A/N: Hi guys! I was so surprised at the amount of notes/messages I got about the first part of this, so I hope you like this second part, too! <3
You stopped in your tracks, but didn’t turn around, just closed your eyes and let out a small breath. Your entire body was shaking at this point.
You could hear his footsteps approach you from behind, followed by his hand resting on the small of your back. “Y/N..?” He spoke again, his voice laced with uncertainty. You kept your eyes closed, forcing your lips into a thin line as you shook your head at him.
Omg What if Dorian tells Manon that her name echoed within him when he was collared!!!!😱
I NEED THEM to talk about when they met so badly. Or at least for Dorian to be like, “I remembered your name, your face, when I couldn’t remember my own. You saved me. You still save me. Everyday you save me, and I love you Manon. Whether your name is Blackbeak or Crochan—”
“Or Havilliard?” Manon said. She didn’t know if she was breathing.
Dorian’s eyes smoldered like flaming pools of sapphire. He inhaled sharply. “You would change your name… for me? To be my queen?”
“I would have my name reflect how I feel, who I am. Yes, I am heir to the Blackbeak clan. Yes, I am a Crochan queen, but I am also yours Dorian Havilliard. And it’s been that way for a long time.”
“Yes,” Dorian breathed. “Yes.” He wrapped his arms around her—unable to keep the smile off his face as he bend down to kiss her.
“Marry me, princeling,” she whispered between kisses. And all Dorian could say was yes. And yes and yes and yes.
He buried his hands in her moon-white hair and decided that he could die from this, from her. From loving her. His Manon, his queen, his wife. She would be his wife. He smiled into her mouth and let her push him backward toward the bed.
The whole department was in chaos. They finally got some kind of clue on the possible reasoning of the murderer and they were looking for. Tikki went entirely rampant and actually considered getting a sample of writing from every citizen of Paris. Marinette went to great lengths to convince her it would be a waste of resources. She would know. Adrien’s handwriting wouldn’t have fitted. Because this wasn’t his normal handwriting. It was a silly handwriting they created for secret notes back in college. Adrien had always been the most successful with it, given he was ambidextrous and could use his left hand if he needed to make his writing a little different and he wasn’t curving the letters that much either. For the department, this murderer was a mystery, but not for Marinette. Or not as much. She still needed to figure out why he was doing this.
“The first corpse with a love letter. The killing process is the same. Inject poison and then get an organ or a member. However, this new development could be the key to our case. Stil, something so vague won’t help us at the moment. We need to make more than a profile of our criminal, but also a profile of the object of his affection. And don’t get me started on the madness today. Two murders in less than 24 hours, could only mean something changed with our killer.” Tikki ranted messily, obviously distraught by the events of the day. “Ladybug, do you have any input?”
Marinette’s fingers traced absently over the love letter. “No. None at all.”
By the time Marinette arrived home, she was dead on her feet. It didn’t matter she had a free day, not when they spent most of the night at work trying to find connections and profiling.If she wanted to get out early she might have as well told all that she knew. But she didn’t. She wouldn’t rat out Adrien, not until she drew the conclusions of her own little investigation. Heading to her living room, she looked for what he knew she will find. And there it was. On her small coffee table was a red velvet box, made to carry expensive earrings. When she opened it, she was greeted by the sight of two green eyes. They were nice, she supposed. But comparing them to the one pair of green eyes she had loved for years, they looked so awfully bland. Staring down at them, Marinette thought back on the gesture. Murder aside… it was quite romantic, but Adrien had always been a hopeless romantic. The deeper she got in the case the more the line between her Adrien and Chat Noir blurred. Closing the box, she settled it back on the table and crossed her arms.
“You came again.” Marinette turned around slightly, keeping her eyes on a dark corner of the room. Slowly, Chat Noir appeared from the shadows his green, cat-like eyes shining in the dark. He gave a theatrical bow, before coming closer to her.
“No matter what I do, I always seem to come back to you.” he whispered, but Marinette heard it loud and clear in the silence of her apartment.
Marinette looked up at him. She knew she should have done something. Knock him out cold, question him, try to figure out his reason or even unmask him. But she couldn’t. All she was able to do was stare at him, trying to figure out what that look he was giving her meant. Marinette wasn’t sure how much time they spent just looking at each other, trying to decode the other’s thoughts and feelings. It was Chat who spoke first.
“Can I touch you?” he spoke in a low tone, almost unsure if he should have spoken at all. And maybe it shouldn’t have been her first thought, but that was such an Adrien thing to ask.
“Yes,” she answered. She wasn’t afraid. If this was Adrien, and she was pretty sure he was, he wouldn’t hurt her. Murderer or not, he would never. Not her.
He made three fast steps and then he pulled her into a hug. As Chat wrapped her arms around her, she let herself melt against his chest. His scent was much more leather than Adrien’s ever was, but given his clothes, she could overlook it. He seemed fond of her scent too, as he hid his face in her her, inhaling her perfume. Marinette wrapped her arms around him too and in all honesty, she could stay like this forever. It was such a good hug and Marinette really needed it, the warmth, the comfort. They stayed like that until Chat decided to lean down and nuzzle her cheek with his nose. Marinette opened her eyes to side glance at him. He was really acting like a cat… oh. Her face heat up as his tongue poked out, licking her cheek before he restored to nuzzle her again. Marinette giggled, reaching up and running her fingers through his hair. He seemed to take his nickname very seriously. A chat indeed. Marinette sighed contently, her eyes slipping closed as she more or less fell against Chat’s chest. He stopped his little affections and straightened his back. With a sigh, he began to caress her cheek with the back of his fingers.
“One of these days, I’ll use some really nice pink silk and tie you to your damn bed till you get enough sleep.” he said in an exasperated tone that was all too familiar to Marinette even in her sleep deprived state. It didn’t even sound bad. Silk was good and pink silk was her favourite and bed, she really wanted to be in a bed right now. She let herself rest against Chat’s chest. He was sturdy. He would make a good bed too. Marinette gave out a little huff as she was lifted bridal style and carried through her apartment. Her eyes felt too heavy to keep them open, but she knew where they were heading. She clung to Chat as he settled her atop her bed.
“Don’t… go.” she muttered sleepily while he slowly unwrapped her arms from around his neck. Marinette whined a little as he distanced himself from her. He wasn’t leaving, though. Marinette felt lighter as he took her shoes off and placed them somewhere by the bed. She was so happy she opted for flats and a comfortable dress when she run out. She had to change in her uniform anyway and the more comfortable the day clothes were, the better. She shifted as Chat unfolded the blanket at the end of the bed and covered her with it. After he made sure she was tucked in and comfortable enough, he bent over the bed and kissed her forehead, making her lip curl up in a sweet smile. As he straightened his back and began to retreat, Marinette hand shot up from under the cover, grabbing his.
“Stay… “ she knew she was half asleep, but she didn’t want him gone. His presence made her feel so comfortable and warm, it was almost funny, given who he was.
For a second, she thought he might refuse. Instead, he kneeled next to her bed, resting his head on the soft sheet and allowing Marinette to run a hand through his hair absently. He stopped her ministrations to kiss her hand, her knuckles, and her palm, before holding her gently. And then, to her surprise, he began to hum. Even in the almost asleep state Marinette could recognize her favourite part of The Rite of Spring. Of course, he would know. With the low hum filling the room and the warmth of his hand in hers, Marinette slept better than she had in months.
Overview: When the Malfoys host a Masquerade ball on the Vernal Equinox, old relationships are rekindled and new feelings are formed. But the clock always strikes midnight and good things always come to an end. Word Count: 2,500 Note: No Voldemort, Death Eaters, etc.
⇢ A Draco x Reader work loosely based on the story of Cinderella.
The last time you visited England, you were four. Now, over ten years later, you found yourself back in the same place. Wiltshire: The location of the esteemed Malfoy Manor and the home of the even more prestigious Malfoys.
For the first time since you were given the choice, you attended the Equinox ball with your parents. Every year, the ball had a different theme; this year, the theme was a masquerade.
As you walked through the rustic entrance gates, you noticed the golden glow of the sunset reflecting off the newly bloomed flowers lining the eight-foot tall hedges in the front garden. Despite your parents’ stories of previous galas, the manor was even bigger than you imagined.
Still, something about the stone palace was rebarbative.