light red over black

Mark Rothko, Light Red Over Black, Oil on canvas, 1957

SSM Day o3: Chemistry

Summary: Sakura really didn’t sign up for this. (Or the one where Sasuke moonlights as an erotic dancer to pay the bills his internship can’t cover.)

Rating: T for language and minor sexual stuff (it’s a stripper!AU what did you expect)

Notes: I wrote this at like two in the morning after spending a solid hour doing anatomy studies that somehow all turned into Sasuke. I need an adult. Also, my YouTube history looks really, really weird now.

“Ino, I’m not entirely sure I’m comfortable with this,” Sakura says, eyeing the flashing neon signs around her. Her best friend scoffs and flips her long, loosely curled hair over her shoulder. “You’re always shut up in that lab of yours, Forehead! You’re twenty-five. You need to live a little. Besides, this place is fine.”

“Easy for you to say, you’re here every weekend,” Sakura mumbles, but she offers no further comment; rather, she can’t, because they’ve arrived at their destination. The bouncer waves them in with barely a glance. They’re clearly of age, or maybe he just doesn’t care enough to card them.

The first thing that strikes Sakura is the music—dark, sinuous, and pulsing, almost alive—and the way the red and violet lights create a haze over the black walls and tiles of the bar. It’s an unusual look, but one that fits the club’s name. Insidious is definitely the sort of place Ino frequents; a sophisticated establishment with plenty of live entertainment and well-mixed cocktails. There’s also a long, raised catwalk from the back rooms that connects to a large, circular stage in the center of the room. Her best friend ushers her to a table near said stage, her towering heels clicking against the smooth marble floor. That’s about when Sakura notices a thin silver pole in the center of the platform and realizes what, exactly, its purpose is.

“Ino,” she says slowly. “Did you bring me to a fucking strip club?”  Ino bats her eyes in a mockery of innocence. “Not the kind of strip club you’re thinking of, Sakura. You’ll like it, I promise.”

Well. Her day just keeps getting better, doesn’t it? Sakura looks around again, faintly hearing Ino order a couple cocktails for them both. The whole room has a certain plush feeling to it. Maybe it’s the velvet everywhere. Maybe it’s Sakura’s overactive imagination. The world may never know. The cocktails arrive in a few minutes. Sakura downs hers immediately, vaguely tasting strawberries and vodka. She gets the feeling she really, really shouldn’t be sober for this. Ino rolls her teal eyes for the umpteenth time and shifts so that her low cut dress shows off her cleavage just the right way.

Twenty minutes and another drink later, the room begins to fill. People come in twos and threes, all trying their damnedest to snag seats close to the stage. Sakura can’t help but notice most of them are women. Ino snickers at them and waves down a waiter. “There’s a reason we got here early, Forehead. The most popular act of the week is about to start.”

As if on cue, the overhead lights dim. A smooth, soft piano riff starts up as a spotlight flicks on, catching a tall, lithe man in its glow. Sakura is immediately entranced, because good God is he beautiful. He looks ethereal as he prowls downs the catwalk, the juxtaposition of his pale skin and dark hair striking in all the right ways. Then he reaches the pole and, with what looks like no effort at all, lifts himself up and flips his body upside down in a blatant “fuck you” to gravity and the laws of physics in general.

His muscles move smoothly as he dances, pushing and pulling and creating enchanting patterns of shadow on his skin. He’s barely even breaking a sweat, he’s hitting every beat, and he’s so sensual it almost hurts her to watch. And then he just has to take it up a notch; he climbs up to the top of the pole and drops headfirst towards the floor, catching himself at the last second with his thighs. His THIGHS. Sakura can’t even register the smug look Ino is most likely throwing her because her eyes are locked to the spectacle before her. The dancer throws his head back, arching his spine against the pole, and strokes his hands up the sides of his torso. One rests lightly on his throat, thin, elegant fingers feathering over the curves of his neck, and the other grips the pole behind him. A glint of silver catches her eye as he moves and oh my god he has nipple piercings. Sakura’s mouth runs dry. Her heart is practically throwing itself against her ribs, and she swears he can hear it over the pound of the music.

He meets her gaze, and Sakura feels like she’s suddenly caught fire but can’t entirely bring herself to mind. There’s a flicker of something in those impossibly black eyes, before he blinks and gives her a slow, sexy smirk. He effortlessly levers himself down, twisting as he goes, to land on his knees in front of her. As he leans back, putting his whole body on display, all Sakura can focus on is how beautiful this man is. He’s not bulky, not by a long shot; instead, the cut of his muscles is soft and toned. His beauty is something ethereal and effortless, and the elegance he somehow infuses in every movement only accentuates it. Sakura is no stranger to this; in fact, she can name a few people off the top of her head who can do the same thing.

And then something clicks, and she’s is frozen. Not in a good, aroused way: of course, the attraction is definitely there, but at this exact moment it’s being overpowered by shock and just a bit of panic. She knows that smirk, just like she knows those eyes. Except usually, she sees them in the lab next to hers, on the reserved biochemist she works with more often than not.

Oh my god, she thinks faintly, as Uchiha Sasuke, one of the brightest up-and-coming minds in her oncological drug research course, gives her another tantalizing look to a dark guitar riff, he looks completely different without his glasses.


Pairing: Lee Jihoon x You
Genre: Fluff, Angst
Word count: 2.9k

Disclaimer: Full photo © to NaverDispatch, edit is mine (obvs, cause the edit sucks Dx)

Hi guys! Just thought of this and I’m screaming! My first 2k long story along with a customized header (will probs do it to my other ffs)xD, also this is dedicated to mah friend @wonzigyumin cause you left us u ho jk lol ily

“I love you”. Those were the words that started it all. He had somehow managed to muster up enough courage to finally say those words, his mixed feelings of anxiousness and embarrassment slowly dissolving as every syllable left his mouth and soon after the sudden confession, he felt giddy and elated when he heard your reply of ‘I love you too.’

You could hardly forget that event.

It all happened on a Friday night when he suddenly asked, practically forcing you to free up your schedule, and made plans to go out and have dinner. As you were getting ready, you heard the soft ding of your phone to which you later found out to be a text from Jihoon. “I’m here.” was all that was written, very typical of him. For the past two years you’ve been friends with him (sorry, BEST FRIENDS), he always goes straight to the point but you didn’t mind it. In actuality, you liked that trait of his but you never told him that and you have no plan to.

“In a minute.” you replied back, putting back the phone into your purse. You checked yourself one last time in the mirror only to whip out your bag and to once again put another layer of lipstick onto your plump lips. Once again backing up to see the full profile of your reflection. You wore a simple black cocktail dress that stopped just above your knees. Your shoulders were bare and the dress hugged at your body, leaving little to the imagination. It was the only decent thing you could find out of your small closet full of casual and business clothing. Jihoon had told you way too late that you needed to wear something formal, fit for fine-dining that you had no time to go out and buy one.

Your phone was ringing nonstop now but you were used to it. Jihoon tends to say that a minute feels like an hour when waiting for you. He’s exaggerating. Well, checking yourself constantly in the mirror and reapplying makeup whenever you see just one small smudge tends to take a while. “That’s it. I’m coming up there.” You read, the notification flashing on your screen and as if on cue, three loud knocks came to your door. You didn’t move though, you continued to fix the powder on your face until you had heard a knowing cough.

Turning your head, you saw Jihoon standing at your bedroom door. He had on a sleek black suit with a white polo worn underneath and a black bowtie to complete the outfit. His small figure leaning against the doorframe as he glared at you. And you replied back with a smile to which he chuckles at while looking down, “What am I going to do with you?”, it was merely a whisper and he was thankful that you hadn’t heard it.

“I’m done!” was the first thing that came out of your mouth once you felt satisfied. He beamed at you and he hadn’t realized what you were wearing until you were standing tall in your three-inch heels. Your full appearance finally sunk in and Jihoon couldn’t help but feel flustered. “You okay, Woozi?”


You saying his nickname only made him blush more as he gawked at you. Worried, you made your way closer to him, thinking he might be catching something. Your hand gently pressed at his forehead and you heard his voice hitch. “You feel hot, maybe we should cancel.” you said as you stepped away from him to go get some medicine. But before you could even move one step, Jihoon grabbed your wrist and pulled you back to him, “No. I’m fine. Let’s get going.” He said as he picked up your purse and dragged you out to his car.

It was silent during the ride and who knows how many times Jihoon had glanced your way, you had lost count. When you look back at him he would pretend he was never looking at you in the first place. “Is something wrong, Woozi?”

Again with the nickname.

Jihoon thought to himself. He’s using every bit of his power to focus on driving but him knowing you were right beside him and having full knowledge of your clothing just made it really hard for him. Not to mention how the seatbelt made your chest very much painfully obvious made him even more uneasy. “No, nothing’s wrong. There’s nothing wrong whatsoever.” he voiced out and you didn’t push the topic anymore.

After a few more turns and with Jihoon constantly cursing whenever the stoplight turns red, both of you finally arrived at the restaurant. Your eyes turned wide when you realized it was the restaurant you had always wanted to try since you first saw it but due to it being a bit expensive and always fully booked, you tend to have second thoughts.

“How did you manage to get a table, its practically impossible to get a reservation here unless you know the owner or if you’re early as hell.” you chimed as you took a glance at the long line just out the entrance and you felt superior yet apologetic that you were passing them as you and Jihoon made your way to the reception desk.

“Lee Jihoon.” he said to the person behind the podium. It was a tall man that wore a black suit and a red tie. His nose was pointed and his smile, genuine. “Yes, Mr. Lee. A reservation for two.” he gestured for us to follow him inside and we did.

The man led us to a table beside a window that has the perfect view of the moon. Though, for some reason, our table was slightly secluded from the rest and it was also themed different. Unlike the other tables with white cloth and golden laced that we passed by on our way here, ours had light red cloth draped over the table with black cloth laced at the edges. But in the middle of all these was a single white rose in a thin clear vase laying silently on the table.

“What’s the occasion?” you jokingly laughed and gladly took the seat Jihoon pulled out for you. “Nothing, why? Can’t I go all out on a dinner with my best friend?” he mocked as he took the seat across from you. You looked around but no staff gave a menu and as if Jihoon can read your mind, “I already ordered ahead of time.”, “Oh, have you now?” you grinned. “Its a surprise.” he only said.

While waiting for your surprise food you both chatted about what each of you had done for the week, (boring, I know, but I can’t think of anything else), he then started talking about how great he’s been doing at work. Making music and performing with his members. You loved how his eyes would light up whenever he talked about his work, so you couldn’t help but smile as you listened to his story about how one of his hyungs would always try to kiss him and you laughed when he explained how he chased after that one member with a guitar. “Poor guy.” you commented, laughing. “What do you mean?? I should be the one you should be sorry for, they were annoying me.” Jihoon could only pout as he crossed his arms over his chest. It made you giggle more, “Well, I know how scary you could be when you get mad so…” you wiped the tears that escaped your eyes from laughing so much. Jihoon didn’t retort though, he just shrugged and mouthed out, 'True’.

“How’s yours?” he asked as he took a sip of water. “Oh, nothing. Just same old, same old.” “Come on now, spill.” Jihoon said at your lack of an answer. You knew him too well to not say anything, he would never stop pestering you until you gave him what he wanted and so you started telling him about how it is at your work. Just the usual boring seminars, you and your friends, as always sat at the front cause you all can’t see because all your eyesight are bad, and how the people at the back are annoying as hell no matter how much they’re scolded. “Hope they lose their job.” you cursed under your breath but Jihoon still heard it and chuckled at your comment. “You hate them that much?”, your eyes widened and you prepared yourself to tell him about all the hoes in your class and for the past 15 minutes, Jihoon was trying his best to hold in his laughter but is failing miserably as you cursed bloody mary onto the people that annoyed you as hell (the people at the back).

Jihoon was still laughing his ass off as the waiter arrived with your food and to your amazement, it was all your favourite, from appetizers all to the main course. “Surprise!” Jihoon said as he finally caught his breath. Your mouth was wide open and your eyes seem to almost bulge out as you tried to find for words to say, “I-I don’t know what to say.” you managed to voice out, he smirked. “You don’t have to say anything. Let’s eat.” The both of you were enjoying dinner and had laughs with a few slipped in moments of additional spite for people that annoyed you both.

“That was delicious!” you laid back in your chair as you held your stomach, Jihoon did the same, “I’m glad.” he smiled. It tugged at your heartstrings, seeing him smile and you hadn’t noticed you were staring until he had gave you a questioning look. While you still felt flustered, Jihoon had called for the waiter and asked him to lean a bit closer. You could hear him whisper something but it was too inaudible, the waiter only nodded before turning around to leave you both. Jihoon saw how you were throwing daggers at him with your glare, “What?” he asked and you just leaned back down and pouted in your seat.

He could only chuckle at your childishness and hearing him laugh made your heart melt and you can’t help but smile. This was why you loved being with Jihoon, you both enjoy and have fun even with littlest of things. How you can feel lots of care and love from a small gesture with him like that time when you were sick and couldn’t join the outing all your friends planned for a long time and instead of going, he stayed back with you saying, “I never wanted to go anyway.”, but he was the most excited about the trip. You told him you were fine and he could go, but he refused and slept over at your place to take care of you, “No big deal.” he said only to catch a cold the next day.

Whilst you were laughing, Jihoon kept quiet as he admired you from his seat. He loved seeing your smiling face. He loved how your eyes twinkled when you talked about your passion. He loved the late night calls with you. He loved how much you worried about him. He loved being in your company. He loved everything about you. 

He loved you.

The waiter had come back with a silver platter and placed it in the middle of your table. Jihoon had wished he took out his phone to capture the expression on your face when you saw the dessert that arrived. It was a giant, practically bucket-sized, sweet pudding. You were silently screaming as you hurriedly went to Jihoon’s side and gave him a big hug. He expected it though, he knows how much you loved pudding. His smile grew even wider, if that was even possible, as he watched you enjoying the dessert.

God, I love her so much.

Jihoon smiled to himself. You were a bit guilty that you were the only one enjoying the dessert, so you took a spoonful and offered it to Jihoon. He shook his head at first, but after your glare and stubbornness, he complied and opened his mouth. You felt giddy as you fed him the pudding, “Do you love it?”, “Yes.” he nodded, “I love it.”

“But I love you more.”

Jihoon wondered why you had suddenly stopped eating and was now looking his way. Your mouth was hanging open as you stared at him and his expression was just painted in confusion. Then his eyes grew wide and he immediately went red while he covered his mouth with his hand.

Did I just say that out loud?

Jihoon thought. He had not wanted for you to know it like this but there was no turning back on it.

“Yes.” He acted cooly, “I love you.”


It was a beautiful memory that you could never forget no matter how hard you try.

“Leave me alone! I’m busy!” Jihoon had kicked you out of the studio and slammed the door before you could turn around. His voice rang in your ears as you comtemplated wether to continue or not but this was the last straw. Your blood was boiling underneath your skin, “Open the fucking door, Jihoon.”, there was no answer. “LEE JIHOON!” you pounded on the door. He at last opened it, probably after the cracking sounds that were heard from the door.

“What?” his voice felt like venom, his tone distant. His brown irises stared straight at yours. “What the fuck?” you said in disbelief, he’s not getting away by acting ignorant. “Talk to me Jihoon. I waited for you everyday, I gave my whole life to you, the least you could do is come with me to see my father back home.” your words didn’t seem to get through to him. He now was looking anywhere but you, “Woozi.” your voice was pleading and low. His hand laid at the back of his neck, “Please, I can’t leave right now. We have a big performance this coming week, I can’t just go with you.” he explained.

You understood that he couldn’t go. You get it. But knowing that your father is pulling at his last breaths on his death bed, you thought, you thought he could skip at least once. “My father is dying, he needs me there and I need you there with me and knowing this, you still think your performance is more important? More important than me?” your chest felt tight as you said those words. You never meant for him to choose between his beloved group, his future, his passion, and with you. You’re happy for him, yes, but you always felt like you would always be second. Second after his work.

His eyes finally landed on yours, “I’m sorry but I can’t.” As soon as those words left his mouth, you let out an exasperated sigh. You expected it, but seriously, he didn’t even stutter.

“If this is what I’m going to go through being with you, then I’m sorry but, I can’t handle it. Let’s end this.” you fought against the tears from falling out. “It’s the best for the both of us.” you said before turning around.

“I’m leaving.” you gritted your teeth, making sure to stress on every syllable. And so you left. You called for a taxi and after saying your destination, you pulled out your phone and booked the next flight to your country. Your home.


The word felt so familar but at the same time not. Being with Jihoon, you were at home. Wherever he was, it was home. He is home. But now, you felt so unsure of it, you felt doubtful.

Your luggage lagged behind you as you made your way into the airport. You had 10 minutes till your departure and while waiting for your flight call, occasionally, you would look towards the entrance, hoping. 5 minutes left, you needed to go. But before you went your way, you gave one last look behind your shoulder, one last chance to see if he would come.

But there was no one.

You start walking to your boarding gate but you hear loud footsteps, as if someone is running straight towards you and before you realized it, you felt a hand on your shoulder to which you abruptly turn around. “Jihoon?” you almost felt tears in your eyes but the growing warmth spreading through your body dissolved when you saw, not Jihoon, but a stranger, “Uh, sorry miss. But you dropped this.”, he held out what seem to be your wallet. You hadn’t noticed it was missing, “Thank you.”, he nodded to your reply before making his way to his gate.

Laughing to yourself, you thought he would come, thinking he would at least stop you, but it appears you were wrong. And so with pain gaping at your chest, you left.

“Welcome ma'am.” the flight attendant greeted and you forced a smile to which she paid no heed. She pointed you to your seat and you sat beside the window. The night lights twinkled under the dark sky and you could only cry silently as the plane’s engines roared to life.

Though, against the loud sound of the airplane taking flight, a faint voice could be barely heard, screaming your name, screaming for you to come back. To come back to him.

To come home.

CEO!YOONGI   ▊ ▏I Have Listened To Every Lie : Chapter 2

Originally posted by nnochu

The oak doors to Yoongi’s office are pulled open, the heavy wood making a soft shoop-ing sound against the dark blue herringbone tiles. Yoongi stands courteously as Jin strolls in, but forgoes the formal bow given that Jin’s such a familiar face. Doesn’t he usually have briefcase? Yoongi thinks. He gives the man a brief smile and leads him towards the sitting area. His assistant pours them both some herbal tea.

“Jin, thanks for coming.” They are way past honorifics at this point. “No briefcase, I see.”

Jin rolls his eyes and kicks up a foot on the table. “I heard through the grapevine that you’ve done something incredibly stupid once again, and I was prepared to haul your ass out of whatever hole you’ve dug yourself long before you asked for me.”

“I guess this ‘grapevine’ goes by the name Kim Namjoon?”

Jin laughs, and unbuttons his suit jacket. “Of course.” Then his face grows serious and he takes his leg off the table.

“What’s this I hear about you divorcing Nara?”

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Bonjour, Bitches! {Jefferson x Reader} ~ Part 3

Hamilton ~ Modern AU (Tech Company)

Jefferson x Reader

2,171 words

A/N: Guess who wrote another chapter!! I was randomly inspired at work that Hamilton was going to do something skeezy in this part and it just spiraled from there! Sorry, I love Hamilton but since this is Jefferson’s story, Hammy gets to be the bad guy. Enjoy and definitely comment if you like this part! I’ll be wrapping this fic up soon and starting on something else, so keep your eyes peeled for my next series. I may get your opinion of what else I should write ;)

Originally posted by freedomfriesandapplepies

You avoided Lafayette or Jefferson or whatever his name was as much as possible the following week. So many questions tumbled around in your mind: Why was he impersonating Lafayette? Why hadn’t you recognized him before? What was he doing here at Hamilton’s firm?

When you were still in grad school, you had read a lot of magazine and journal articles about Thomas Jefferson. Most of them mentioned the feud between Jefferson and Hamilton’s companies, which were both producing similar products. One article even juxtaposed them across two pages and listed their accomplishments, qualifications and new projects, somehow comparing the two competitive geniuses. If you were being honest, you preferred Hamilton’s philosophy of business of Jefferson’s, not only because you sided with Hamilton’s democratic leanings, but also because Jefferson seemed unscrupulous in his dealings. Especially now that you knew he was undercover in his rival’s company, most likely stealing important information.

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Donning a casual black dress with a red shawl over her shoulders, Aranea made her way to the Citadel. Passing by the guards; knowing she was still on good terms with Kefka, she went to the throne room, pausing by the stairs. The dragoon was tired of waiting for Caius to return home to allow him to make choices for her. After all, it was her life and the life of their child that was at stake. But before she could make anything official, she had to spend a bit of time with Kefka. It was long over due anyways. Gods knew they could use a bit of a break.

“You and I are going to spend an evening in town – no arguing. “


Fourth installation of my Toxic series, inspired by the song by Britney Spears. Done in a little less than three hours (which is AMAZING for me, I usually dawdle). Over half-way done with this project! There will be as many panels as tumblr will allow, which I think is 10… correct me if I’m wrong, please.

Been feeling a lot better. A balance of good friends with the right words and being alone seems to be doing the trick.

Hope this finds you well,

me: It’s fucking hot out, I’m just gonna wear, like, lipstick.

me: [somehow ends up with light foundation, filled eyebrows, one shade of eyeshadow, mascara, and lipstick]

(The lipstick is actually light orange lipstick over bright red lip liner because I wanted to see if that would come up with anything noticeably different from my Actually Red-Orange On Purpose lipstick.  It looks almost the same imo.)

[Image description: one close-up photo of a young woman (me) with pink hair in a very short bob.  Two chunks of hair in the front have been braided and pinned back.  Because of the angle, most of the hair that’s showing is my grown out brown roots.  I’m wearing a burgundy tank top.  My eyebrows are medium-heavily filled with dark brown eyeshadow.  My eyelids are covered with light beige shadow.  I’m wearing black mascara, and light orange lipstick over bright red lip liner, which cancels out to being red-orange.]

anonymous asked:

Hi, I would like to request for a sad Kai imagine where you are pregnant and you intend to surprise him with the news, but catch him cheating! Happy ending pleasee thank you!!! :)

of course! hopefully I can pull this scenario off haha. thank you so much for requesting bb ♡♡ p.s since i’m such a lazy ass i didn’t proof-read this either. probably never will omg.

“Biggest Regret”


📌 Genre : Angst / Fluff 

📖 Word Count : 2903

👩 Admin : Raven

Your hand gripped the stick tightly, your palms breaking out into a sweat as you wondered whether or not you were dreaming. You stared blankly at the two lines that appeared on the screen, not fully realizing what they meant.

Pregnant I I

Tears stung the back of your eyes as you let out a joyful sigh, clutching the test against your chest in disbelief. I’m pregnant. A sob broke out from between your lips as you let out a shaky laugh. Jongin is going to be ecstatic. 

But how do I tell him?

Fear ripped through your body, what if he isn’t ready for a child? Swallowing deeply, you ran a hand through your hair and breathed in deeply. A glance at the clock told you that Jongin was going to come home in about 20 minutes. Smiling to yourself, you nodded determinedly.

I’ll tell him when he gets back.

How foolish of you to think that he was going to show up that night alone.

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So, I just started writing this! I’m not very good with writing, I always make it really short and I rarely ever finish. But I like this, so I was hoping someone could tell me how it is? Where can I add details would be especially helpful! Thanks in advance!


It happened within the span of thirty seconds, a fast motion, a splash of dark red blood, pain. Ladybug -Marinette- froze, touching her fingertips to her chest and then staring at the blood that coated her fingers. She screamed as she fell backwards, losing her transformation, and her consciousness. Chat Noir didn’t see her get hit, too focused on the Akumatized victim or else he would have happily dove in front of her. At her scream, he turned to her and leaped towards her as the red light of her transformation shown bright in his eyes.  

“Ladybug!” He yelled before the light died down. As it did, though, a small red Kwami floated around the civilian form of Ladybug frantically. Chat couldn’t bring himself to say the name of the girl in front of him, frozen in shock and disbelief. His Lady was…? 

“Marinette!” The Kwami, Tikki, screamed in her high pitched voice. Chat still couldn’t bring himself to move.  

Sweet, innocent Marinette…my princess, my…my Lady, Chat thought. 

Release the transformation, Adrien. That was Plagg, and so Chat did just that, reversing his transformation back to Adrien.  

“Tikki!” His black cat Kwami screamed as he flew towards Ladybug’s Kwami. Tikki was still rushing around Marinette frantically, but at the sound of Plaggs voice, she stopped, flew straight into his arms, and began crying. Meanwhile, Adrien fell to his knees, scooping the girl in front of him into his arms, careful of her injury. The Akumatized victim was long gone. 

“M-Marinette,” Adrien whispered, his voice breaking, “Hold on princess, you’ll be okay, I promise.” Although he merely whispered it, Marinette stirred in his arms, opening her eyes with a gasp.  

“C-Chat?” She asked as she began to squirm and groan in pain. She hadn’t looked at Adrien clearly, too focused on the pain she felt. For a second, Adrien wasn’t sure how to answer. Then he placed a soft kiss on Marinette’s forehead.

“Yes princess, it’s me,” and with that Marinette finally looked up at him. She was shocked for a second, but then she rolled her eyes, wincing in pain as she did. 

“Alya was right,” she mumbled to herself. The crying Kwami then noticed that Marinette was awake, and flew over to the pair, tears still running down her small head.  

“Marinette! Im sorry! Im so sorry! I,” she paused looking over at Plagg, “We should have never made you guys do this! You’re just kids and we have put you in so much trouble!” With the little strength she possessed, Marinette reached her hand up, stroking Tikki’s face.  

“You didn’t do anything wrong Tikki, I enjoy being Ladybug,” Marinette said weakly with a smile. Tikki shook her head. Plagg flew forward.  

“She’s right kid. This is too dangerous for you, for both of you,” he said, directing the last part towards Adrien. 

“What? Plagg, no!” Adrien started, but the black Kwami merely shook his head.  
“We’re sorry. You too can no longer be Ladybug and Chat Noir. We’ll fix this, we’ll fix you Marinette, trust me,” Tikki said sadly. Marinette placed all her effort into sitting up. 

“No! Look I’m fine!” Marinette lied. Although the wound was not deep, it was long and stretched from her right hip to just over her heart. It would definitely need stitches before she lost too much blood, and it would most likely leave a scar. What worried Tikki the most, though, was how close the weapon had come to puncturing Marinette’s heart and killing her instantly. 

“Don’t lie Marinette! I know you better than anyone! You can’t change our mind, neither can you Adrien! We have to do this before Marinette losing too much blood!” Tikki shrieked at the pair, surprising Plagg and Marinette who had never seen her so worked up. 

Never had a hero almost die on us though, thought Plagg to himself. Adrien, who had his head downcast in thought, looked up towards the small ladybug Kwami. 

“Will this help her?” He asked quietly. Marinette turned to her partner in shock, knowing what he was thinking. 

“No! Chat! A-Adrien! I’ll be fine, I promise! Please…please don’t do this,” although she started out strong, she whispered the last part, slowly losing any remaining strength she had.  

“Will this help her?” Adrien repeated. It had been only five minutes since she had been hit, but her blood covered his arms and he couldn’t stand it.  
I couldn’t protect her. 

“It will,” Tikki replied. Adrien nodded. He stood up, holding Marinette in his arms. She hung lifelessly, having passed out again a minute ago.  

“Then whatever you’re planning…do it. Save her, please,” Adrien whispered looking down at the girl in his arms.  

She was always right behind him. He couldn’t believe it. Her smiling face entered his mind and tears slowly filled his eyes. Turning his attention to the Kwami’s, he watched as they flew over to the item Ladybug had summoned with her lucky charm: a red and black spotted boomerang. It had been during the summoning of her lucky charm that she had been struck, and so the item had fallen, forgotten on the floor. Together, Tikki and Plagg threw it into the air as Ladybug frequently did, but the words that left their mouths were different. 

“Miraculous Forget!” The two yelled and similar to Miraculous Cure, a red and black light erupted from the item, fixing the damage that was caused by the Akuma. The red and black light swam over the pair of heroes, and when it dissipated, Marinette was gone. Then a black and green light appeared, after the first one, and as it surrounded Adrien, his eyes closed and he blacked out.  
Goodbye, my Lady, was his last thought.  


It made nearly dying well worth it. That’s how I feel now.


Mandy quietly shut the door to her apartment, being careful not to wake the other currently sleeping in the room over. Her eyes darted over to the clock, red lights barely lit up over the small black screen reading two-thirty am. Kicking off her shoes slightly Mandy cautiously crept through the dark house but found herself taken back when she found that the other was still very much awake. There the brunette stood slightly dumbfounded drenched in someone else’s blood. “Look I can explain everything but I have to shower first.. Why are you awake?” She paused for a moment before continuing on. “You were supposed to be asleep right now. I usually have time to clean up but- shit happened. I really didn’t want you to see me like this, ever.” Simply Mandy never mentioned  her job for the reason that it wasn’t legal, she always covered it up with working part time at an auto body shop. Shoving the bathroom door wide open, the girl walked inside letting out a groan as she slid the curtain back beginning to strip her messy clothes off waiting for a reaction from the other.