his fluffy hair. "Though, daddy will need to make an honest woman of your mama first," he winked up at you and laughed as you flushed bright red, before swotting him on the back.

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Prompt for you (feel free to adjust this if you like)! Based on Princess Diana’s interview in 1995:

Marinette was interviewed by Lois Lane on live television about her past relationship with her former friends, bullying and harassment as well as abuse from her classmates. With Chloe, Marc, Nathaniel, Sabrina, Kagami and Luka as her only friends. Her mental health struggles including Marinette’s suicidal thoughts because Lila lied and falsely claimed about her, the toxic environment at her school and the reasons for her, Chloe, Marc, Nathaniel, and Sabrina to transfer to another school.

After the interview, it became number 1 trendy on Twitter and a national topic around the world. Bustier and Damocles were immediately fired from their jobs and had their license taken away, the class became pariahs from their peers in school and was excluded from any school activities and events. Their parents lost their jobs because of their kids' actions and nobody wants a bully parents to work for them. Lila and Alya were also sued by multiple celebrities for libel and defamation. Adrien was then stripped from his miraculous ring by Ladybug and his father sent him away to a very strict and harsh boarding school that his cousin Felix attended in London.

Hello! Thank you for the request!! I hope you like it, I tried to stay true to your original prompt, thank you again!!

TW: Swearing, Mentions of Past Abuse, Mentions of Violence, Bullying, Mentions of suicide, heavy angst

If you or someone you might know are struggling, please, please, PLEASE know that there are resources and people willing to help. It doesn't matter who you are, YOU ARE deserving of love and support!

There is a second message for this that was part two of the original request but I have no idea how to link the two.

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Marinette knew this was coming. She knew the second she decided to wear that dress to Fashion Week. She could feel everyone's eyes on the scars that ran up and down her body. She was covered in them, and almost all of them were inflicted by people she once considered friends. "This is a step towards healing," she remembered her therapist saying. "We may not like the past, but the more we try to run from it the faster it chases us," she remembered Luka humming as she ran her idea through him. "Your scars are not a sign of weakness," Kagami told her as they sparred, "A lion who has won many battles has many scars, and no one doubts its strength. Your scars are the mark of your strength." She took a deep breath and continued to walk forward. She could hear the paparazzi's cameras clicking as they took her picture. She would surely end up on the news, but Marinette decided, to let them talk. Let them talk about her scars and wonder where they came from, let them talk about who could have inflicted them on the designer. Let them talk until they finally decided to approach Marinette and ask. Despite her nerves telling her to curl up in a ball and hide, she kept her head high and walked down the red carpet like a queen walking to her throne. As soon as she was inside her phone buzzed, a message from Lois Lane. "Hi, honey. I saw the live feed from Fashion Week, are you going to be okay?" Marinette smiled as she read the message, Lois may be a reporter with a supernatural ability to detect a good story, but she was a mother first and was going to make sure her son's friend was alright. "I'll be okay. It was very scary because I knew everyone was staring," Marinette replied, she watched those little dots appear, and then Lois responded, "Do you want to talk about it? Off the record of course." It gave her a warm feeling to know that one of the greatest journalists was willing to let such a big story go to prioritize her comfort. She thought about it and replied, "Yeah, I would like to talk about it, but I'd like to talk about it on the record. Do you have some time in your schedule?" Lois's reply was almost instant, "Everything else can wait." Marinette typed out, "Perfect. I'll be in Metropolis in a week."

The first thing Marinette saw when she got off the plane was her friend Jon, followed by the airport's ceiling as she was quickly tackled into a hug. The two friends made small talk as she got her luggage and Jon decided to get her lunch. As they ate their conversation eventually turned to the reason for her trip. "Mari if you're uncomfortable at any time just say the word and mom will stop the interview. She's not like that one lady in Paris, she's not gonna push you into sharing anything you're uncomfortable with." Marinette sighed and picked at her food, "I know. That's why I want it to be Lois. She's the only one I can trust to let me tell my truth and not try to put some narrative on it or dig into more... private things," Jon nodded. His mother immediately figured out that Marinette was a hero. He remembered having to help his mom calm down the panicking girl and promising that if anyone could keep a secret identity a secret, it was Superman's wife. "If you don't mind, what made you decide to finally talk about all this?" Marinette's face contorted as she felt rage boiling in her stomach, "Damocles and Bustier still have their jobs," Jon gasped and Marinette continued, "It never would have gotten as bad if it did if they'd stepped in, but they refused! They refused to help me, and I bet they'll refuse to help others. I can't stand by and do nothing! I have proof of everything that was done to me, physical proof not just my word. I need to make sure they can't hurt anyone else," It felt so good to let out her anger without the fear of being akumatized for it. Taking a minute to calm down, Marinette continued, "I've also decided I'll be immigrating to Gotham. As much as I love my parents, I need to get out of Paris. So, this is also kind of one big last 'Fuck you' to the people who hurt me," Jon laughed, happy to see Marinette was still as feisty as ever. "Now what can I say to convince you to ditch Gotham and stay in Metropolis?" Marinette laughed, "Get my fiancé to move here, and then you've got a deal."

Lois really knew how to wrap the media around her finger and make a subconscious narrative, Marinette thought as she sat down on the porch of the Kent Family Farm. Mama and Papa Kent were more than happy to let Lois use it as a set for the interview, and when she asked Lois why the woman explained, "When people talk about something tough, or in our case hear you talk about something tough, they prefer to be in a safe environment. The farm has a very calming atmosphere, there's gentle background noise, and it's warm enough that we can be outside. Plus, it helps make you more sympathetic than an expensive set or a pricey hotel would. Most importantly, if it gets too overwhelming there are plenty of cute animals here to take your mind off things!" Marinette was a little concerned with just how well Lois understood how to paint a narrative but decided to roll with it. The two were in casual clothing as well, instead of the professional attire they were used to. Eventually, they were a couple minutes out from the camera feed going live, so Lois decided to give Marinette a rundown on how the process would work. "Ok honey, here's what's going to happen. I'll start off with an introduction explaining who you are and why we're here, and I'll ask you some basic small talk questions. After that, I'll ask about the scars, and it's your choice how much detail you wanna give. I'll base the rest of my questions off of what you tell me, so it will be like you and I just having a normal conversation. If at any time you need to stop, let me know and we'll cut the feed immediately. We've got a statement ready and everything, hell if you need me to I'll send the Super Boy Scouts to fetch Damian. Speaking of which you owe me an interview explaining how the hell you managed to charm that demon!" The two women laughed as they were told to take their places. The camera's light turned on, letting both women know they were now being broadcasted live to the entire world.

"Hello everyone! Thank you for joining us at such short notice. I'm Lois Lane and this gorgeous woman next to me is the marvelous designer Marinette Dupain-Cheng!" Marinette waved at the camera, trying to ignore the nerves in the pit of her stomach. "Mari started designing at only eight years old, and by the time she was fourteen, she had already started her own company and won multiple design competitions. She's one of those rare people with a special kind of spark. We first met when she attended a business conference that my son and his friend, her fiancé, by the way, happened to be at. I love this girl like a daughter, so Damian Wayne if you're listening, I'll kill you if you hurt her." Marinette laughed, she could practically hear the sound coming from Damian, a mix of indignation and shock that such a thing would ever be suggested. "I really could spend the whole interview just gushing about you Marinette, but then we'd have wasted your time and two plane tickets. As you know dear, the media has been speculating about you particularly intensely since Fashion Week. I'm not going to pull my punches, Mari," Lois said, the tone shifting to a more serious one as the older woman reached over to gently hold her hands, "What happened? Where did those scars come from?" Marinette took a deep breath; it was now or never. "For starters, they did NOT come from Chloe. Ever since she apologized and we worked on becoming friends, she has always been open and honest about how she bullied me in school. That stopped when I was fourteen and even at her worst she never physically hurt me. She's never denied what she did when we were young, and I want to make sure the message is clear." Lois nodded. The businesswoman had always been honest about how bitchy she was as a child, and as a result, created multiple organizations to deal with bullying. "I also want to be clear that these did NOT come from my parents. My Papa wouldn't hurt a fly and my Maman would only ever hurt someone who hurts her family." 'Smart move,' Lois thought. If she didn't clear it up, tabloids would certainly spread rumors that she was abused by her parents, and they didn't want that for Tom and Sabine.

"If I may, who did they come from? Or is it a bit more complicated than that?" "It's a bit more complicated. It was kind of like the perfect storm. I didn't realize it at the time, but my old school was a very toxic environment. My teacher was more concerned about preaching unconditional forgiveness and pushing problems under the rug. For example, I had paint poured on me right before our class photo, and instead of punishing the people who did it, she made me THANK them for "adding their creative touch" because I had designed my dress and obviously this was just them wanting to help." A screen behind them was showing the incident in question. Marinette managed to get the surveillance footage and audio of many examples of her bullying. Many of her tormentors had gone on to be successful, and if she didn't have proof she could be sued for defamation. "Chloe can back me up on this, but the principal wasn't much better. If you had money or power, he was at your beck and call. As a baker's daughter, I didn't have the resources a fashion heir, Mayor's daughter, and Diplomat's daughter did. So even in situations like the paint one, I was always in the wrong because if their children were in trouble, it would upset the money." Lois nodded, "It sounds like a lot of what happened to you was ignored. What about the school board?" "I tried to contact them, but they either never got my messages or ignored them. Either way, I had no adults I could trust, and anything I tried to make it stop only ended up backfiring." Marinette honestly had no idea why the school board never intervened. She called, emailed, and wrote letters, hell she was about to resort to telegraph.

"So, was it one person who bullied you, or was it, multiple people?" Lois asked. Her heart hurt for the young girl across from her. "It was everyone in my class except Chloe, Sabrina, and Nathaniel, my other friends, Kagami, Luka, and Marc weren't in my class. One girl led everything. Lila Rossi transferred to our class right before summer when I was thirteen. She was a liar, she claimed to know all these celebrities, go to all these countries, and do all these charities. Most of my class believed her right away, but I was always suspicious of her because I actually knew some of the people she lied about. I tried to call her out on it, and while a couple of my classmates like Nathaniel put the pieces together and realized she was full of bullshit, one classmate, Adrien Agreste, basically told me to shut up and take it. 'Take the high road,' he kept telling me even as he helped them shove me into lockers, shred my sketchbooks, and steal my stuff. He never physically hurt me, but he would cover for the others when they would. They would shove me down the stairs and I'd break an arm, and he would tell them that 'Typical clumsy Marinette tripped and feel.' They would cut me, cut my hair, and slice me with scissors," Marinette gestured to the many scars on her arm, "And he would tell any teachers that I was just not paying attention. They'd burn me with chemicals in the lab, and he would say I was goofing off. Thankfully Mrs. Mendeleev never believed that, and she had me come to her every time something happened so she could document it. It was all she could do with the principal being less than competent, and thanks to her I actually have a timeline of what happened and when," Marinette turned to face the camera, she had started crying a while ago but was still able to speak clearly, "Love ya, Mrs. M!"

"If you feel comfortable talking about it, how did their abuse, and let's be honest it was more like torture, affect you?" Marinette sighed and rubbed her wrists as she could feel herself sinking back into that feeling of dread she had dealt with each day. "I won't lie, it got to me, it really did. I struggled to sleep and was so scared to go to school that I'd get physically sick in the mornings. I completely shut myself off from the world for a while, it felt like I was on autopilot and just... doing what I had to do to survive." She took a couple of deep breaths and continued, "It didn't take long for me to believe what they were saying about me. My mental health was already screwed up thanks to Bustier, I had a martyr complex the size of Jupiter. I was taught to always be the peacemaker, always do things for others, and always take every burden. I would get in trouble if I asked for help or tried to decline to do something. I would get yelled at for asking to be paid back the thousands of dollars of costs I was taking on trying to please everyone else. So, when Lila, my classmates, and even Adrien began telling me that I was worthless, that they would be happier if I was gone, and that nobody would miss me if I died..." Marinette choked back a sob, but still tried to continue, "I spent many nights contemplating if I should take their advice and end it. I never did, primarily because I didn't want the people I loved to have to deal with the aftermath. Then, and to this day I don't know how she did it, but Lila got me blacklisted from Gabriel. She claimed to anyone who'd listen that I was an awful bully, I stole my designs, and that I only liked Adrien because I was a gold-digging whore. I had a crush on him at one time, but after what he did to me... He's dead to me. They all are. Anyways, it felt like my whole world shattered. I cried for days and stopped eating. Even though I've gotten better, I still struggle with my self-esteem. They told me I would never amount to anything, and I still struggle with trying not to believe them."

"How long were you in this awful situation?" Lois asked. She seriously considered signaling to the person controlling the TV that was set up behind them to cut the feed. Some of the injuries Marinette and Mrs. Mendeleev had taken photos of were truly awful, and the security camera feeds were tough to watch. But the world needed to know what had happened and needed to know that it wasn't okay. "I put up with it for two years, until I just... snapped. I couldn't take it anymore and broke down to my parents. I begged them not to send me there, I didn't care where they sent me to school, as long as it wasn't Dupont. I had kept so much from them because I was so scared they wouldn't believe me, that they'd be disappointed, that they'd tell me it was my fault," Marinette dabbed at her tears. Lois had told her to wear waterproof mascara and she was very grateful for it, "I never should have doubted them, Maman and Papa believed me, and had me switched to Luka and Kagami's school within the week. Marc, Chloe, Sabrina, and Nathaniel joined me shortly afterward. They told me that without the class punching bag infighting began, Lila apparently began a witch hunt of sorts. She began accusing anyone who even looked at her funny of bullying. They left before it could get much worse. It was a bit tough to adjust to my new school, I had my friends there, but I was still pretty quiet and kept to myself. My new classmates were so kind and patient with me, I think they understood that something really bad had happened to me. They never pushed me to tell them what happened, and while there were a couple of meaner students it was NOTHING compared to my old school. Because of them, and because I was in a healthier environment I was able to bounce back!"

Lois couldn't help the rush of pride she felt looking at the young woman. She remembered when she first met Marinette, who seemed rather shy and overwhelmed at that conference. She had offhandedly mentioned having to go get a dress for a press event and watching as a roaring fire was lit within Marinette's eyes. The girl had explained she was an aspiring fashion designer, and seemingly out of thin air she pulled out a sketchbook and pencil and began working. Lois swore the pencil was smoking with how fast the designer was working. She had been handed a sketch (and list of colors and materials) of the most beautiful dress she had seen. At said event, she was dubbed the best dressed and was quick to tell everyone she met about the talented teenager that had designed it. "One last question Mari, it's been a long day and I think you need TLC more than anyone right now. If you could face your tormenters today, what would you say to them?" Marinette took a deep breath and thought for a moment. "Well, I would like to say a few different things to a few people. To Lila, I want to say: I hope you're happy. You got everything you wanted and yet I'm still standing. I won't ask you why because I know why you did it: You could, plain and simple. To my classmates: I feel so sorry for you all, that you were so easily manipulated, that you were so quick to resort to violence on word of mouth alone. I feel sorry because you all were also victims of Mrs. Bustier, but in a different way than I was. You all were taught to expect someone to always carry the brunt of the load, and your bad behavior was encouraged. To Adrien: I know you're going to try and reach out to me and tell me to release a statement saying I made it up for attention. I can practically hear Nathalie typing it out now. I will not stand down, go ahead, and try to sue me, I have the evidence on my side. You were the only one who reached out to me after I changed schools, only to tell me to come back and that the problems the class had after I left were my fault. Leave me alone Adrien. I don't need you in my life and I don't want you in it. Stay the hell away from me." After she said this, a notification from Twitter pinged on everyone's phone. The tweet was from Damian Wayne and was quickly displayed on the screen behind the two women, 'On behalf of my Fiancée, legal action is being taken against her former tormenters, the people, and institutions that allowed this to happen and go on as long as it did. Don't bother harassing Marinette, this is completely out of her hands. If anyone decides to ignore her warnings or mine, a restraining order will be filed.'

The interview set off quite the explosion on the internet. May students of Dupont came out and confirmed Marinette's claims. It was trending for weeks and sparked international conversations about bullying. What shocked everyone was the severity of what Marinette endured, and it posed the question, "If she went through all that, who else could be going through similar things?" Suddenly the schoolboard had finally heard about what had happened to Marinette, and quickly fired Damocles and Bustier, primarily due to the public outrage that the two had flown under the radar. Investigations into their conduct revealed that Dupont did not just have a high akumatization rate, it also had a high suicide rate. Mrs. Mendeleev was revealed to have stayed primarily to try and help students escape such a bad environment and received a lot of praise. The school board finally released its statement, "We were greatly disturbed to hear of the abuse Mrs. Dupain-Cheng suffered at Collège Françoise Dupont and that educators under our employ did nothing to aid her. We were alarmed to hear that Mrs. Dupain-Cheng and her family tried to report her abuse and were unable to reach us. We are currently investigating this along with the many failures that led to Mrs. Dupain-Cheng's suffering. The two educators who were most responsible were let go and will no longer be in teaching positions. We sincerely apologize to Mrs. Dupain-Cheng and any others who have suffered due to oversights by the school board." The statement did not have the effect the school board had hoped for. The public largely found it unacceptable, and while they were happy Bustier and Damocles could no longer cause any damage, they were still infuriated and disturbed by the sheer ignorance (willful or not) of everything that went on within Dupont. An unexpected side effect of Marinette's interview was the scrutiny the parents of her bullies faced. People questioned how they could be so unaware of just what their children were doing and becoming, especially with Marinette making them so many things that obviously required time and money to make. Alya’s parents were criticized more harshly than the rest, primarily due to how many videos of the class's abuse were posted to the Ladyblog. The main question on everyone's mind was, 'How did this not get noticed sooner?'

Marinette's former classmates felt like their lives were imploding. They were served by the Wayne Lawyers, and it was made very clear to them that Damian Wayne was spearheading the fight against them, not Marinette. Adrien talked to his family lawyers about how they could get the suits dropped, and they told him, "Hell will freeze over before a Wayne backs down." Lila and Alya were hit with additional lawsuits from various others as well. Alya had posted Lila's many false claims about various celebrities on the Ladyblog, and their reputations had taken a hit. People began to wonder why so many famous people associated with Lila when all of her actions were revealed, and many PR teams had to work overtime to reassure the public that they had never met the girl in question. An investigation revealed that Lila had charged many of the class's shopping trips and expensive dinners to various celebrities' accounts, so she was also facing criminal charges as well. She had been effectively excommunicated from the class. After her lies came out and their actions were revealed they quickly cut contact. They were at a loss, their excuse for why they teased (They still refused to see it as anything more severe than light teasing) Marinette was because she was bullying Lila. Now that that was proven to be false, they searched for any reason to justify their actions. They can't really say that they were completely oblivious to Lila's lies, Marinette had tried to tell them multiple times and they had brushed her off thinking she was jealous that another girl was close to Adrien. Speaking of the blond, he had arranged a meeting at the Agreste Manor, and he looked like he hadn't slept since the interview. He wished he still had the Cat Miraculous, so he could escape this nightmare. He didn't want to admit it but the evidence of what he did and helped cover up was pretty damning, and it made the last words Ladybug had said to him the night she took his Miraculous all those years ago make sense, "Your actions as a civilian and in costume have proven that you are too irresponsible and immature to wield a Miraculous." He froze, Ladybug knew what he did. Ladybug, the love of his life, knew he helped make Marinette's life hell. His classmates looked at him as he was stuck in his mental turmoil, and they realized this was probably the first seriously negative press the Agreste Heir had ever gotten.

His image as Paris's Sunshine, a perfect gentleman who could do no wrong was ruined. All of their careers were, but they still held on to hope that they could save it. They didn't want to apologize, they didn't think they should have to, they were deceived by Lila after all. Adrien had hired a PR team to figure out what they should do, he had also asked privately what he should do. They had suggested a public apology and then disappearing from the public eye for a while. Thankfully his aunt and cousin agreed to let him stay with them, although he knew that Felix was never gonna let him live this down. His cousin called the second the interview finished and ripped into him. It had been incredibly hard for him to watch, and his classmates said the same. Seeing all those scars on Marinette, watching her breakdown, seeing the injuries he had helped cause, and watching the security footage of what they did... He had run to the bathroom and thrown up. Were they really that bad? Come to think of it, he remembered Marinette switching to long sleeves after they pushed her down the stairs and broke her... He was going to be sick again. His father was managing his own crisis, with his blacklisting of Marinette without solid evidence being put on blast. People were boycotting Gabriel, and it seemed like everything he did to try and fix the situation made it worse. He was brought back to the present by the cough of the man from the PR company. "Alright, now that I have everyone's attention, this is by far one of the most difficult cases I've seen in my career," Alya cut in, "We weren't that bad! Besides, it was so long ago, and I'd hardly call what we did bullying-" "Mrs. Césaire what you all did to Mrs. Dupain-Cheng is considered torture! Thank your lucky stars the statute of limitations is up, and you were children at the time, people have gone to prison for a long time for doing much less than what you all did!" To emphasize his point, he began playing the parts of the interview that showed the extent of Marinette's injuries. No one could bring themselves to look at the screen, a couple started to cry, and Adrien felt bile rise in his throat. The PR expert continued, "This goes far beyond simple bullying, you all are lucky Mrs. Dupain-Cheng did not make an attempt on her life. You are especially lucky that she said you were victims of Mrs. Bustier's utterly abysmal failings as an educator. But-" He cut Alya off before she could start,"-That does not mean you're completely Scott-free. You all still made the conscious choice to do what you did to Mrs. Dupain-Cheng, and that cannot be excused by being misled or having an enabler for a teacher. The best you can do is apologize and admit what you have done was wrong. You'll have to pray that Mrs. Dupain-Cheng decides to throw you a bone, and you WILL NOT contact her to try and force her to forgive you. That is absolutely the worst thing you can do because it will come off as if you haven't changed at all. The best thing you can do is apologize, admit you were in the wrong, and leave. Her. Alone. I will arrange an interview of our own so you can publicly apologize, a script will be written, and you'd better not deviate from it."

Nadja Chamack was the only journalist willing to interview them. It was decided that they would use the same format Marinette did and that Adrien would do most of the talking. After a brief introduction, their apology interview began. "What brings you all here today, especially after the shocking revelations that have come out," Nadja asked. She hated that she had to stick to a script, if she had it her way she would be asking the REAL questions, 'Why do you think Marinette is speaking about this now? Do you think she has something to gain? Isn't it a little fishy that she has the Wayne legal team suing you all and not her own? Do you think she's hiding something, or is she trying to get revenge?' Her producers stressed that she had to stick to the script because they would not hesitate to fire her if she began making such allegations. Adrien spoke, trying to keep himself composed, "We're here because we saw Marinette's interview, we saw how our actions hurt her, and we wanted to publicly apologize to her. We know what we did was wrong, and we were assholes. We wanted to explain our side, we know it won't fix anything or make things right, but we owe Marinette an explanation." He was doing exactly what his PR team told him to do, sounding sincere and referring to Marinette by her first name to establish a connection. Nadja nodded for him to continue, so he did, "When Lila came to school and began telling us about all the things she did and people she knew, it wasn't that hard to believe. I'm a model, Alya ran the Ladyblog, Rose knew Prince Ali, and Marinette had all these amazing connections. We weren't surprised that a diplomat's daughter knew all these people, and it wasn't exactly out of the norm for a class like ours. Somehow Marinette found out she was lying, and we refused to believe her." It was Alya's turn to speak, and the importance of staying on the script was highlighted to her, "Marinette had a massive crush on Adrien at the time, and she had gotten jealous of other girls before, so we figured this was just another one of those episodes. We also wanted to believe the best in Lila and give her the benefit of the doubt, it was what Mrs. Bustier had taught us."

Nadja couldn't help herself, she had to ask, "Adrien, when did you find out about Marinette's crush on you? How did you feel about it?" "I found out a few weeks before she transferred, and at the time I was shocked. It explained so much, about why she was so shy around me, why she was willing to listen to my awful advice. I was fully wrapped up in Lila's web then, and couldn't see past my massive crush on Ladybug so I tried to convince myself that she was a bully, and her crush was weird, but now? Now I wish I hadn't been such a coward. I wish I had seen that such an amazing girl was in front of me, if I could go back and do it differently I would. I would have stood up for her, I would have had her back for real. My biggest regret is that I didn't help her when she needed me and that I didn't reach out sooner to apologize and fix things. I lost the most amazing woman to Damian Wayne, and I’ll always regret that.” A small part of him hoped that Marinette still held a small flame for him and that he’d have a chance. He did some thinking and realized that Marinette was likely (he wasn’t 100% sure) Ladybug. If he could win her back, then he had a chance to convince his Lady to return his Miraculous, and that they were meant to be. Ladybug had no reason to be active, she defeated Hawkmoth and Mayura by herself, and had gone around the world gathering the remaining Miraculous. Part of his theory that the two were one and the same was that Marinette’s Fiancé and his family are in Gotham and are most likely providing funding for the Bat Family, and a new hero called Lady Miracle had been spotted patrolling with them, and she was reported to have multiple powers. These powers lined up with the Miraculous and her costume changed as she used them, so the two women were either one and the same or working together. Had Adrien developed these logical deduction skills earlier he would have recalled Marinette’s declaration that he was dead to her. Both the producer and PR rep were signaling to get back on the script or else their interview would be cut short. Nadja went on to the next question, “Okay, I can understand falling for someone whose life sounded similar to yours, but what I can’t understand is why you decided to pick on Marinette?”

Adrien took a deep breath, “Well Nadja, just like Marinette said in her interview with Mrs. Lane, it was a really complicated situation. What we believe now is that Marinette never bullied Lila, we know it was the other way around,” Rose cut in, going off script, “Mari didn’t have a mean bone in her body!” She sobbed into her hands, “I don’t know why we believed that, that witch over her.” “She told us what we wanted to hear,” Max sighed, “Lila promised us that she could introduce us to her important friends who could advance our careers and whether we consciously realized it or not we were willing to do almost anything to stay in her good graces.” Adrien shot them a look and continued, “My theory is that Lila gave Marinette an ultimatum, play along or she’d make Mari’s life hell. Not long after Lila began modeling for my father’s company, she began claiming Marinette was doing various things like stealing answer sheets, stealing from her, and pushing her down the stairs. Marinette was expelled without an investigation, and because we were kids, we trusted that the adults in charge were following procedures. She was reinstated, and Lila began claiming Marinette was tormenting her again. Like Max said, we were worried that if Lila didn’t believe we supported her then she would refuse to help us, but it mostly comes down to the fact that Lila lied well, and we were scared. She would claim Marinette beat her up after school and would come into school the next day with bruises. We suspect now that she was using makeup. Lila never outright said to hurt Marinette, but she was great at implying it. She said that she wished Marinette knew what the hurt she caused felt like and that If it happened to Marinette, she might quit being a bully. I think it was a case of falling into groupthink and fear. Everyone else around us seemed to believe Lila so fully, and anyone who didn’t was outcasted and treated terribly. We were afraid to challenge her, afraid to challenge the group, and we genuinely didn’t realize just how far we had escalated. I swear we never intended to hurt Marinette so badly, we sort of mindlessly followed along with what Lila suggested. When she and a couple of our other classmates transferred, Lila’s control snapped, and it was like waking up from a bad dream. She began to see her control slipping and began accusing others of doing the same things she accused Marinette of doing. It got to the point where she accused all of us of bullying her, and we realized she was full of shit. We realized what kind of person she was, and what we had become and decided to go our separate ways.” Nadja frowned. They had literally been spotted hanging out with Lila the week before Marinette was at Fashion Week and this whole thing began. If they had known Lila was a lying sociopath back in school, why the hell were they still hanging out with her? What about Marinette’s evidence? She had phone calls from Adrien demanding she returns to fix Lila’s mess, and evidence that he had known the whole time that Lila was lying. She may not be at Lois Lane’s level of reporting, but she could smell bullshit when it was in front of her, and judging by the look on her producer’s face, he’d caught on as well. Their PR agent nodded along, which told her that this was the narrative they created. They weren’t telling the truth, at least not the full truth, they were trying to slip out of trouble like they always did. Nadja remembered Marinette’s drastic change when she came to babysit Manon and listening to what these young adults were trying to spin confirmed that her earlier questions about Marinette’s interview were unfounded. Then she saw it: The signal from her producer, she could go off the script!

“Now Adrien,” She started in a tone she usually saved for when Manon was being challenging, “I’m not sure we were watching the same interview. I clearly remember some evidence Marinette presented showing that you all had fun tormenting her. I also remember that she had recordings of you demanding she comes back and fixes Lila’s mess. You called her a punching bag and said that the class needed its punching bag back otherwise they would begin ‘taking things out on each other.’ That’s not exactly what you’re telling me here. You all were spotting spending time with Lila before fashion week, and you seemed to be thick as thieves with her. So let me ask you this: Why are you lying to me?”

Adrien looked like a deer caught in the headlights, and so did his PR agent. They hadn’t expected Nadja to question their story, “I… We might have remembered some events differently. Most importantly, we want Marinette to know how sorry we are for everything that happened and what we did. We know that what Mrs. Bustier taught us is wrong, we are not owed her forgiveness, but we hope that she can find it in her heart to forgive us. Hopefully, we can work on rebuilding our friendship, but we understand that wounds like the ones we caused take time to heal. Mari, when you’re ready, please reach out to us. We’d love to apologize in person as well.” Nadja rolled her eyes. Looking at this bunch, it was obvious the sincerity wasn’t there. They acted like children getting caught sneaking an extra cookie when Nadja brought up Marinette’s evidence proving they weren’t as remorseful as they claimed to be. The fact that they only recently cut off Lila proved that they were lying and had planned to use her as a scapegoat. Nadja decided to make one last attack, “When she’s ready? She made it very clear she wanted nothing to do with you all. Why do you all think she owes you her attention and friendship after everything you did? You hurt her, yet here you all are acting like you’re the injured party!” “We are the injured party! Marinette’s little pity party ‘poor me’ attention whore act cost us our careers! She’s being overdramatic like she always is and now WE’RE suffering because she couldn’t take a little teasing,” Alya yelled with her classmates voicing their agreement. Everyone in the studio froze. The PR representative was shaking his head, while everyone else was in shock. The former Dupont students realized their mistake and quickly tried to backtrack only to be cut off by Nadja, “We are done. I will not let you use my coworkers or me to harass that girl anymore! You clearly cannot see the error of your ways and blame her for the misfortune you brought on yourselves. I may not be at Lois Lane’s level of journalism, but I am not a fool, and I will not be a puppet for you to spread your pitiful self-gratifying apology. Let’s be honest, you all clearly don’t care about the hurt you caused Marinette, you just care about the damage the truth did to your reputations. Get out of my studio! Get out of this building!” And with that, the interview was cut.

Their interview was trending, but it wasn’t for the reasons they had hoped. If they had done anything, it was throwing gas onto the fire. People almost couldn’t believe how heartless and totally unaware they were, that was clear from the various social media posts. “WOW. You guys are making grey sweatshirt Influencer apology videos look more sincere.” “Ew. Just. Ew. I used to like Adrien Agreste but now? No way. Watch out Damian Wayne he’s coming to steal his punching bag back.” “Teasing? Teasing doesn’t leave MULTIPLE SCARS.” “That was so self-serving. I gotta admit I feel terrible for whoever they hired for PR. Talk about letting the true colors out.” “I gotta give Nadja Chamack some credit! I was not expecting that level of journalism and take-no-bullshit out of her!” Twitter was having a field day with the live interview, and the statement released by Marinette’s former tormenters apologizing for their behavior during the interview and to Marinette didn’t fair much better. It was safe to say they had lost whatever little goodwill they had with the public. Lila had taken a slightly different approach. She did her own interview claiming that she never wanted Marinette to be hurt physically and that it was their former classmates that took things way too far. She cried that she was so, so sorry and that all she had wanted was to impress her classmates who had much more exciting lives than she did. Lila revealed that she had a crush on Adrien as well and was jealous of Marinette whom she saw as a threat. She explained that she spread rumors about Marinette hoping that Adrien would believe them and think Marinette was a bully, but their classmates took it too far. Lila claimed that she wanted to reveal that she’d made it all up, but she was scared that their classmates would turn on her and hurt her. She expressed shock that her friends would throw her under the bus for their wrongdoings and had her own apology for Marinette. Her interview was met with a bit more sympathy until someone (We all know it was Tim) released the recordings of Lila threatening Marinette and expressing to her victim the delight she took in watching Marinette being hurt by their classmates. Suddenly Lila’s image of the ‘Girl who made a few bad choices trying to impress her classmates and crush’ was shattered, and on top of all the lawsuits her public lies on the Ladyblog brought her, she was shunned as well. Gabriel, trying to cut his losses, fired Lila, and released a statement claiming that she was the one giving him false information on Marinette. However, Lila was determined to go down fighting and revealed her ace: Gabriel Agreste was Hawkmoth, and his assistant was Mayura. She had somehow collected evidence linking him to it while she worked for him as a model and as an Akuma provider.

The outrage was gigantic, with Ladybug having to return to explain that she had tried to go to the police, but they had not believed her or the proof she had. Ladybug had hung onto that proof, such as the gigantic map she had of where all the Akumatizations happened, and where the purified butterflies returned to. The French Federal Government decided to investigate how the Parisian Government had handled Hawkmoth, and they also decided to investigate Ladybug. They had found a young woman (whose identity they kept anonymous) who had been forced into the role by chance but had thankfully turned out to be incredibly competent. They found that she had worked within the law and had tried on multiple occasions to work with the police, but they had rejected her. Once she had discovered who Hawkmoth was she went to them, only to get laughed out of the police station. Why she wasn’t believed was something that was still unknown to the Investigators, but they had found Ladybug to be a superb hero. She was cleared, and given full permission to operate in France, should she ever choose to return. Chat Noir did not fare as well and was thoroughly raked over the coals by the report that was released. He had started out alright, but as time went on he quickly began to act out. He prioritized flirting and trying to win Ladybug’s affection and would refuse to help or even show up when she didn’t humor him. The report also revealed that he had been harassing civilians, such as one Marinette Dupain-Cheng. The designer had to explain that she had met Chat during an Akuma attack, and they’d become friends before his behavior worsened. Then after that, he’d harassed her on behalf of his other friend, Adrien Agreste. Twitter was on fire after this revelation, and #GiveMariABreak was trending.

No one knew who leaked Chat Noir’s identity, but theories were abundant. Some believed one of the investigators had loved ones who had suffered from Akuma attacks and Chat Noir’s behavior, and another group thought that the Waynes were behind it. They said that the Waynes were so enraged by the treatment their youngest’s fiancée had received at the hands of people who would have otherwise escaped punishment, that they decided to completely destroy her former tormentors. Considering Damian brought out the Wayne legal team, and Tim leaked the Lila Files, it was definitely possible that both theories could be true. What everyone did know, is that this outrage would go down in history. Adrien was still catching a lot of heat from the horrendous interview, which certainly did not help his case. It was quickly cleared up that he had no idea his father was Hawkmoth, and while officially on the report it said there was no evidence that he’d helped his father, the public speculation could not be stopped. In the chaos, photos were released of Ladybug landing on Marinette’s balcony and entering her room. These were brushed off as nothing surprising, surely the two women that were constantly harassed by the same man (even if they didn’t realize it) would find each other and start a support group. Adrien made a public plea for Ladybug to back him up and explain that he was a good hero, but it would seem that the Heroine of Paris had disappeared into hiding. It was clear that she had turned her back on him, just like he had turned on her all those years ago. He narrowly escaped getting charged along with Gabriel and Nathalie, but that didn’t stop the barrage of civil lawsuits he got hit with. The year ended with many trials, and the Wayne legal team proved why they were not to be messed with. Shortly after, a documentary was announced, to permanently document the fall of so many powerful people.

The documentary was a hit and contained all of the interviews that had taken place in the saga. The documentary was released at a party hosted by Bruce Wayne to celebrate his new Daughter-in-Law’s success, and it was met with rave reviews. But where was Marinette during the outcome of her interview? The designer had decided to step back from the spotlight until the mess had been resolved and hadn’t been seen in public since the initial interview. She was currently standing in the Wayne Manor with her husband, preparing to walk into the ballroom for her first public appearance as a Wayne. She was nervous. What if people began claiming that she’d only done this to take down a business rival? What if people accused her of making all of it up? She was brought back to reality by her husband, who pulled her into his arms. Damian gently kissed her forehead and whispered, “What’s bothering you, My Love?” Marinette had told him what had happened to her a year after the two became friends, and her bullies were lucky Bruce stopped him from going on a rampage. When he was watching his Darling’s interview with Lois at the Manor with the rest of his family, he could feel that fury reignite. It was also the first time his family learned about the abuse Marinette had endured (and suddenly his protectiveness made sense), so when he asked his father for the contacts for the Wayne legal team, Bruce had happily given them to him. Marinette took a deep breath, “I guess I’m just nervous, this is my first time being in public since everything came out and…” “And you’re worried that you’ll be walking into a den of lions.” Mari nodded, still amazed that he always seemed to know exactly what was wrong.Damian took a small step back and brushed a strand of hair out of her face, “My Jewel, you’ll be fine, I promise. The world believed you when you told them, you had strong evidence to support you, it’s illogical for them to turn on you now. Besides,” He gently poked her cheek, “Lila exposed Gabriel Agreste as Hawkmoth in a last-ditch effort to save herself. Think about it this way,” he gently twirled her around, admiring as the crystals she had hand sown into the stunning train on her dress sparkled. It was a tradition for every new member of the Wayne Family to debut in an all-black outfit, and Marinette had designed the most stunning dress in the Family’s history. “We attend the party, which is your debut as my gorgeous wife and I want to brag, and afterward we can go home, order some takeout, and binge-watch whatever you want on the couch with the Kwamii and the cats.” Damian would gladly and proudly admit that his wife brought out a side in him that he didn’t know he had, and Marinette was the only person he was regularly affectionate with. She was his star, and he wanted everyone to know how amazing she was. Marinette laughed, “Well I suppose we could do that; you drive quite the hard bargain Mr. Wayne.” The couple laughed, and all of Marinette’s worries evaporated as they entered the ballroom.

The young couple was met with hushed awe as they walked in, the wind from the open balcony doors catching parts of Marinette’s train. She looked ethereal in her gown, a stunning black dress with a long train that sparkled like stars in the void. The dress was form-fitting, with a galaxy of crystals wrapping around her body, coming to frame the neckline of her dress. It was an off-the-shoulder gown with a low V-neck. Marinette’s hair was done in an elegant bun, and the only jewelry she wore was her Miraculous, disguised as a pair of diamond earrings. The only other color she wore was blood-red lipstick. She looked like a goddess, elegant and regal, and held herself as if she was one. Despite the scars that littered her body, she stood proud, they were a part of her and would always be. The crowd began to murmur as the two youngest Waynes joined the rest of their family, “Is that Marinette? She looks spectacular!” “I heard she based parts of her dress off Princess Diana's Revenge Dress.” “I definitely believe that! She certainly looks like royalty!” “I’m surprised she’s showing her scars.” “Why wouldn’t she? The world should know what happened to her, and there’s no shame in being a survivor.” Kagami was right, no one doubts a victor’s scars. Cameras flashed, capturing her image from every angle as she talked with her parents and in-laws, and soon she was quickly whisked away by Damian to dance and mingle. She had to fight back a laugh, he loved letting everyone know that he had married this fantastic woman, despite the fact that the two bickered like cats and dogs when they were younger. He also knew that her old classmates were watching from their homes and wanted them to see the phoenix that had risen from the ashes. Damian wanted to drive the point home that while they had attempted to break Marinette, she was stronger. As the two danced and talked, the media had already begun crafting tomorrow’s newspapers. By the time the two had said their goodbyes and left the party for the night, the first article was out. ‘The Revenge Dress has a Successor: Marinette Wayne’s Revenge Look.’

The ultimate salt!!!! ⏫⏬⏩◀✨

Big Brother to the Rescue!

This fic was inspired by @justcourttee - A Brother’s Love. I loved her fic and I couldn’t stop thinking….what if this happened?

Jason sighed, rereading the text he had gotten again from Gina.

Nona: Jay, I am unable to get to Paris in the time I wished. My son and his wife are having problems with my Little Fairy. They claim her to be a bully and a brute, but I know this is not my Little Fairy. I am her guardian now and my plan was to bring her with me. Go in my stead and take her to Gotham. She told me she has a date with her boyfriend, Adrien Agreste. Break the news to her gently.

Gina had traveled with him for awhile and was always there for him when he got in a fight with Bruce. They could disappear on the road and travel, forget their worries. Gina had told him about her granddaughter, her ‘Little Fairy’, Marinette Dupain-Cheng. She was an inspiring fashion designer, who was also her class’ president. She had designed for Jagged Stone and won a contest from Gabriel Agreste. She even had the opportunity to be mentored by Style Queen, herself, in New York, and turned it down. Gina had told him so many things about Marinette, he felt as if she was his little sister. When Gina told him that Pixie was getting bullied again and no one would help or see her side of things, he had gotten upset. Even her boyfriend had told her to make peace with the bully and to let it go. She had never asked him for a favor before and he didn’t want to let her down.

Jason had taken the first flight to Paris to bring his little sister home to Gotham. He watched as she left the bakery and pressed the button to head to the park when her phone rang.

“Adrien? Yeah, I’m just heading-Oh. Ye-Yeah, I can meet you there instead. Sure. Bye.” Marinette spoke and quickly took off in another direction.

'Sounds like a change of plans.’

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A match! (drabble/hc)

Character: ☼ Wukong x Reader; ☾ Macaque x Reader ☽

✐ Context: You got a match in a dating app!

✐ Category: Funny. Cute. Romantic.

I never used one of those apps before, so I'm basing this solely on what I saw from posts and videos on the internet.

☼ Sun Wukong:

✐ Probably it all started when MK noticed how alone his master seemed to be.

✐ To help, Mk would create the account for Wukong, a thing that the monkey was totally against, but he decided to give it a try to please his student (or maybe he totally wanted some new company).

✐ Your profile did catch the Great Sage's attention easily.

✐ The description said that you like animals, and your hobbies included cooking, baking, and watching a lot of different series that he particularly liked too (the adventure ones with clear inspiration on JTTW).

✐ An animal lover would be perfect to deal with the Monkey King and his little monkeys, the fact that you were into making food was a huge attractive, and it was clear that watching TV would be a nice activity since you two shared similar interest when it comes to entertainment.

✐ And your cute profile picture showing off your beauty kinda made him more interested in this whole dating idea.

✐ Happy news! His solicitation to talk got accepted! Soon the two of you were babbling about your favorite shows and other common interests.

✐ If you choose him as your match, your profile probably stated that you were in search of someone funny. His profile picture was a blurry pic of one of his little monkeys with a puffy cheek for eating an oversized piece of fruit.

✐… And seeing this interest in amusing men, made Wukong put all his goofy charm on display, you would laugh so much while chatting to him.

✐ The fact that your online crush has martial arts as one of his hobbies listed on his profile did get your eyes too. I mean, who doesn't enjoy the concept of a strong person that know how to defend themselves?

✐ Ok, you had to admit that the idea that he would have a sexy fighter body also made you interested.

✐ When you asked for a photo of him, you had to ask him to "turn off the cute monkey filter he was using".

✐ He didn't manage to make you believe that he was in fact the Monkey King, he had to take a photo of him in human form (but continued to say that this wasn't his original appearance, and you laughed at his "silly joke")

✐ When the moment of the first date finally happened, you arranged to meet in a humble cafeteria, but busy enough to have almost all the tables occupied.

✐ Sun Wukong appeared in human form to avoid any type of outdoor confusion. Happiness fuelled him by seeing how things just clicked naturally between you guys.

✐ But when the date ended, and you two were ready to say goodbye, you gave him a surprise kiss in his nose and he literally transformed back in front of you.

✐ A poof sound was emitted in the air, revealing a ginger monkey with a scared expression. Silence tainted the surrounding for a bit, until your partner broke it.

"Uuhhh... Well, I'm the Monkey King, just like I said before... Yey?"

"That was... Kinda cute." - You said with shocked eyes and blushing cheeks.

✐ With you knowing who he really is the dates got more interesting, he took you to fly in his cloud, to see his land, to know his monkeys and his successor, to watch him training.

✐ It would take a long time for him to work up the courage to ask to be your boyfriend.

✐ After plucking up the braveness and arranging a cute, and romantic date, he would appropriately propose (or as appropriately as he could manage).

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☾ Macaque:

✐ Macaque was probably bored and searching for any distraction when he downloaded the app.

✐ He thought that playing with one stranger feelings was a fun idea.

✐ Soon he found your profile that wasn't just the perfect victim, it was quite of charming to him too.

✐ First, the profile showed a beautiful frame, elegant, yet simple.

✐ The description informed that you were a "night owl", a person full of flaming passion to give, with meditation and writing novels as the main hobbies, but reading and watching theatrical plays as activities you enjoyed too.

✐ It was more than clear that you two would talk about good stories. His interior artist was crazy to show his many shadow plays to someone special, Macaque just didn't want to admit it openly.

✐ Of course, you had no trouble getting interested in this captivating and attractive figure.

✐ The profile picture showed his dazzing human form, and the way he described himself clearly highlighted his dramatically theatrical side, so poetic and mysterious at the same time.

✐ The two of you would spend late nights talking about different ideas for dramatic scripts, judging movies and book scripts you might be seeing, and sharing gossip about any interesting celebrity drama.

✐ Any time you had a question about how something would work mechanically in a fight, so you could write in your book you would talk to him, as the profile made it clear he was a fighter.

✐ Even more fun was asking side effects of specific blows, such as how a person feels after receiving a kick in the chest.

"I'm going to research how much a person bleeds after being stabbed."

"You need to specify how the cut was, if it is superficial, only a few drops will come out of the cut, if it is a larger tear, the blood will come out more quickly, but it depends a lot on the severity of the blow."

"... Wow... You totally have to help me with my book. Let me give you more details..."

✐ Mr Six Ears started to build some unconscious expectations after seeing how enchanting you were. Any amount of flirtation coming from him was returned by you with an even more effective dose of sweet talk.

✐ The monkey didn't notice, but over time any notification he heard made his own heart flutter. Your passionate side was slowly making him delirious with strong emotions.

✐ You set up your first date at a memorable restaurant, sure it wasn't the most expensive in town, but the high quality was remarkable.

✐ Even though the place was full of elegant people, he couldn't take his eyes off you.

✐ Flirtation filled your table conversation, both of you dedicated to making the other feel attractive. You mostly praised his voice, making clear that to you his voice was much prettier than the singers in the background.

✐ In the end he pulled you in for a kiss in the expectation of messing with you, having fun playing with you, but what he felt was something too good for him too.

✐ Subsequently, the end of the date made him notice how he was actually feeling.

✐ He didn't talk normally to you for a month (a thing you didn't like at all, it's super common for people to disappear after the first date), but after that break he got more intense, he clearly had something to tell you.

✐ A date was arranged at the theater where he works. After a beautiful shadow play presentation in which he told the story of the legendary Six Eared Macaque, he called you backstage for a chat.

✐ Macaque showed his true form, he was ready to be rejected for lying, but you smiled as if you already knew he was probably a demon.

"You weren't exactly discreet about your supernatural abilities, I saw you grab a bottle of wine from the shadow of our table on the last date."

✐ The next few dates got better and better, and not long after he found himself officially dating you.

I find denji adorable, this is true vanilla sex mix with a little kink... 🍻🍺🍸🐾🍹

Twelve days of Smutcember 2022.

Day 7 - What’s to wait.

Denji (chainsawman) x Fem!Reader

This story is a smut story for Smutcember, I’ll be writing more characters x reader one shots for Smutcember and if you want to see a character please let me know...

finally I think it’s important to note, I might be a person who celebrates Christmas, however I know not everyone does so I won’t/try not to mention or reference any particular festive holiday in these one shots, out of respect for everyone.

You must be 18 years or older to read this...

🔞⚠️NO MINORS ALLOWED⚠️🔞

Summary: you help Denji fulling understand what he’s working for.

Word count: 811

CW: nipple/breast play, slight breeding kink, swearing, unprotected sex, first time.

“I have a goal to work towards…” Denji shouted as he fell off his bed onto his butt, you smirked as you stepped off the bed and climbed on him, “I know I’m not her… but don’t you want to feel what you’re working towards” you grabbed his hands and leaned into his face before kissing his cheek, “uhh… but… umm… I-“ Denji laid back, you straddled Denji’s hips and pressed his hands down next to his head, “tell me no… if you don’t want me say so… but…” you hummed and leaned down towards his ear, “if you say yes, I’ll keep you nice and warm all night long… inside…” you pulled back and watched as his face went bright red. “Yes, I want it… let’s have sex” Denji burst out and you giggled at his quick response, “you seem really eager… when you dreamed of this day, what happened first? Tell me your deepest fantasies and I’ll fulfil every one” you smiled and let go of Denji’s hand before running your fingers down his arms to his chest, “I… I want…” he muttered as he stared directly at your chest, “let me touch them… your breasts, please” Denji sat up and held your waist, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into your chest, “so soft” he sighed as his hands slipped under your singlet while he rubbed his face between your breast, “take your top off… I wanna squeeze your fun bags” Denji hummed and began pulling your top off, assisting him, you watched as his eyes light up at the sight of your bare breasts. “This your first time seeing boobs?” You smiled and gave them a little bounce “first time in person…” Denji spoke before roughly pressing his face back in between, the force of his face being pushed into your chest caused you the fall back and Denji to fall on top of you, his hands went to your breast and started to squeeze them roughly. Denji squeezed and kneaded your breast before rolling your nipples between his fingers, “I’m going to suck on it” he informed you before licking the erect bud, you moaned as he told your nipple into his mouth, Denji gave your nipples equal attention, it felt good better then he released. “You gonna put it in me or you just gonna play with my tits all night” you moaned as you wrapped your legs around Denji’s waist, “can I do both?” He asked and he pulled back, you nodded and chuckled watching him light up.

Denji pulled off his clothes and kneeled between your legs, he rubbed his erection, “wow… I can’t believe it’s finally going to happen” he said as he grabbed the waistband of your underwear and pulled it down in one swift motion, “so cute…” he leaned down, examining your wet cunt up close. “I can go in, right?” Denji asked and you nodded turning over onto your hands and knees, wiggling your ass and pushed back into him, Denji groaned before rubbing his tip around your entrance as if he was trying to find a way in before his tip finally found its destination, you both moaned loudly as he slid in. Denji started a slow pace has he praised your tight warmth, “holy crap… it’s so much wetter then I thought” he spoke excitedly as he rested his hands on your shoulders, “wait you said I could play with your boobs…” he hummed and gave your shoulders a squeeze. Denji’s pace continued as a strong slow motion, you felt his hands reach around you and grope your chest before he forcibly pulled you back into his chest, Denji roughly squeezed your breasts and sped up his pace, you moaned loudly as he groaned in your ear. “Be careful… you might just make a mess inside me if you keep going like that…” you hummed and focused on the slight tightness in your core, Denji groaned loudly as he breathed in your sense, “…you might just get me pregnant if you finish inside me” you chuckled and felt him twitch, Denji knew if he thought to much about what you just said he’d cum in an instant, but he couldn’t help himself… you’d let him cum inside you…? and you wouldn’t be mad…? Denji moaned at the thought of sewing himself as deep as he could, before pushing up into you roughly, Denji threw his head back and moaned out, “oh fuck!” He called as his cum spilled into you.

“I’m sorry I was the only one to finish” he sighed as he cuddled into your breasts, “it’s fine… I had fun” you chuckled running your fingers in his hair, “let’s do this again sometime…” Denji hums and you smiled, nodding before closing your eyes and waiting for sleep to over come you.

Day 6: Icy Hot Gaze - Satoru Gojo

Day no: TBA (Coming soon)

Smutcember Masterlist (Coming soon)