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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Miraculous_Ladybug
  Relationship:
      Marinette_Dupain-Cheng/Original_Female_Character(s), Adrien_Agreste/
      Original_Female_Character(s)
  Character:
      Adrien_Agreste, Ladybug_(Miraculous_Ladybug), Chat_Noir_(Miraculous
      Ladybug), Mrs._Agreste_(Miraculous_Ladybug), Gabriel_Agreste, OFC,
      Original_Female_Character, Nino_(Miraculous_Ladybug), Alya_Césaire, Chloé
      Bourgeois, Nathalie_Sancoeur
  Additional Tags:
      Smut, Explicit_Sexual_Content, Oral_Sex, Shower_Sex, Public_Sex, Sibling
      Incest, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, actually_there_is_plot, just
      lots_of_brother_sister_sex, a_ton_of_sex, How_Do_I_Tag
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-07-05 Updated: 2017-12-13 Chapters: 14/? Words: 26539
****** Don't Let Them Look Through The Curtains ******
by DarkMindVagabond
Summary
     Curtains are made of soft material that block out the unwanted
     light... And shield people from seeing what lies beyond. Deep within
     these dark walls, hide the secrets of the Agreste family. Some are
     more dark than others... And most are illegal. But who will stop
     them? Certainly not themselves... They will need help. But it will be
     tough listening to reason between Mrs. Agreste: The Photographer
     "alcoholic", Gabriel Agreste: The Fashion Designer "Adulterer",
     Adrien Agreste: The Hot Model "Drug Addict", and Gracelyn Agreste:
     The Prideful Vocalist "Incestuous slut".
Notes
     AU where Mrs. Agreste is at home and Adrien has a sister... And their
     entire family is incredibly fucked up. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! There
     will be Incest, drug/alcohol abuse, and adultery. The story is based
     on the song Dollhouse, by Melanie Martinez.
     For anyone who would like to know what Gracelyn looks like, here's
     the link! I drew her myself, and she has a tattoo on her ass, yes. It
     wasn't MY idea! It was Adrien's. Blame him!
     http://mutanicmayhem.deviantart.com/art/Gracelyn-Agreste-622473563
     (Copy and paste, friends. Copy and paste)
     ALSO!!! For those who are interested in seeing BS sex scenes, drawn
     by me, they are also on my DA page ^-^
***** We'll Be A Perfect Family *****
D.O.L.L.H.O.U.S.E.
I see things that nobody else sees.
The words are far truer than she cares to realize. She knows everything that
goes on within the walls of this beautiful house of lies. The secret of the
family goes deeper than the basement under the floorboards. Everybody that
knows the Agreste name sees nothing but success when thinking of them and their
family.
Gabriel Agreste, world famous fashion designer. His line of work has more
recognition than Jagged Stone's records. To the jewel infused handbags to the
top dollar leather trench coats with chinchilla fur collars, he is a successful
businessman with a beautiful wife and loving children.
Melanee Agreste, well known photographer. Her works are coasting the internet
like a surfboard over rough waters. She's a beauty to behold and if not
married, a well desired woman across all of France. Her children take
precedence in her life and she'd give the world to them in a heartbeat.
Adrien Agreste, teenage model. His father's company wouldn't be as good as it
was now if it wasn't for his son to model his work for him. The face on
billboards, street corners, and magazines, Adrien has everything that a teenage
boy could ask for.
Gracelyn Agreste, vocal prodigy. She's been featured in more Jagged Stone songs
than there are stars in the skies. When anyone thinks of a voice that can
change octaves in the blink of an eye and make the audience ask for more, they
think Gracelyn Agreste.
They are the perfect family, right?
Wrong.
Gracelyn's biggest obstacle at the moment is the red stain in the pure white
rug in their foyer. On her knees, scrubbing at the stain, her heart thudded in
her chest at the thought of someone seeing this impure stain. The red soaked
into the carpet like blood and smelled of fermentation. Tiny shards of glass
found their way into her hands and she flinched as her hand began to bleed from
the vicious movements of the brush on the carpet going back and forth.
The house was relatively quiet to her… Or maybe that is because she decides to
block everything out. But something that can be heard across the house? The
sound of sweat covered skin slapping together and the squeaks of a mahogany
desk on a marble tiled floor. Gracelyn blushes. Her thoughts go from one place
and then back to the task at hand.
The bleach began to eat at the stain and she watched as the slight red went to
pure white once again and she stood up off her knees, carrying the cleaning
supplies back into the kitchen and stowing them away for another time. Gracelyn
takes care of her cuts at the sink and slides on black leather gloves to hide
the bandages from sight.
Her legs carry her from the kitchen and up the stairs to the long hallway. On
the first left was her father's office. That's where the squeaking was located.
Gracelyn knew exactly what was happening behind those doors so she continued to
walk by, her face staying neutral. The first right was her parent's bedroom.
The door was open and the bed was unmade and articles of clothing were
scattered generously across the carpet and bedspread. She continued.
The next right was her mother's darkroom, where she spent most of her time. In
fact, she was in there right now, developing her latest works in chemicals that
can make any normal man pass out. She continued.
The next left was her brother's bedroom. Despite her parent's ignorance,
Gracelyn could smell the stench of expensive bought cologne oozing from the
doors. To cover the cannabis smell, perhaps. Gracelyn knows all too well what
goes on behind those closed doors. About what is in his dresser, nightstand,
and trash bin. Gracelyn continues.
She stops at the final door on the left and turns on her heel, entering the
room with purpose, closing the door behind her and locking it. She strips
herself of clothes and grabs her pale blue silk robe from her bed, tying it
around her waist and sitting herself at the computer, her legs spread wide open
like a book cover. She began to browse the web with absent fingers typing at
the keyboard and lazy eyes scanning the screen. Eventually, it became too much
for her tired eyes and she lied down on her baby blue silk bed and relaxed into
the cold fabric, the chill running from her spine to her toes, and she sighed
with perfect content. Blissful ignorance.
Any moment, her brother would open the door. It was almost 8 PM. Melanee and
Gabriel have a black tie party to attend tonight and they will be gone all
night long.
It's the perfect time for Gracelyn to indulge in her sick distractions. She
knows just how wrong it is for them to partake in such things. But when has
things being wrong ever stopped this family? Between her mother dropping the
wine glass on the carpet and leaving it for someone else to clean, her father
indulging himself in that sophisticated, red streaked assistant of his, and her
brother having a bad addiction to a hallucinogenic, this is mild… Right?
Time stops for Gracelyn when the door opens and the only thing visible is her
body sprawled on the bed with her silk robe parted slightly, showing off her
cream colored legs in the glistening moonlight. Her blond hair lay like a pool
of gold behind her head and shined with the glitter covering it like stars. Her
lips were parted and her breath was even, any sense of nervousness completely
gone from her body.
Adrien stands there, the large roach in his teeth completely forgotten as he
puts it out on her desk and brushes the ashes into the garbage bin. His feet
are bare and cold against the tile floor and his chest uncovered by the shirt
he usually wears. He stands at the foot of her bed in nothing but a pair of
blue jeans. His hair is slightly ruffled and his cheeks bright red at the sight
of her.
Gracelyn blushes in turn and beckons him to come closer with his fingers. He
obeys like a well-trained pup and crawls up her bed, his body encasing hers
with his strong arms resting next to her head and his legs nestled between her
thighs. Her fingers find themselves around his neck and he's dragged into the
sensation of her slowly squeezing the life from him. His heart bangs against
his ribcage as she makes a slow, sultry move towards his neck, arching herself
off the bed slowly, her lips closing the distance between skin and skin. He
breathes and his eyes slide shut.
They have never said a word between these encounters they have. It's always
just moans, grunts, and slaps. Never was an intelligible word used. Because it
seemed as if, for a few hours, they were not blood related… She was just a girl
on a bed and he was just a guy, ready to take her on that bed.
Gracelyn makes Adrien strip his jeans first. The fabric tangles around his legs
for an awkward moment as he urgently kicks them to the floor. Gracelyn's
shoulders roll forward as she slowly shrugs free of the soft silk around her
body, now a discarded heap next to blue jeans. Adrien leans forward and kisses
her. His lips are a tang of cold lemonade, peppermint, and dope. She's become
used to this taste on her tongue and adores it every time his own dives into
her mouth, coating her lips and her teeth in his salivating tastes.
His breath hitches as her hands move from his shoulders and down his back,
previous scrapes still not healed. Gracelyn makes it her business to always
leave marks on her brother. Whether it is a hickey, claw mark, or bruise,
there's always a mark after the encounter. Just like he does to her. Except,
his marks are usually bruises or hickeys. He doesn't claw. He doesn't scratch.
He sucks and smacks and it drives Gracelyn crazy.
Nails crawl down his flesh and towards the curve of his bum and they curve into
the tender flesh, making Adrien purr. Gracelyn grins. Adrien reaches towards
the crown of her head and runs his fingers through the golden locks beneath her
and gently ghosting them down your torso and towards her core. He felt her heat
from his hand as it slowly slides into the wetness that made a damp spot upon
the bedspread. It feels like warm honey.
Gracelyn moans softly, her nails digging deeper into his ass. He grunts as his
fingers spread her apart and dive deep into her, slicing the wet sounds in time
with the way her hips bucked at his digits. His breath crawls up her nose and
he pants rapidly as he shoves his fingers deep in her cunt, making her moan and
squirm under his strong body. She was close. He could feel it in the way she
was contracting around his fingers. He wouldn't let her go that quickly though.
He removed his fingers from inside of her and brought them to her mouth,
letting her clean his fingers free of her wet liquids. She eagerly accepts. Her
tongue dances around his finger, gently licking in between every space before
sucking on his middle finger. Adrien groaned and reached for her hands, holding
them above her head and used one hand to position himself to the entrance of
her warm, wet center.
Her walls spread apart, eager to accept his wide girth inside of her. He used
his cock like a piston, shoving inside at angry, rapid paces. His hips bucked
angrily as her bed squeaked with every move he made. His bright green eyes
stared deep within her piercing blue ones and he fisted his hand in her hair,
moving at the pace of a wild animal. Gracelyn wound her legs around his hips
and gripped the bars behind her pillows, trying desperately to meet his thrusts
in turn.
The act was fast, rough, and angry. Adrien would near his orgasm every time she
had hers but before he could finish, he pulled out and put her on her hands and
knees on the bed. He stood on his knees and forced her face into the mattress
before thrusting hard and fast, ready to explode. Her mind was spinning with
pleasure, after already coming, she was about to near her second euphoria.
Adrien began to assault her ass with hard, loud smacks of his hands, bruising
the pale flesh with red blisters. Gracelyn's moans turned into high pitched
squeaks and screams of pleasure. Her pussy grew incredibly tight around his
cock every time he slapped her and he kept it up, hoping to milk this orgasm as
much as physically possible. One hard, bed shaking thrust and slap later,
Adrien pulled out of her, releasing his load across her back and ass, coating
the ends of her hair with the sticky white liquid in the process.
Gracelyn's hands went to her clit and she began to rub vigorously and wiggled
her cum covered ass. It only took a few seconds before she finally came, her
legs shaking and her back arching as she did so. Her pussy oozed her own cum as
she collapsed on the cold sheets, covered in sweat and her brother's cum. She
panted and gasped as her brother in turn fell down next to her, smiling a
wicked smile.
She smiled back, reaching out and touching his lips, dragging them down his
chest and then turning on her back, her chest rising and falling with every
passing second. Adrien slid over to her and put his head down on her stomach,
his hair sticking to the sweaty skin below him. She smiled and ran her fingers
through his blond locks… This was wrong. They knew it. A brother and sister
having sex... Wrong on many levels and frowned upon no matter how fucked up
your family is… But they loved it. It felt so dangerous, fucked up, disgusting,
but… Even with all of that, they could never stop.
This wasn't love. They didn't love each other. They lusted each other. For such
a long time, Gracelyn's panties always got soaked at Adrien's modeling shoots.
Adrien always watched the curve of Gracelyn's ass every time she opened that
pretty mouth of hers. He stared at her tits, admired her bum, fainted over her
legs… Gracelyn couldn't get enough of Adrien's dick. It was long, thick and
perfect for her tight cunt. His hands were rough and angry, but soft and
untouched. His lips are a drug, and in some ways, addicting. Just like the weed
he smokes.
She lusts for his body, playing with her pussy to the sight of his pictures.
Adrien rubs his cock when she struts around the house in small miniskirts and
tight tank tops. They are nothing but sex objects to each other… But they still
love each other like any brother and sister would. Just… with benefits.
And this? It is basic to what their father does behind closed doors.
***** Your Bitter Taste Won't Let Me Be *****
The day came time for school to be set back in motion and although Gabriel
protested, Melanee insisted that the two be sent to school. Adrien and Gracelyn
didn't argue at all. Gracelyn got Adrien's approval of her first day outfit, a
short white skirt and pure pink blouse with floral lace patterns. Her shoes
were simple white flats. Gracelyn was the vision of virgin. Though her
virginity had been nonexistent for several years, no one at school needed to
know that.
Gracelyn went into the school first; Adrien hung back because of an old man
being hurt by a passerby. Since Gracelyn has never actually helped someone
without also hurting them, she doesn't any longer. Besides—Adrien is always
there to help and it makes Gracelyn happy to know how much of a good spirited
brother she has. When she entered the school, students in the courtyard
recognized her immediately.
"Gracelyn Agreste?! At our school?"
"She's even hotter in person!"
"What do you think she's doing here?"
"Duh! She's a student now!"
Gracelyn was blushing at everyone's words. She knew that she was making her
family name proud. Just as Adrien will at his photo shoot later today. The idea
of the shoot made Gracelyn's head swim with impure thoughts. Her face went
redder as she moved towards her assigned class.
When the door opened, everyone looked up and they stared, smiling wide.
"Ah, you must be Gracelyn." The woman at the front of the class stated with a
warm smile. Gracelyn smiled back, holding out her class list for her to sign
off on. New students always got the list to make sure they got to their proper
classes. If not all the teachers signed off on them, the principal would direct
them to their actual classes.
The woman, Ms. Bustier, gave the paper back to Gracelyn and smiled as she told
her to sit down at an empty seat. The seat in the back of the class was free,
next to a boy with orange headphones and a red snapback hat. She pulled her
short skirt down slightly and blushed as her thighs came in contact with the
cold polished wooden bench.
"Ms. Agreste, what would you like me to call you? Is there something you prefer
other than your name?" Gracelyn couldn't help but blush. This woman was so
sweet!
"Grace. Not Gracelyn, just Grace, ma'am." Ms. Bustier nodded and wrote it down
on the paper in front of her. It was starting to irk Gracelyn that her brother
hadn't shown up yet.
"Ma'am, my brother hasn't showed up yet. Can I go find him?" Ms. Bustier nodded
and Gracelyn jumped up, scampering down the steps and practically flashing
everyone what color underwear she was sporting for the day. She opened the door
and went to find Adrien. Where could he be?
Just then, Gracelyn smelled it… Cannabis. Again! She opened the boy's locker
room door and saw her brother against the wall, a roach between his lips and
his eyes wide with fear. Gracelyn snatched it from his mouth and ran it under a
sink faucet before throwing it in the toilet and flushing it down.
"Grace! What is the matter with you!?" He shouted. Gracelyn growled.
"It's the first freaking day! You cannot smoke in the locker room! Especially
not weed!" She said, narrowing her eyes in anger. Adrien groaned and looked the
other way.
"Ugh, please learn that smoking can't be the answer for everything… I know
you're stressed, I am too. But they are going to make you take a drug test at
the shoot today! You're eyes are extremely bloodshot and the last thing you
need is for dad to find out!" Gracelyn sighed angrily, pinching the bridge of
her nose and sighed, flipping some locks of her hair over her shoulder.
Adrien sighed and reached out, hugging his sister. "You're right. I'll try and
get off the stuff… I'm sorry, Grace." It was really nice to know that after
everything they've done together, they are always brother and sister in the
end—looking out for each other.
"C'mon, I think Ms. Bustier wants to meet you." Adrien smiled his signature
closed eye, cute grin smile and they both headed to class, arms around each
other.
But when they got to class, they had to jump out of the way to avoid getting
hit by the door. A large boy in a skull T-shirt walked out of the door, huffing
angrily and grumbling something not very pleasant. The other students left the
room as well, going opposite directions. Gracelyn shrugged and dragged Adrien
into the classroom so he could meet Ms. Bustier.
"Sorry Madame Bustier, he got lost after we separated. Adrien, give her your
paper." He went into his shoulder bag and handed her the paper and she signed
off on it, smiling innocently.
Gracelyn felt someone tap her on the back of the shoulder and she turned around
to see a small girl with pixie cut blond hair and wearing all pink. She was
holding up one of Gracelyn's CD's and smiling with a silver sharpie in her
hands.
"C-Can I have your autograph, please?" She said with the widest smile that
Gracelyn thinks she's ever seen! How could she say no to someone so adorable?
She nodded with a grin.
"What's your name?" Gracelyn asked.
"Rose," She smiled. "Thank you so much."
Gracelyn wrote her a small message on the front. "Thank you for being a fan,
Rose! Grace." It was the nicest looking cursive that Rose had ever seen.
Without thinking, Rose jumped forward and hugged Gracelyn.
"Thank you!" The girl squealed. Gracelyn smiled and hugged her back before
watching her scamper off to wherever she was heading. She turned around to see
Adrien smirking at her.
"How adorable," He mocked and Gracelyn pushed the palm of her hand into his
cheek. Everything seemed to be an okay day until Gracelyn felt her phone in her
pocket began to buzz. She pulled out her phone and saw it was Nathalie.
"Yes, Nathalie?"
"Your father has requested that you both return home immediately. The wardrobe
choices have arrived for Adrien's shoot and your concert tomorrow night." She
was incredibly monotone about the whole thing and Gracelyn sighed and looked at
Adrien.
"Yes, Nathalie." She hung up. Adrien knew what that meant. They needed to go
home. On the first freaking day of school, they need to leave! Gracelyn didn't
even bother to look up at Ms. Bustier as she walked out of the room with her
head down and bangs in front of her eyes. Adrien's bright green eyes turned to
a dull forest color and she trotted down the stairs first to the limo that was
waiting outside for them.
Gracelyn opened the door and climbed inside first, sitting on the cold leather
seat and feeling the material stick to the back of her legs. Adrien sat down
next to her and out of small instinct, reached over and grabbed her hand.
Gracelyn blushed and smiled at her brother before turning her gaze out of the
window to watch as the school drifted away from them.
Adrien's finger was practically itching from reaching within his pocket and
Gracelyn finally noticed the small stench of cannabis and she squeaked in fear.
Before their father could see, she had to wash that awful smell off of him! It
was incredibly noticeable and Gracelyn is almost positive that Gabriel knows
marijuana when he smells it.
It wasn't until Adrien looked at her that she noticed how intently she was
looking at his hands and her thighs rubbed together in urgency… She needed him.
Badly.
Adrien reached across the seat and grabbed her hands and gently squeezed them.
Very slowly, he leaned over and kissed her cheek. Before he could pull away, he
whispered in her ear.
"Wait until we get home… Then, we can shower together." It's like he read her
mind!
***** Little Bit Of Poison In Me *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Gracelyn pressed her hands to the glass that shrouded with steam and bit down
on her lip as hard as possible. Adrien held her hips in his grasp as tight as
possible and with every thrust, he pushed her closer and closer to the glass.
Her heart pounded in her chest as her brother pounded inside of her. His body
slowly crumbled in on himself as he bent down and bit Gracelyn's neck, making
her almost scream.
Adrien's hand curled around her mouth, muffling her screams in his palm as he
edged her closer and closer to completion. She was a dripping, moaning,
shivering mess. Warm liquid dripped from her cunt as she groaned with reckless
abandon. Adrien was close too. She could feel him twitching within her and it
was making her moan louder into his hand.
"Shhh," Adrien shushed her in a subtle way that made her even more aroused.
"Mom and dad might hear you."
Gracelyn knew the risk they were taking. They couldn't get caught. It would be
the end of both of them and they both knew it. So Gracelyn had to remain as
quiet as possible. All while her brother held onto her hip with a death grip,
had his other hand over her mouth and holding her jaw, and his rock hard
thickness moving in and out of her at the pace of a jack hammer! The thought of
it was enough to send her over the edge and she moaned shakily into his palm,
her legs trembling as she slid down the glass and on her knees.
Adrien's hand went to her hair and he pulled her towards his length that was
slick with her cum. She knew exactly what he wanted. Gracelyn sat on her
haunches and opened her mouth to receive his warm and creamy love liquid, her
tongue out and her eyes half closed.
Adrien pumped his cock with a reckless abandon, almost forgetting there was
other people inside of the house. For a few moments, he could forget that the
girl on her knees, ready to swallow his seed, was his slut of a sister. She was
just a thirsty girl.
Having her with her mouth open wasn't enough. Adrien grabbed her head and
forced his long cock down her throat and with the moist wet mouth over his lump
of hard meat, he exploded. His hips jutted forward every so often, going deeper
and making Gracelyn gag. She didn't feel his cum go down, nor did she taste it
when it went down. But when he dragged his slowly softening wood across her
tongue, she could taste the remaining drops of it and she licked her lips.
Adrien couldn't stand anymore. He fell on his knees in turn and put his head
down on Gracelyn's shoulder, panting hard and every muscle feeling like jelly.
That satisfied his need for a high like nothing ever did. This is the kinkiest
place they've ever fucked and it's another one to add to the log book. The
worst place they've done it is in the back of the limo with the divider closed
so that so-called Gorilla didn't see them.
That's a big upside for having heavy tinted windows. No passing motorists could
see you ramming your log into your eagerly horny sister from the back seat.
As Adrien slowly came down from his high, Gracelyn was rubbing his body with
soaped up hands and slowly scrubbing his messed hair. Adrien kept his mouth
shut and let her treat his body that was about to go under extensive modeling.
Once the water washed out the suds in his golden locks, she rubbed the
conditioner in between her fingers and ran them through his hair. He moaned and
made a cute kitten noise before leaning his head back in pleasure. Gracelyn
scratched his scalp and he fell deeper into her touch. She reached up and
rinsed the conditioner out, running her fingers through his soft, silky, stems.
And despite the extensive work out they both endured, her hair cleaning and
head rubbing was enough to get him all hot and bothered again. Adrien's meat
was poking her inner thigh once again and she spread her legs slightly, rubbing
the head against her dripping wet entrance.
"One more time before we go? We could use the floor…" Gracelyn suggested.
Adrien grinned and laid himself down on the sudsy shower floor, the water
beating down on his hips and sensitive, erect penis that stood right up for his
sister's waiting pussy. Very slowly, she lowered herself down on top of him and
felt him hit that special place inside of her instantly. She faced away from
him, her hands on either side of his head as she lifted her hips up and down,
her long gold hair in his face as she looked towards the ceiling.
Adrien reached up and around her body to put his hands on her full breasts that
bounced up and down as her ass smacked against his pelvis every time she felt
him thrust into her.
This went on for quite some time. If there's one thing that Gracelyn will never
tire of, it's her brother's cock. But there's one thing that Melanee will tire
of.
Catching her husband in the act over and over again.
Melanee crossed the foyer to the staircase and climbed it, a new manila folder
in her hands and excited to show her husband the new print layouts for this
month's issue. As her heels clicked on the marble floor, she approached his
office and raised her hand to knock but stopped herself.
She heard that all too familiar squeaking. And wanton-like moaning. Along with
masculine grunts. Very slowly, Melanee twisted the curved doorknob and cracked
the white spruce wood door to peek inside. Wrong choice.
Gabriel sat on his office chair, fully clothed, but his dick out of his pants
completely; and on top of him sat his half clothed secretary with her garter
belt stockings and black laced bra covered by an opened button up red blouse.
Her hair was let loose and at disarray and her glasses all but forgotten on the
floor. She was biting her red painted lip as her eyes slid shut to cover her
obvious pleasure as Gabriel's hands were clasped around her hipbones, thrusting
into her like his cock needed her moisture to keep pumping.
Melanee was not mad. Or even sad. Just disappointed in him. She should have
expected him to stoop so low as to fuck Nathalie on their children's' first day
of school. She shut the door as quietly as she opened it and reached inside of
the waistband of her skirt, removing the silver flask. She unscrewed the cap
and tipped her head back as the liquid burned her throat. Her whiskey intake
had been up in the last week and there was no way she was clear for driving. It
wasn't like she was going to try and drive because that's not what this family
pays for.
Melanee made her way towards her son's room and knocked on it slightly. After a
few seconds, the door opened and Adrien was sopping wet, his hair sticking to
his face and he was panting very hard like he just ran a marathon.
"Yes, mom?" He said, smiling that innocent smile. Melanee narrowed her eyes at
confusion.
"Did you run laps in the shower? And why are you still showering? We have to
leave very soon!" She shouted at her son. He flinched in understanding her
frustration.
"I know, mom! I'll be out in a second, I promise!" Adrien smiled and then
slammed the door shut. Melanee shrugged and went towards Gracelyn's door and
knocked. When no one answered, she opened the door and all she saw was her
clothes she was wearing this morning and dirty undergarments. That's odd;
Gracelyn should be in here.
All thoughts, though, were put on hold when the earth shook outside.
Earthquake? No.
Melanee ran to the front door and stepped outside, seeing a police van go
barreling across the skies!
From inside, Gracelyn was sat in a towel on her brother's sofa and had the TV
on, showing her and her brother what was happening outside.
"I'm asking all Parisians to stay home until this situation is under control!"
They mayor declared. News crews flooded him with questions and terror filled
shouts of demand.
"As incredible as it seems, it's been confirmed that Paris is indeed being
attacked by a super villain. The police have been struggling to keep the
situation under control," The reporter said, looking down at her tablet and
then back at the camera. Gracelyn leaped up from the couch and Adrien jumped at
her sudden movement.
"I have to get dressed! And so do you!" She said as she ran out of her room in
a complete frantic. Once back inside her own room, she pulled on her
undergarments and outfit before blow drying her hair and applying her make up
once again. Once she was dressed, she stumbled out of her room and towards the
open front door with her mother. Melanee wrapped her arms around Gracelyn and
began breathing heavily.
"Oh my gosh, I thought you were still outside! Thank God, you're safe," Melanee
said, hugging her daughter tightly. Gracelyn smiled and pushed her head into
her mother's shoulder. It was rare that she received affection from her parents
and she cherished the moments she had with any of them. The only one that would
show her affection was her brother… This was a pleasant change.
"I'm fine, mom. I've been here this whole time," Gracelyn hugged her mother
back and smiled as her grip around Gracelyn's shoulders tightened.
"And here, you will stay! Don't leave this house until this is resolved.
Understood?" Gracelyn nodded and turned her head before running back inside and
knocking on Adrien's door.
"Adrien! Can I come in?" She said. There was no answer… That's odd.
"Adrien?" Gracelyn opened the door and stepped inside, seeing the room
completely empty. She walked around the room and saw that the window was open.
Oh no, he was gone! "Adrien!" She shouted outside. But there was no response.
Gracelyn bit her lip and slowly walked towards Adrien's bed, sitting down on it
and letting her face hit the pillow. Kicking off her shoes, she curled up in
her brother's sheets, smelling his beautiful aroma, along with the unmistakable
stench of pot. She'll have to get that out eventually.
Gracelyn didn't know how long she had been laying there until she fell asleep
on the bed, skirt up above her ass, shirt bunched around her bosom, hair
covering the pillows, drool slightly on the pillowcases. Just wait until he
comes back to this scene.
Chapter End Notes
     I have plans to write as many sex scenes as possible, to showcase
     Gracelyn's and Adrien's addiction. They are very addicted to each
     other's bodies and fucking each other and if you've decided that you
     don't want to read a sex scene almost every other chapter, sometimes
     every chapter, this story probably isn't for you.
     But for all that like that stuff, continue on! ^-^ Thank you all so
     much!
***** Hey Girl, Look At My Mom *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Gracelyn's eyes went wide when she heard someone's voice. She moaned in
complete discomfort of being awoken and she sat on her knees, dropping down and
stretching out her back, her ass in the air and revealing her panties under her
short skirt as it rode up.
"Adrien? Is that you?" She said rubbing her eyes and turning around, sitting on
her knees, her legs spread and her hands resting in between her legs. "Where
did you go?"
"Uh, I had to go to the locker room! I accidentally left my phone in there," He
held out his phone to her and she looked at him very suspiciously. He smiled
innocently and Gracelyn just smiled and jumped off his bed, walking towards him
as her hips swayed back and forth.
"As long as you got home safely… That super villain… you had me worried. I had
to sleep in your bed to feel safe," Her voice purred against his neck as he
became visibly tense. Gracelyn noticed this almost immediately. "Is everything
alright, Adrien?"
"I just remembered!" Adrien said, jumping in place. "I have a ton of things to
do and I can't do them now that you're here to distract me with your charm, so
you have to go!" Adrien pushed her towards the door and she stood outside as it
slammed in her face. Gracelyn jumped back at the slam and gaped at the door.
That was… weird. Gracelyn said inside of her head. I hope he's okay. She
decided to return to her room and turn on her television. New faces plastered
the screen and she gazed upon the people that saved Paris. A skinny, but
muscular girl in a red and black spotted suit and wearing a similar mask. Her
hair was black, her eyes were blue, and her name was Ladybug.
But she was too busy staring at the blond boy in a cat suit. His muscles
protruded from every curve upon his suit, two cat ears stuck up through his
hair and his tail was a long black belt. He had a baton on his back and his
eyes were acid green. Dear God, he looked like walking sex!
Despite everything, she couldn't help but feel like he was familiar… But those
eyes told her something completely different. No one's eyes looked like that.
She stared at him for a very long time before blushing furiously at the
dampness in between her legs. She turned off the TV and left her bedroom,
walking down the hallway and towards the laundry room. She would throw her
panties in to get them clean before someone asked any questions. She always did
her own laundry because it was too risky for others to ask about the various
stains she gets on them.
Gracelyn approached the room but heard the washer rumbling away. She was about
to walk away when she heard a loud moan from the other side of the door.
Surely, that wasn't her mother… Very slowly, Gracelyn opened the door and gaped
at the sight before her.
There her mother was, her dress hiked up over her waist and her breasts pulled
free from her bra, bouncing at the shaking of the machine underneath her. She
sat on her knees, her legs spread slightly as she bit down on her lip, gripping
the edge of the machine with a white knuckled grasp. A vibrating sex toy was
positioned perfectly inside of her as it shook with the machine and her hips
moved up and down on top of it.
Gracelyn's hands were shaking and her knees were trembling as she saw her
mother, the most wonderful woman she has ever known, fuck herself with a beige
colored dildo and on top of their washing machine. Did she do this often? Did
Gracelyn just miss it?
Melanee's eyes were completely closed as she gasped in pleasure, her pussy
throbbing and her tits bouncing up and down. Her legs were trembling as she
thrust her hips up and down on the toy. This was so much better than her
husband, because she was controlling it. And her husband's dick didn't vibrate,
so this was a huge plus.
Melanee's hand went down to her sensitive clitoris and she rubbed violently at
it. Her other hand gripped her own ass as she moved faster, turning around and
sticking her ass out for her daughter to stare at. Though, Melanee had no
fucking clue that Gracelyn was there, staring at her in utter shock.
She bounced up and down harder, throwing her head back and gasping for breath
as she tried her best to keep silent as she neared orgasm. Her own hand came
down hard on her ass and the slap echoed throughout the room. She did it again.
And again. And again until her skin was red with marks. She moved one hand to
her breasts and pulled at the sensitive tips while her other went back to
rubbing at her clit.
Gracelyn hated to admit it, but this was easily the most erotic thing she's
ever seen, other than watching the video of her and her brother fucking so hard
that he knocked pictures off the wall and almost broke the glass to his bedroom
windows. Her hands went down and towards her already dripping wet core and she
reached under her skirt, moving her panties aside and wasting no time, sticking
a finger deep inside herself.
This was the wrongest thing she's ever done; Gracelyn knew this very well. But
for the love of fuck, she didn't care! All she cared about was that beautiful
woman on the machine, riding that dildo like it was giving her life! There was
always this feeling in the back of her skull that made her want to vomit… But
then again, there was that feeling in her pussy that said, 'Fuck it! Whatever
makes your vagina happy!' And Gracelyn tended to listen to her desires much
more than her brain.
Gracelyn's thumb pressed against her clitoris and she gently rubbed as she
thrust her fingers in and out of herself, making very vulgar noises. Gracelyn
bit down on her lip to keep her moans inside as she heard her mother's cry of
completion. Melanee gasped at the remarkable pleasure, her cum leaking down the
toy and onto the washing machine. Gracelyn watched as she went stiff and leaned
back on her hands, still sitting with her toy snugly inside her dripping wet
cunt.
Gracelyn felt herself coming as well and with a low groan deep in her throat,
she threw her head back but in doing so, it bashed against the wall. Her heart
stopped at the loud noise but her hands did not as she continued to fuck
herself silly. Tiny gasps escaped her mouth as she looked down and saw the
liquid running down her legs. Her panties were completely ruined. Her mother's
voice silenced completely and she heard a soft rasping noise and Gracelyn shook
in fear. As quickly as possible, she wiped her hand off on the back of her
panties and jumped aside, running towards the kitchen to avoid the wrath of her
mother.
Once she stumbled inside, she fell down and landed at the feet of black high
heeled shoes. She looked up at the familiar face of Nathalie who was holding a
simple clothes basket. It was her father's laundry.
"Excuse me, Gracelyn… Are you alright?" Nathalie helped the poor girl up, her
legs still trembling with fear and pleasure. She nodded in fright.
"Well, I should get this to the washroom-"
"Oh, please Nathalie! Let me take care of this," She said, taking the basket
from her hands. Nathalie stood in shock and just let the girl do as she
pleased. Gracelyn headed towards the laundry room and stood in front of the
door just as her mother was swinging it open.
"Grace! Hello!" She said, her heart rate thrumming hardly. Gracelyn's entire
face went red as she smiled at her mother, walking passed her and into the
laundry room. As soon as she was inside, she quickly put the basket down and
stripped herself of her panties, hiding them within her father's clothes. She
laid the basket next to the machine, letting everyone know that these were next
to wash. Once she finished cleaning herself up, she removed herself from the
room, her sensitive snatch basking in the cool air of the air conditioner.
She really was addicted to sex and orgasms, huh? It was dangerous too… Gracelyn
had no intentions of stopping. But of course, her hands were no match for her
brother's meaty cock. She'll be wanting that next time.
Chapter End Notes
     I hope you all know that this will just get more and more fucked up
     as it goes. I hadn't planned on making this about Gracelyn
     masturbating to her mother, but I was getting sick and twisted ideas,
     man... But believe me, this isn't as fucked up as things get.
     It will get much worse! Hope you all like, sex, drugs, swearing, and
     angst! I will soon be writing very angry, very vulgar sex scenes and
     that will be tons of fun! Thank you all for reading! It makes me
     happy to know that I’m not the only very screwed up person out there!
     Please, tell me what you all think of my writing! I am having a lot
     of fun with this! You guys give me all the ideas you want! Thank you
     so much!
***** Pacify Her, She's Getting On My Nerves *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
It would seem that luck wasn’t on the side of the Agreste family. Sadly, Adrien
and Gracelyn had to return to school. When Gracelyn had returned to the car
with her brother, she saw that he looked more anxious than normal. Cautiously,
she breathed in the air and took note. He didn’t smell of marijuana… But
smelled absolutely awful, nonetheless!
“Oh my stars, Adrien! What is that? Your sparring clothes? It reeks!” She
covered her nose and he looked like someone just smacked him in the face.
“Oh! Yeah, sorry… I haven’t washed them in a while,” He grinned sheepishly and
looked as if he would turn green at any moment. Gracelyn gave him a very funny
look.
“You alright? You’ve been acting weird since… after the shower,” She whispered
the last part. His cheeks turned a bright shade of pink and he looked down at
his shoes.
“I-I’m fine, Grace. Really.” He seemed set on dropping the subject and Gracelyn
bit her lip in worry, turning to look out of the window.
The car pulled up to the school and they exited, Gracelyn flattening her skirt
as gently as humanly possible. After today’s school day, she has to go to the
wardrobe department and pick out her style for this album’s photo shoot.
Needless to say, Gracelyn wasn’t looking forward to it.
“Hey, isn’t that Chloe?” Gracelyn said, looking at the girl with the blond
ponytail once they got inside the school.
“Hey, Chloe!” He called. The girl squealed in happiness.
“Adrikins, you came!” Chloe wrapped her arms around him and he jumped a little.
And then, the entire crowd suddenly flocked to him like he was the biggest
celebrity that Paris had ever seen.
Gracelyn leaped back from the crowd as they attacked her brother. A wave of
laughter washed over her as he almost fell over.
“Have fun with the crowd, brother!” Gracelyn said, walking off, swaying her
beautiful hips and making him stare in anger and amazement. But he was brought
back to reality when several people asked for his autograph.
On Gracelyn’s way to class, she almost took a tumble down the large staircase
she was climbing but was suddenly caught by someone. He was in her class, she
was sure. And he was wearing red and a white and blue striped wristband.
“Whoa, careful there Agreste!” He said, smirking as he helped her up with
strong, tan arms. Gracelyn blushed and stood up straight, brushing off her face
in embarrassment.
“I’m sorry! I… hardly know what way is up right now,” Gracelyn apologized to
the muscular classmate that seemed to be towering over her. She rubbed the back
of her neck as he just kind of stared at her.
“Well, good news is… You can fly your way away from your problems,” Oh my God,
he’s making a pun about my new album! Gracelyn’s head screamed.
“Aha! So you’ve heard of me,” She grinned, stepping up the stairs swiftly.
“Well, sure!” He said, placing one hand on his hip and using his eyes to stare
at her with total admiration. “I don’t know a single person in the school who
hasn’t heard of you. You’re songs are amazing!” Gracelyn’s face went red.
“Well, thank you.” She turned around and hopped towards her classroom. She took
the second seat on the left side, sitting alone for the moment. But then she
heard her brother’s fans freaking out as he shoved a marker back into his back.
“This is your seat, Adrikins!” Chloe said, motioning towards the first seat on
the right. “I saved it for you, right in front of me!”
“Thanks, Chloe,” Adrien put his hand down on her shoulder and took the seat
next to the boy, Nino. “Uh, hey… Adrien!” He held out his hand to Nino who
gazed at him, then at Chloe.
“You’re friends with Chloe then, huh?” The two turned and saw Chloe handing
over chewed up gum to her minion, Sabrina, who put it down in the seat in front
of Gracelyn.
“Hey!” Adrien said. “What’s that all about?”
“The brats that sat here before need a little… Attitude adjustment.” Chloe
said, crossing her arms. Gracelyn was tapping her nails on the table angrily
and glaring at Chloe.
“You really think that’s necessary?” Adrien tried to remove the gum without
touching it too much. Chloe told him to sit back and watch the master. Gracelyn
was practically seething when the two girls that sat there walked in.
“Hey!” She shouted, running towards her seat. Adrien looked like a deer in the
headlights. He rose to his feet, shaking and stuttering in fear.
Chloe and Sabrina started cackling with laughter and the girl looked absolutely
pissed.
“Okay, I get it. Good job, you three. Very funny.” She put her hands on her
hips and glared up at Adrien. Gracelyn was trying to restrain herself from
biting Chloe’s head off.
“N-No! I was just trying to take it off!” He said, frowning.
“Oh, really?!” She kneeled down and put a tissue over the disgusting gum.
“You’re friends with Chloe, right?”
“Why do people keep saying that?” He whispered. She grumbled in anger and took
her seat as Adrien took his.
Gracelyn suddenly leaped over the table and tapped the girl on the shoulder.
She turned around and looked at her sweet face.
“You shouldn’t be so hard on him. I did see what happened. It was Chloe’s
idea,” She whispered. The girl eyed her suspiciously and another girl sat down
next to her, staring at Gracelyn. Cautiously, she waved at them and they turned
around, ignoring her. She groaned with disappointment. Adrien turned around to
look at Gracelyn who shrugged and pointed at the girl.
He nodded in sadness and turned back around, facing the front.
Gracelyn pulled out her phone and texted her brother. He jumped at the feeling
of his phone vibrating.
Mad Hatter – Don’t worry about it, Adrien. It wasn’t your fault and that’s all
that matters.
Adrien quickly texted back.
My Cry Babe – It doesn’t stop me from feeling bad about it, Grace. I hope I can
fix it.
Gracelyn tapped the desk with her thumbnail before putting her phone away and
sighed. From what she could see, Adrien was talking to Nino though. That’s
good.
After class began, Ms. Bustier finally showed and began taking attendance.
“Agreste, Adrien?” There was silence before Adrien registered that she said his
name and leaped up.
“Present!” He said. Everyone snickered at his outburst and he sat back down.
“Bourgeois, Chloe?”
“Present!” Chloe said, waving slightly.
“Bruel, Ivan?” With that, the door came down off its hinges and turned into
splinters at the hands of the stone man in the doorway. Gracelyn jumped up with
shock and took a step back in fear. The monster screamed a name. Mylene.
“Let go of me, Ivan!” She demanded. Gracelyn took this opportunity to run out
of the room and the school, stumbling down the steps in the process. As she ran
off, she turned around just in time to see the side of the wall collapse. In
the monster’s hands were Mylene and… Chloe? That, she didn’t understand.
Gracelyn didn’t want to get involved in this at all but as she was running, she
fell and scraped her knee on the pavement. Sighing in pain, she hissed and
turned over, looking at the blood dripping down her porcelain skin.
She stood up and tried to hobble away but in this process, she fell and was
expecting to land on the ground. But instead, she was caught by strong arms.
She looked up at this so-called Chat Noir. His eyes were even more beautiful
and familiar in person.
“Careful, miss. Don’t want you fallin’ for anyone else, now would we?” He said.
That voice! It was so familiar.
“Um… N-No!” She stuttered and mentally slapped herself for sounding like such a
little bitch. She was trying to focus or do something other than look stupid
but… That body!
Gracelyn’s eyes traveled passed his face towards his broad chest and completely
down to his feet. Chat waved his hand in front of her eyes and she blushed,
looking back up towards him.
“Miss, you should probably get home, where it’s safe.” He suggests. Gracelyn
nods vigorously and sprints off towards her house. She opened the front doors
and suddenly, she froze. The stench of alcohol and chemicals were extremely
strong in the house.
Gracelyn took cautious steps upstairs and towards her parent’s bedroom. When
she stood outside, she heard the emptying of bottles and the clinking of glass.
And then, she heard someone throwing up. She wanted to go inside and see if she
was alright but decided against it. If there’s one thing that Melanee doesn’t
like, it’s to show her children that she’s weak.
Ignoring her instincts completely, Gracelyn dragged herself to her room and sat
on the side of her bed, looking at the mannequin that was still blank. She was
chewing on her lip and was incredibly flustered. Only a month until her concert
and she still hasn’t found a designer that can make her theme complete.
Fog machines with blue smoke, red lights, green and blue lasers, back up
dancers wearing similar outfits… The theme is the mad hatter from Alice in
Wonderland. It goes with her new song, Mad Hatter. Because, all the best people
are crazy, no doubt!
This song was Gracelyn’s idea. She wanted something twisted, different, creepy,
and as she wrote the song, she realized that this would be the theme of her
next album. It will all be twisted, creepy, and incredibly different. She has
all the songs. It took her a whole year to write them and many moths to get
them through the record company.
Ginormous Recs will only accept what they think others will like. They were
very hesitant with this material but agreed and they soon got Gracelyn into a
recording studio. The album was set to come out next month, just in time for
her concert. Her only problem now was the outfits… She wanted to design them
and her sketches were planned thoroughly. But she doesn’t trust any other
designers with this because they will try and down play the crazy. She wants
allthe crazy.
Gracelyn sighed and looked at the mannequin that was designed to look like her
own body, and she took off her shoes. There was a loud banging outside of her
house and she covered her ears, trying to drown it out, knowing that it was
those new superheroes.
Gracelyn put her headphones in and tried her best to drown it all out, lying
down on her bed, kicking off her shoes, her hands behind her head, and staring
at the ceiling. And before she knew it, she was asleep.
Chapter End Notes
     From now on, my chapters will be titled with Melanie Martinez Lyrics.
     Since this fanfic is based off her beautiful songs, I think it's
     pretty fitting, you know?
***** Sex Don't Sleep When The Lights Are Off *****
Gracelyn’s door opened to Adrien looking exhausted, sweaty, and just a complete
and utter mess. He dropped his bag onto her floor and fell face first into her
bed. Gracelyn sat up and crossed her legs, looking down at her brother.
“Some first day… First, there’s an attack on the school. And then, a girl is
repulsed by something I didn’t even do, and then, another attack on the
school!” Adrien groaned into the mattress.
“Yeah, that was pretty messed up.” Gracelyn lay down next to him and bumped her
hip against his to get him to look at her. He slightly opened his eyes to look
at her and then closed them again. She snickered.
“Listen, today wasn’t all that bad,” She muttered, looking at the ceiling.
“But I don’t know anyone there…”
“What about Nino? He’s nice. There ya go! Plus one friend!” Gracelyn grinned.
“Pretty sure Marinette counts as a negative friend. Back to zero.” Adrien said,
turning over and looking at the ceiling with her. Gracelyn snorted.
“No such thing as negative friends… You just made one friend and one enemy!”
Her optimism was getting on his nerves and he punched her in the arm. Gracelyn
moaned in fake hurt and Adrien rolled his eyes, still full of dread.
“Look, it’s only been one day. You’ve got friends all around you… You just…
Haven’t met them yet,” Despite her chipper attitude and annoying smirk, he knew
she was right. One day will not determine his fate.
Gracelyn’s mind drifted to unwanted places as she thought about the spandex
superhero that saved her from face planting in the concrete today.
“Hey, did you see how hot that Chat Noir was? It was like walking sex appeal,”
She snickered as she stared up at the ceiling. He growled deep in his throat.
“What would you know about walking sex appeal?”
“Are you kidding?” Gracelyn jumped up and sat herself on his hips, grinding
back and forth ever so slowly. Adrien gulped in understanding. “I know all
about sex appeal… For example…” Gracelyn grabbed his hands and slid them under
her skirt across her hip to let him discover that she wasn’t wearing any
panties whatsoever. It made him blush but also, he became solid under her
already wet core.
Gracelyn leaned down and kissed his neck as he gripped her firm ass in his
hands, his fingernails biting her flesh.
“So… lazy, sleepy sex, or angry, frustrated sex?” She asked, sucking on his
neck as he moaned softly.
“Uhm… Angry and frustrated is so much fun, but, lazy sleepy fits the situation
better.” Adrien analyzed, all while moaning but sliding his bulge across her
wet pussy. She groaned.
“Got it.”
Gracelyn crawled down his body, using her teeth to pull his jeans and boxers
down to his ankles. He was already wrestling his shirt off his head when she
looked up and saw his face already red with color. She crawled up to him on her
hands and knees, smiling wickedly as she leaned down and kissed him. His hands
went to her hair immediately as she slowly pulled her own shirt off her head.
Adrien slowly slid her bra straps off her shoulders and removed the clothing in
a tantalizing slow manner. She was whining by the time he kissed her skin
again, littering her chest and stomach with bite marks and purple bruises. With
frustrated and shaky hands, she gripped at his hair and stood up on the bed,
making him jump back in surprise. She pushed her skirt down to her ankles and
kicked it off and onto his head. He laughed and tossed it away onto the floor.
Gracelyn lowered herself down to the bed, lying on her side and sticking out
her ass slightly, waiting for her brother to make a move. He grabbed her by the
hips roughly and before she could even realize it, he thrust himself inside of
her, making her eyes go wide and gasping, but making no sound except for
strangled gasps.
For whatever reason, Adrien’s heart was racing far more than usual. For the
first time in months… this felt more exhilarating than it did the first time.
His body was tired and his mind was in so many different places… he had to
practically turn off his brain and relax into the feeling of holding his
sister’s hips in his hands and pushing himself in and out of her as slow as
possible. Gracelyn was moaning at the speed, loving every move he made inside
of her.
Her head rested on the pillow next to her as he thrust into a little bit
quicker, curving his hips just right to hit that spot that made her legs
tremble. Her toes curled up into the bedsheets as her whole body tensed at the
beautiful pleasure. She pushed her face into the pillow as her brother grunted
with ecstasy. Her heart thudded against her ribcage as she spread her legs
farther apart, wanting more of his throbbing organ.
Gracelyn’s hips rolled against him and she closed her eyes as he slowly teased
her to the edge of completion. Gracelyn gasped as she felt her walls contract,
her eyes widening with pleasure as her back arched, her head against the pillow
underneath her.
The act was enough to send them both into a panting, sweaty mess. Their clothes
lay on the floor, all but completely forgotten. Gracelyn was breathing slowly
as her brother held her by the waist, kissing the back of her neck and
shoulders. They both glistened with sweat and smelled of sex, Gracelyn’s ice
blue sheets tangled around their bodies.
There were sure to be new stains on the mattress. Adrien was still nestled deep
inside of her, every so often moving his hips back and forth, making Gracelyn
moan with pleasure every once in a while. Her eyes were closed, and her body
was exhausted, but she was never too tired for her brother.
“I should go back to my room…” Adrien said, shifting slightly and slowly
sliding himself out of her. Gracelyn moaned softly and lie on her side,
completely out of energy.
“W-Wait,” She begged. Adrien turned around as he was pulling his boxers back on
and stared at her. She smiled. “Stay with me… Please…” Adrien just smiled and
he decided to lie back down. Gracelyn stood off the bed, her legs trembling
slightly as she reached for an oversized nightshirt.
She pulled it on and looked down at her chest that was covered in hickeys and
bite marks. She blushed and crawled back into bed. Adrien faced the other way
as she checked her phone and turned off the lights.
When morning rolled around, Gracelyn was forced to wear a turtleneck shirt to
cover up the bruises her brother left. She wore black skinny jeans and black
strappy sandals. Applying pink make up, she was waiting for her brother by the
car. The whole car ride was silent as Gracelyn rubbed her sore chest every once
in a while, making her brother smirk.
They arrived at the school and Gracelyn entered the room first. Chloe and
Sabrina were sitting where Marinette and… Alya? Yeah, that sounds right. They
switched seats… Not willingly, mind you. Chloe looked livid.
Adrien followed behind. He waved at Marinette who huffed and turned to look the
other way, turning her nose up at him. Gracelyn sighed and sat down next to the
pink haired girl. Adrien sat down next to Nino and they began to speak back and
forth.
The whole time class was going on the girl next to Gracelyn kept glancing at
her. Gracelyn looked at the girl who began to blush and turn away.
“Is there something I can do for you?” Gracelyn whispered. The girl blushed
even brighter.
“S-Sorry… I’m just a big fan, that’s all.” Gracelyn couldn’t help but feel a
swell in her heart at the girl who looked incredibly tough sound so timid.
“Thank you,” She held out her pink nailed hand. “Grace.”
“A-Alix,” The girl grabbed her hand and smiled. She quickly returned her
attention to the front and Gracelyn was smiling a little bit. By the end of the
day, thunder was sounding outside of the window. The girl, Marinette, stopped
at the front door, held out her hand, and frowned at the downpour of weather.
Adrien pulled an umbrella from his bag and Gracelyn simply held a book over her
head. He waved at Marinette who turned her head away angrily. Adrien looked at
Gracelyn who shrugged, visibly confused. Adrien opened the umbrella and
Gracelyn walked towards the car. Adrien stood back and began to speak to
Marinette. Gracelyn turned her head to look out of the other window and waited,
tapping her hands against her legs. After a few minutes, the door opened and
Adrien stepped inside without an umbrella.
Gracelyn snickered at his wetness. “Did she beat you up and steal your
umbrella?”
“No! I gave it to her… I think we’re okay now,” Adrien looked at Marinette who
was still just standing there. Gracelyn looked passed Adrien’s head and saw
that she was standing there with the umbrella, looking very happy. Gracelyn
smiled.
“Guess what?” Gracelyn smirked. Adrien turned to look at her. She held up two
fingers. “Plus one friend.”
He resisted the urge to hit his sister but instead, pinched her in the arm. She
let out an over exasperated ‘ow’, holding her arm like it was bleeding. He
snickered and put on his seatbelt as Gracelyn did the same. The car sped off
and towards their home. Gracelyn was looking out the window the entire time.
With her mind free to wander to different places, it went to the things she
heard earlier… from her mother in the room… The bottles and the vomiting…
A sick shiver ran through Gracelyn’s body. But despite everything she knew that
was right– which wasn’t a lot—she would ignore it; her mother; her problems.
Because now, she had school to focus on.
***** They Call You Cry Baby *****
Chapter Notes
     Alright, I would like to start this with: I had absolutely no
     freaking clue that this story would do this well!! You guys have
     really inspired me to keep going! I was honestly expecting to get a
     ton of hate for this, but in fact, you guys seem to absolutely love
     it! If any of you have any ideas for future chapters, I would love to
     hear them!
     Anyway, on with the story!!!
There was a very special day coming up and Gracelyn was doing everything
possible to prepare for it. She’s been searching online for weeks now and every
time she found something, it wouldn’t get to her in time. She needs something
local, something good, and something fast!
In her current state, she was sitting in her class, scrolling through
suggestions online with her phone. Price was nothing to her. The tag on it was
meaningless, money was no object.
Gracelyn’s foot tapped against the ground anxiously and she continued to
scroll, her heart pounding in her ears. Her mind was racing in fast forward as
she finally turned the phone screen off and put her head down on the desk, the
mess of blond curls falling over her face. Tomorrow, she’s going to have pink
streaks in her hair and she was excited about her visit with her favorite
stylist but was also disappointed with herself.
It’s been almost 3 weeks and she’s still a stranger to almost everyone in the
classroom except for Nino. But that wasn’t the point, sadly. Yes, Nino is great
and awesome, but she needs a girlfriend to be a girl around!
There was always Marinette… but for some reason, her and Gracelyn just couldn’t
connect. There’s Mylene… But she’s a shy puppy around Gracelyn. What about
Alix? She’s nice! And energetic… But Gracelyn probably wouldn’t be able to hold
a conversation with her.
There was still one girl that she knew nothing about, though… Gracelyn’s eyes
turned to look at the girl with purple hair… All she knew was that her name was
Juleka. Other than that… the girl remained a huge mystery.
She lightly tapped her thumbnails on the desk as Ms. Bustier’s lesson dragged
on. And then, the bell rang. Gracelyn’s bag was around her shoulder in a split
second and she was about to run out of the door before there was a hand around
her wrist. She turned to look at her brother who was grinning.
“Keep your afternoon open, Gracie… I need you…” A shudder ran throughout her
whole entire body and she felt her panties become incredibly moist, just with
the sound of Adrien’s voice. He walked out of the room with his bag and
Gracelyn was left there, completely blanked.
She was about to keep walking, but suddenly, her arm was grabbed again. She
turned to look at a familiar face, yet she never had an actual conversation
with her. Marinette was staring at her and was grinning ear to ear.
“Grace, hi! I, um… I’ve been listening to some of your music and I-I’m actually
really into it!” Gracelyn was honestly quite surprised. Usually, her music
appeals to the darker side of people, and she didn’t think this girl hada dark
side. It impressed her quite greatly.
“Really? Well, thank you, Marinette!” She was being honest. Marinette blushed
bright red before she pulled out her sketchbook.
“I need your help! You know your brother very well… I want to get him something
for his birthday but I don’t know what he would want!”
“You too, huh?” Gracelyn leaned against the desk behind her and crossed her
arms under her breasts. “It’s very hard to get something for someone who has
pretty much anything he wants… except for a life.” She snorted at her own
stupid joke and then looked at her phone.
“What is your brother into?” Wow, this girl was straight to the point, huh?
Gracelyn put her finger under her chin and thought about it before pointing at
Marinette. “The color blue. Not only does it bring out his eyes, but it looks
great on him! He never wears that blue tank I got for him because he says it
makes him look, and I quote, ‘douche-y.’”
Marinette snickered and then went through her sketchbook. “Do you think he
would like this?” She gestured to the design of a very well made scarf. It
would be made of incredibly soft fabric, microfiber wool, and it would have an
embroidered cursive ‘M’ in the stitching, the mark of an artist.
“Wow, it’s beautiful…” Gracelyn took the sketchbook and looked at the design,
smiling as her finger ghosted over the gentle shading on the scarf. Marinette
grinned ear to ear. “If it’s in blue, I’m sure he’ll adore it! He has a soft
spot for scarves, if you could believe.”
“If you say it, I believe it.” Marinette smiled, picking up her bag and putting
her sketchbook away. “Thank you, Grace!” She bolted from the classroom with
that finisher and Gracelyn smiled before finally exiting the room.
As soon as she was out of the classroom, she saw her brother standing at the
doors. Gracelyn quickly ran down the stairs and towards the limo that was
parked just in front of the school. Adrien hopped in first and Gracelyn was
next. She pulled her phone out of her pocket and scrolled through the listings
of gifts once again.
She was chewing on her lip again when Adrien leaned over and she quickly turned
the screen off.
“Hey! Step off, mister!” She snapped.
“Aw, c’mon Gracie, what are you doing?” He said, curling up on her lap and
batting at her nose with his hand like a cat. She giggled and ran her fingers
through his beautiful blond hair. He crooned like a cat and closed his eyes,
letting her pet him.
In a way it was quite adorable how he was acting and she placed a kiss on the
top of his forehead. He batted at her hair with his hands. Instead of turning
left, where they should have been going, the driver kept driving, making
Gracelyn peer out of her window in suspicion.
“Where are we going?” Gracelyn said out loud. Adrien blushed and sat up. “I,
uh… Might have asked for the limo to take us directly to the designers.”
“Adrien!” Gracelyn growled in anger, slapping his shoulder. He giggled.
“I wanna see your ideas for your next concert! And I’d like to give my own
advice, if you don’t mind.” Gracelyn narrowed her eyes at him. Knowing her
brother, he’d suggest corsets, tutus, and fishnets. He does whatever possible
to see her skin.
The limo pulled in front of a huge 14 story building and they were told to meet
on the top floor, where the top designers would be stationed. Gracelyn looked
down at her fingernails as the elevator reached the top floor and she was
suddenly bombarded by all sorts of men and women, armed with different colors
of fabric, measuring tape, and various make up pallets.
Gracelyn was shoved along towards the front of the room and all of the
designers began measuring various parts of her body. Adrien was trying his best
to not start laughing as a strange woman began touching her hair and another
strange man started comparing foundations on her arm.
“Okay, everyone stop!” Gracelyn shouted, making everyone freeze and she swore.
“Jeez, you move so fast, people must think you’re droids.” All the designers
took a step back as she fluffed her curly hair our and cleared her throat.
“Now, there are a few colors I won’t accept for this collection. Greens,
yellows, and oranges. I want pinks, blues, purples, reds, various tints and
shades! Tutu skirts, corsets, layers, and ribbons. Dress suits, fishnets,
striped tights, top hats. The theme of this album is dollhouse and I want to
look the part in every single song.”
The designers stared at her for a few seconds before she glared at them all.
“Go! Now!” And they scrambled to their stations, sketching out ideas. Adrien
walked up to Gracelyn who cracked her knuckles and smirked at him.
“What about the finale? The mad hatter? Have  you decided on a designer yet?”
He asked her and Gracelyn bit her lip.
“Not yet. I want to see the person’s previous work before I trust them with my
ideas. I need to make sure that they can make my vision come to life, not run
off and make it their own, how designers usually do.” She turned her head to
see one of the designers she just told not to use orange, use an orange marker
and she groaned in irritation.
“We’ve got some work to do, dear brother.” Gracelyn patted his shoulder before
walking off and inspecting the designs everyone had so far. Every so often, she
would suggest something, and then on rare occasions, she would remind them that
she didn’t want that color and see if they could use a different one.
There was a time though, when Gracelyn stood directly behind Adrien and bent
over to lean and looked at a design much more closely than necessary. Her bum
grazed the front of his jeans and his breath hitched inside his throat. He
didn’t make a single move of protest though, and tried to resist every single
urge to not smack her sexy ass right then and there. Almost in slow motion, she
arched her back slightly and let the neck line of her shirt dive to show off an
enormous amount of cleavage to Adrien who very quickly jumped away from her and
looked down over her as her fingers danced delicately across the paper she was
inspecting.
His heart skipped a beat when he saw her lick her beautiful lips and look back
at the short Asian woman who was doing her absolute best to speak French.
Gracelyn told her exactly what she wanted and cut out any loose ends in her
thoughts, making her nod with approval and set to designs.
Gracelyn began her stride to the front of the room when Adrien leaned over and
whispered. “You did that on purpose,” He said. Gracelyn grinned with fake
innocence.
“But whatever do you mean, my dear brother?” Adrien narrowed his eyes while she
grinned and leaned against the door, only for it to be opened in a split
second. Gracelyn went tumbling down to the ground while the man jumped out of
the way. Gabriel looked down at his daughter on the floor and she laughed
before standing up and rubbing her sore skull.
“Hello, father. You surprised me.”
“Yes, I can see that.” She blushed with embarrassment. “I see you’ve set to
work on your designs. I selected the best designers from my collection to
assist you.”
Gracelyn now noticed that they were all, in fact, from his personal lines. They
designed things like fur coats, handbags, and top notch jewelry, not costumes.
This would probably be difficult…
“Father,” She interjected. He didn’t even as much as look down. Adrien stood
off to the side and tapped his fingers angrily on his arm as they crossed over
his chest in anger. “N-Not that I’m not totally grateful for this, but…
Wouldn’t it be better to bring in… costume specialists?”
“They are perfectly capable of doing any silly thing that your mind came up
with. Besides, with your performance, you’ll be promoting the Agreste line as
well.”
Gracelyn scowled at her father and glared at him with all her might, feeling
the anger bubble in her heart. Adrien knew what that face meant. Gracelyn was
about to lose it.
“Is my whole career your personal ad campaign?! Is that all I’m good for?” She
snapped, not yelling, but saying very sternly. Gabriel finally looked down at
his daughter but his expression stayed neutral. Adrien stood next to Gracelyn
and placed his hands on her shoulders and she jumped in frustration, pulling
herself away from him.
“My main costume will be designed by a person of my choosing, and that is
final!Or else, there won’t be a show for you to sneak your ads into, father!”
She shoved her index finger into his chest and he suddenly grabbed her by the
wrist and dragged her out the door. Adrien stayed inside of the design room and
turned to see all of the designers looking at him and the door, fear and
confusion on their faces.
“Everyone, back to work!” He snapped and the bustle continued.
From outside of the design room, Gabriel held Gracelyn by her wrists and pushed
her against a wall, glaring at her and his glasses falling halfway down his
face. His eyes were wild and crazy and Gracelyn wished she felt scared but she
was too prideful to back down from a challenge like this. She’s never been
afraid of the power her father held, which is more than she can say for the
rest of her family.
“You embarrass me like that again in front of my designers, I swear,”
“You’ll do what, dad?” Gracelyn spat back, glaring into his cold eyes. “Hit me?
Again?” And with that snide little comment, the back of his hand went across
her face, whipping her head to the side and her hair tangling around her eyes.
She made no noise.
“I don’t care who you are, be you my daughter, or some lowlife wasting their
life away on a stage playing music that nobody cares for,” He growled. “I’m not
afraid to put you in your place.” Gabriel’s hand roughly gripped at her hip and
he squeezed her flesh in anger, making her moan in pain.
“Without me, your career would be going nowhere. Remember, you work for me.”
His fingernails scrapped across her skin and tore at it roughly. Gracelyn
squeaked and her father let her go, dropping her down to the floor. Her hand
immediately went to her hip, holding it as she felt a small amount of blood
coat her fingers. Gabriel ran a hand through his hair and pushed his glasses
back up on his nose.
“You’re a disgrace.” With those hate-filled words, he left the studio. Gracelyn
finally did what she hasn’t done in several years. She curled in on herself,
and cried. Cried like the baby she knew she was.
***** Skinny Dip In Rabbit Holes For Fun *****
Gracelyn didn’t let them see her cry. She refused to let anyone at the office
see her bawl like a common child. She waited out her fit in a closet and when
her tears silenced, she wiped her eyes and poked her head back in, zoning in on
her brother. He quickly heard the door open and ran towards it.
“Gracie, are you okay?” He said, knowing that she had been crying just by her
eyes. Gracelyn nodded before she began whispering.
“I have to go somewhere really quick. Watch them for me, okay?” Adrien nodded
and before she could leave, he grabbed her arm.
“Do you want me to go with you?”
“No, I’ll be alright on my own.” Gracelyn patted his hand and turned her heel,
holding her injured hip as she left the building to go get medical supplies and
maybe something that can pick her up. When she was out on the streets, she
ignored the limo sitting outside and decided that she would walk the ten
minutes it took to get to the stupid store.
When she reached the building, she went to the back where the medical supplies
and grabbed large bandages, antiseptic cream, and tape. After paying for it,
she went to the restroom in the building and quickly patched herself up,
covering the clear nail cuts on her hip. Her father was harsh, but he never
hurt her like this before.
Once it was all cleaned, Gracelyn walked around town for a few minutes, looking
for something… anything…
And then she spotted it. Just a few yards away from the school. A small bakery
with a very beautiful logo on the glass of the front door that said ‘TS’ in
calligraphy. Tom & Sabine Boulangerie Patisserie is the name of the bakery.
Gracelyn opened the door and heard the small bell from above her head. When she
got inside, she looked to the counter and saw a short woman with black short
hair and a short Chinese kimono dress covering gray trousers.
“Hello, dear! Welcome to our bakery. How are you this afternoon?” Wow, this
woman is a total angel! It made Gracelyn smile almost immediately.
“I’m doing well, ma’am. How are you today?” Gracelyn smiled politely and the
woman smiled back.
“I’m absolutely wonderful! What can I get for you today?”
“Uhm…” Gracelyn contemplated what she would possibly want from this bakery. “Do
you happen to see any cappuccinos?”
“We sure do, hun!” The woman wrote down her order on a notepad and Gracelyn
smiled after she read something that was posted to the counter top.
“Can I get a large order of your blueberry scones, please?” Those sounded
absolutely perfect right now!
“No problem, sweetie; that will be about a 20 minute wait though, is that
alright?” Gracelyn nodded and sat herself down in the empty bakery. The whole
place screamed perfect element design. They captured the gold and green colors
well with the black in various places.
Gracelyn pulled out her phone and sent her brother a text, telling him what she
was doing so he didn’t worry. Subconsciously, she traced the bandage outline
underneath her shirt’s fabric and she flinched visibly. Holding tears back, she
stood up and began pacing back and forth.
“Hun,” Gracelyn looked up at a large white cup that was steaming and she could
smell the sweet mist of coffee and she accepted the cup happily, looking down
at the beautiful white foam.
“Thank you, miss.” She sipped the hot liquid and almost purred with happiness.
It was delicious! And there was a hint of caramel.
As she stood there sipping her coffee, she heard a loud squeak in the kitchen
and she stared at the doors.
“Oh, don’t mind that, dear. My daughter is just working in the kitchen with her
father.” The thought of that made Gracelyn smile. It’s nice to know that there
are still nice fathers out there that are willing to spend time with their
children.
Gracelyn checked her cell phone and saw a text from her brother and he was
requesting food now.
If the place you’re at sells any coffee, please get me a cup!!!
Gracelyn snickered. “Um, miss…”
“Sabine.” The woman said.
“Miss Sabine, can I get an extra cup of coffee? My brother wants some now.”
Gracelyn reached into her wallet and pulled out another € 10. The coffee was
only € 3, but Gracelyn put the rest of the money in the glass tip jar that was
on the counter top.
“No problem, hun. Be back in a sec,” And she went into the kitchen. When the
door swung open, Gracelyn caught a glimpse of a bag of flour on the floor and
it was quite amusing to see.
About 10 minutes later, Sabine returned with a hot steamy cup of coffee and a
large box of blueberry scones. The smell of the baked goods made Gracelyn
extremely happy.
“Thank you so much, miss Sabine! I’ll see you again soon,” Gracelyn waved with
the box in her hand as she opened the door with her back turned and left the
building, returning to the large building and taking the elevator to the top
floor.
When she opened the door, she was bombarded with designers, wanting her opinion
on literally every single thing they had created in their sketches. 
Gracelyn jumped in fear as people pulled on her arms left and right, making her
moan in pain as she got her limbs pulled on.
“Hey! Everyone back off!” Adrien shouted, making everyone back away. Gracelyn
straightened and tried to look as professional as possible as she passed the
black box of pastries to her brother so she could look around at what their
ideas were. Some of them were pretty nice but others missed the point
completely.
Adrien could tell that Gracelyn was on the verge of losing her mind with these
people and just when she was about to unleash her fury upon these poor
designers, Adrien grabbed her by the hand.
“Come with me.” He said. Gracelyn blushed and followed her brother as he pulled
her out of the room and pushed her into the hallway closet. There were mops,
brooms, cleaning supplies, and bathroom supplies in the closet. Adrien stumbled
over the mop bucket as he pulled his sister into the closet with him.
“What are we doing, Adrien?”
“You need to calm down.” Adrien’s hands glided up her thighs and her sides. Her
face went from her natural ivory to a deep red. Adrien leaned forward slowly
and his teeth slowly grazed at the flesh of her neck, making her moan softly.
“A-Adrien… A-h-are you sure th-this is a goo- oohhhh!”Gracelyn was going to
protest, but there was no room for protests when she felt her brother’s hands
slide under her pink skirt and began rubbing circles on her moist center. Teeth
still on her neck and other hand twisted into her hair, he bit down harshly,
making her squeak.
Adrien removed his teeth from her neck and looked down at her stunned face as
he removed his hand from her hair and slid it under her shirt, cradling her
supple breast in his fingers, kneading to get more cute sounds out of her. She
moaned again when he pinched her sensitive clit with his strong fingers.
“Ah!” She squeaked in pleasure and pain as Adrien silenced her with a searing
hot kiss. Gracelyn’s eyes closed as he removed his fingers from her drenched
panties and quickly reached up to her waist, pulling her panties down and
around her ankles. Gracelyn’s hands found their way into his hair as he slowly
began kissing down her neckline and her sternum, licking over the exposed flesh
of her breasts and slowly dropping to his knees.
Adrien began to spread her legs apart, exposing her bare, pink snatch to him.
Gracelyn remembered to always keep her pussy bare just for her brother because
she knows how much he likes it when he slides his cock over her wet, smooth
skin. But this time, he wasn’t going to use his dick.
Adrien slid his fingers across her cunt slowly, earning a mewl of total
pleasure. But suddenly, he stopped. Gracelyn looked down and saw that he was
removing his white over shirt and putting it in a bucket for safe keeping,
supposedly.
“A-Adrien, I Agh!” She squealed when she felt his finger enter her wet cavern
of a pussy, heat circling around his long digit. She threw her head back
against the shelf, making supplies behind her shake. Adrien gripped her thigh
and lifted her leg up over his shoulder before removing his finger and slowly
blowing on her quivering pussy.
She had no time to react before he moved forward and dragged his tongue across
her snatch. Gracelyn moaned low and deep in her throat. His tongue encircled
her clit before he lifted her legs up onto both of his shoulders and he pushed
his tongue deep inside of her.
His hands grabbed her beautiful ass and squeezed hard, making her grip at his
hair, groaning and growling. Adrien’s tongue darted in and out of her cunt and
he lifted her up higher on the shelves, squeezing her ass and licking at her
rapidly.
Gracelyn continued to pull on his hair, hard. He moaned against her pussy and
removed his tongue, replacing it with his fingers. He pushed two inside and
licked at her clit, wanting nothing more than to make her cum for him. Adrien
sucked roughly on her and Gracelyn could feel herself begin to tingle all over
with the familiar sensation of her climax. Just a little bit more… A little
more… It was like falling deeper in deeper into a rabbit hole of pleasure!
Adrien roughly pushed his fingers in and out of her, adding a third one for
extra measure. He twisted his fingers over and curled them up, hitting a
certain spot inside of her. And she snapped.
Gracelyn shoved her own hand into her mouth and screamed as she bit down on her
skin. Her liquid leaked out of her pussy and down Adrien’s fingers as he slowly
removed his tongue from her clit. He wiggled his fingers a little bit and made
her cum a little bit more. She growled with pleasure as he removed his fingers
from her snatch and slowly brought them up to his mouth and sucked them into
his mouth.
He licked the moisture off his fingers and moaned softly at her sweet,
succulent taste. Gracelyn felt her legs trembling as she put her feet on the
ground, liquid dripping down her legs. She felt her knees buckle slightly and
Adrien caught her before she could hit the floor. Very slowly, he pulled her
panties off her ankles and put them in his pocket. He wanted her to walk around
like that all day.
He rubbed her lower back soothingly and she finally opened her eyes, staring at
his green orbs for a few seconds before blinking and coming down from her high.
“You… You didn’t have to-“
“But I wanted to, dear sister.” He kissed her cheek and she nodded slowly, her
face bright red and sweating.
“Th-Thank you.” Gracelyn said, hugging him as she slowly found her balance.
Afterwards, they went back into the design room and Gracelyn decided to come
back the next day and look at their next sketches. They took the box and their
coffee with them. When they were in the limo, Adrien sipped his coffee and made
a face of amazement.
“Oh my gosh, this coffee is amazing! Where did you pick this up?”
Gracelyn giggled. “At the Boulangerie Patisserie. We should go there for coffee
more often.” Gracelyn’s voice was still breathy after the orgasm so with her
last ounce of strength, she laid her head down on her brother’s lap and closed
her eyes, feeling like she had just entered wonderland.
***** Decision Time (Author's Request) *****
OK, I have decided to instead of wasting time, I should skip Adrien’s birthday
and go straight into Gracelyn’s concert day, which is two days after. Would you
all rather see how Gracelyn would react to someone forcefully throwing her
brother a party and keeping their whole entire class captive, or would you all
like for me to get one step closer to the Akumatized Gracelyn chapter?
Please let me know! Both versions have been started and are on standby until I
get answers! I love you all! Thank you so much for being so patient with me! I
only want to give my readers the best content possible!
 
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 UPDATE
I should have said this from the beginning but you have until Friday to get
your votes in! By then, all votes are final and I will need to make a decision!
I've kept you guys waiting for far too long and I don't plan to waste anymore
time! 
***** She Pulls Out A Flask, And Forgets *****
Chapter Notes
     As by popular demand, The Bubbler episode has been skipped! But if
     you all want a filler chapter, I will make it upon request! I hope
     you enjoy!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
The alarm clock next to Gracelyn's head awoke her with a jolt and she
immediately felt her heart fill with excitement. Today's the day! It's finally
here!
Gracelyn leaped from her bed, knocking her sheets onto the floor and quickly
spinning in a circle in her underwear. Blond hair flipped every which way as
she quickly powered up her computer and made a wide web tweet to her many fans.
"Today is the day! I hope to see many of you at the concert tonight! And for
those who sadly can't make it, it will be broadcasted online at 8:00 PM Central
European Time! I LOVE YOU ALL!"
Turning off her laptop, she quickly skipped to the shower, taking off her
nightgown and jumping into a hot, steaming shower, singing enthusiastically
into her shampoo bottle as she continued to be as lively as humanly possible.
After running conditioner through her very fluffy hair, she rubbed her body
down, jumped out of the shower, and wrapped herself in a huge fluffy towel,
ready to jump in front of the mirror and do her hair and make up for the day.
She looked towards the door and blushed at the sticky note on her mannequin
that will soon house her signature outfit for the whole performance.
A knock on her door mildly distracted her and she saw it open to see her
brother standing there, eyeing his half naked sister down.
"Hey, Adrien. What's up?" She asked, bending over and smirking as her towel
hiked up and showed off her quite delicious looking wetness to him. He blushed
and slammed the door shut.
"Come downstairs." He snapped at her with a surprising amount of force that she
hasn't seen from him in a while. It shook her.
"What's wrong?" Gracelyn suddenly felt very self-conscious just standing in
front of him with a towel on.
"Now." He opened the door and walked out, slamming it behind him. Gracelyn
didn't waste any time. She threw on clothes that were the easiest to get on, a
white strapless bra with a white long sleeved shirt and a blue lacey skirt. She
forgot about panties and slipped on her white sandals before darting downstairs
with still-wet hair. She ran into the dining room and at the table, she saw
Adrien leaning over his mother who was passed out on the table, an empty liquor
bottle next to her head.
"Oh my God!" Gracelyn ran to Melanee and checked her neck for a pulse and then
reached for the bottle. Kraken Black Spiced Rum. She drank the whole entire
bottle.
There was the foul stench of vomit and urine and she soon found out her mother
puked on the kitchen floor and urinated in the laundry basket.
"Have you called the police?" Gracelyn asked Adrien who just shook his head,
stunned. "For fuck sake, Adrien!" Gracelyn reached into her bra and pulled out
her cell phone, calling 9-1-1.
"911, what is your emergency?"
"My mom is passed out on the dining room table! She drank too much, threw up,
and passed out! We need help, right away!"
"Okay, miss, calm down. Please tell us where you are and we will dispatch an
ambulance,"
"Why do I need to tell you where I am? You're tracing the call already! You
should know where I am! Just get the fuck over here and help my mother!"
Gracelyn shouted into the phone and hung up, slamming it onto the table, making
her brother jump a little.
"What the fuck were you waiting for?" Gracelyn glared at him and he was
speechless before his father walked into the dining room.
Gabriel glared at his daughter. "I instructed Adrien to not call the
authorities! We do not need your pathetic mother polluting the Agreste name
with her drunken antics!"
"Dad, she's in trouble!"
"She's a waste of human life!" He shouted, slamming his fist against the door
behind him. Gracelyn jumped back but kept the stern look on her face, glaring
at him and not backing down.
"I won't let her get any worse. The ambulance is coming. She's going to a
hospital. To not take her is cruel and terrible," Gracelyn walked up to him and
stared into his cold, dead eyes. "You're the waste of human life."
Before Gabriel could do anything, there was the sound of sirens in the distance
and Gracelyn shoved her dad out of the way before opening the front gates to
their home, flinging the doors open. The ambulance pulled up to the house and
three people jumped out of the back, a gurney being pulled with them.
"She's in the dining room!" Gracelyn said, pointing as the paramedics rushed
in, put Melanee on the gurney and rushed out. Gracelyn quickly followed and
looked at the paramedic. "Can I go with her?"
"Are you family?" The woman said, checking Melanee's pulse.
"I'm her daughter."
"Well, climb in," Gracelyn jumped in the back of the ambulance and quickly
reached for her mother, putting her hand on her leg. As the doors slammed shut,
she glared at her father who was standing in the open doorway of her home and
just sighed. Who even knows if the concert is on tonight…
Chapter End Notes
     I'm sorry this chapter is so short! I promise that the next one will
     be longer, but I've wasted enough time with this, I is sowwy for the
     terrible delay but it will get better. School will be over soon and
     then I'll update all the time! Thank you all for waiting! I love you!
***** And There's No Turning Back Now *****
Chapter Notes
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The door to Madame Bustier's class opened and Gracelyn walked in, her eyes red
and her face pale. She lazily walked passed her teacher's desk, put a blue note
on it, and walked up to her seat, her face smacking against the desk that
created the loudest echo in the whole entire room. Everyone flinched, including
Adrien.
Alix nudged Gracelyn in the side with her elbow as gently as she could.
Gracelyn rolled her head to the side to look up at Alix.
"You okay, Gracie?"
Gracelyn made a noise that signaled she wasn't and rolled her head back. Alix
put her hand on Gracelyn's back and rubbed it gently. The girl smiled at her
friend and crossed her legs, realizing at the wrong moment that she forgot her
panties this morning. The hospital visit had been an awkward one to say the
least.
Her slight built up arousal from this morning was starting to leak through but
she didn't even want to look at her brother after what happened this morning.
Gracelyn pushed her thighs together, biting her lip, trying to keep herself
under control but it was getting harder and harder with every passing second,
and the cool seat against her bare wetness.
Alix noticed the girl's squirming and gently placed a hand on her thigh to give
her small comfort. The touch sent an electric jolt through Gracelyn's system
and she gulped with fear. If only she could urge the girl to move her small
gloved hand to the crease between her legs and help her… But that would be
vile. What kind of a person would Alix see her as? What kind of person would
anyone else see her as if they were to find out? She's already tap-dancing on
molten lava with her brother. Adding anyone else to the mix would be…
Atomically catastrophic.
She stopped her thoughts before they hit the huge 5 car pileup in her mind and
continued to sit there quietly until the bell rang and the class departed in
different directions for lunch. As she walked out of the classroom, she stopped
Marinette in the halls.
"Marinette, hi! You're going home for lunch, right?" She asked. The girl
nodded, smiling up at her. Gracelyn smiled wider.
"I was hoping I could go with you and… see what you've made? Because today is
the big day and I'm pretty on edge about the whole thing."
"Of course, Gracie! Come with me," Marinette grabbed Gracelyn by the arm and
led her across the street to her family's bakery—ever since that one day,
Gracelyn had been a frequent at this establishment, knowing her mother by name
and seeing her father every once in a while.
"Hello Miss Sabine!" Gracelyn waved at the woman behind the counter who waved
back.
"Hello dear. Would you like your regular today?" Her regular being her favorite
iced white mocha latte with an extra shot.
"No, ma'am. I'm just here to see what Marinette has made for me. But I will ask
for that sign later," Gracelyn reminded her of the sign that was custom made
for her concert tonight. She would be advertising for Sabine's and Tom's
bakery, hopefully to get them a higher known name.
"Okay darling. I may bring up some cookies later but you girls go have fun."
Sabine waved at the two as Marinette seemed to be waiting very impatiently for
Gracelyn to finish chatting with her mother before she dragged Gracelyn
upstairs, helping her up first.
At first, Gracelyn had forgotten about her scandalous choice of wardrobe and
then remembered as the breeze of the air conditioning touched her bare wetness.
She was exposing herself to Marinette!
Now remembering quite well, Gracelyn traveled up the stairs as fast as
possible, moving slow as possible as she seemed to stare at her as she went up.
Blushing many different shades of red, Marinette looked up and quickly averted
her eyes when they reached her room, entering through the hatch in her floor.
Marinette was now very close to Gracelyn and could see right up her skirt. Her
shaven, smooth pussy was glistening with wetness and smelled of pure arousal...
Marinette has never smelled another girl's arousal before, and the fact that
this was Adrien's sister seemed to be even more scandalous than it already was.
Gracelyn quickly turned and put her hands over her backside to smooth down her
skirt. Marinette was still as red as a tomato when she put her feet on her
hardwood floor and cleared her throat, as if nothing was wrong.
"So, um... Where is it?" Gracelyn asked in confusion.
"Oh!" Marinette seemed to crash back down to Earth and led Gracelyn in the
direction of the mannequin that had a red bed sheet over top of it. "May I
present to you, Miss Gracie, the Mad Hatter!"
The sheet was removed and it was practically glowing in Gracelyn's eyes. The
dress was exactly how she imagined it. It had a black and red bodice with laces
traveling up the sides and a silver ribbon across the neckline. A heavy amount
of cleavage would be shown as it was sleeveless and strapless.
The skirt was a sheer material that came to her mid thigh with hearts,
diamonds, clubs, and spades across the hemline in their appropriate colors. A
lace pattern in black created a beautiful bow behind her back and had long
tails traveling down the backside, reaching the knees of the mannequin.
The tights were a simple fishnet pattern with the occasional red heart and
diamond stitched into it. The shoes were 4 inch high heels that had thick black
ribbons that laced up the calves. And the small top hat that was created had 4
different playing cards into the ribbon on top of it. Each card was a queen,
and the typical queen was replaced with Gracelyn's Paris Vogue cover. It was
exactly what she wanted and she was as giddy as a school girl.
"Oh Marinette... It's perfect!" She tackled her new friend in a hug and
Marinette was blushing once again, giggling nervously.
Gracelyn was so excited that she began to remove the clothes from the
mannequin.
"Do you mind if I try it on? Just to make sure it all fits and see how it
looks?" Gracelyn reached for the hem of her shirt and Marinette squeaked with
embarrassment and covered her eyes.
"N-No! Of course not! Go right ahead!" She turned her head slightly as Gracelyn
began to peel off her clothing piece by piece and she finally stood naked,
taking off the clothes from the mannequin and very carefully pulling on the
fishnet tights, feeling the cross pattern against her bare pussy. It felt oddly
comfortable.
After slowly slipping the dress up over her body, adjusting her breasts into
the bodice perfectly and lacing it up the sides and doing a small spin in front
of the stand up mirror. It was all amazingly perfect. Sitting down on
Marinette's bed, she began to try and lace up the shoes but struggled
immensely.
"Marinette... Can you help me with the shoes?" The girl nodded suddenly and got
down on her knees in front of Gracelyn, very carefully wrapping the ribbons
around her legs and tying them up. Her fingertips brushed the inside of
Graceyln's thighs and it made her giggle suddenly and spread her legs apart.
Once again, Marinette got full view of her snatch that was now covered in the
cross hatch of her tights.
It was very obvious to Gracelyn now that Marinette was staring at her pussy.
But for some reason, she wasn't embarrassed, just incredibly excited; even more
than usual.
Gracelyn bit her lip and turned her head away but didn't close her legs as
Marinette seemed to be transfixed on the scene in front of her. Marinette
brought her hand to her mouth and hesitated, reaching outward in between
Gracelyn's legs but then realized her own mistake, jumping up and looking away.
"Gracie, I am so sorry! I don't know what came over me!" She bit her lip and
seemed to be on the verge of tears, covering her eyes and whimpering like a
hurt animal.
Gracelyn jumped up and her heels clicked against the hardwood floor reaching
for Marinette's hands and looking her in the eyes.
"Marinette, you don't have anything to be ashamed of. It's okay," Very slowly,
Gracelyn leaned forward and carefully pressed her lips to her tear stained
cheeks. Marinette moaned with relief and looked up at the girl who was now
taller than her. Her beautiful eyes seemed to almost hypnotize Marinette.
Leaning forward, all she could do was carefully and calmly press her lips
against Gracelyn's deep pink ones. It tasted like strawberries and cream and it
made Marinette realize just how amazing this girl was, on and off the screens.
Gracelyn placed her hands on the back of Marinette's neck and deepened the
kiss, dragging her tongue across the younger girl's lip and hoped for
acceptance. In a trance, Marinette granted her exactly what she wanted and her
tongue dove into a cavern of sweetness. Her tongue tasted of sweet sugar and
fresh chocolate, making the older girl purr with happiness.
Marinette moaned against Gracelyn's tongue and her hands began roaming over the
girl's body, tracing the ribbons down the bodice and over her full hips.
Gracelyn giggled softly and slowly placed her hands over top of the girl's
petite body and her hands fit over her breasts perfectly. Marinette squeaked
with surprise and pulled back, looking up at Gracelyn who smiled an adorable
bright white smile.
"Don't be scared, Marinette..." The pop-star spoke softly as if speaking to a
wounded, scared animal. The girl in question was staring into Gracelyn's bright
eyes, searching for something... Perhaps searching for a lie? Is this just for
personal gain? What if she told her brother?! Adrien would never view her as
the same girl again!
Many thoughts traveled through Marinette's brain at once but all of them halted
when Gracelyn sneaked a hand up her shirt and began to play with her breasts.
Blushing like crazy, Marinette gripped hard on Gracelyn's hips and felt the
older girl pull at her bra under her shirt. In a fit if frustration, their kiss
broke and Gracelyn ripped the shirt off of Marinette and reached behind her to
remove her black bra. The fabric fell onto the floor and Marinette was suddenly
very self conscious about her body.
Giggling, Gracelyn leaned forward and kissed Marinette on the forehead and
reached for the tiny girl's sides.
"Don't be shy... You're beautiful." Gracelyn kissed her once again and it made
all of her nervousness melt away. Reaching down, Gracelyn's hands grasped the
edge of the girl's pink jeans and skillfully slid them down her legs.
Marinette reached for the sides of Gracelyn's dress and undid the laces,
letting it fall on the floor, making Gracelyn worry a bit. Slowly picking it
up, Gracelyn placed it on the back of Marinette's computer chair and stared at
the girl in front of her.
Her panties were a bright pink with butterfly patterns stitched into them,
giving her such an innocent look. Marinette felt frustrated with Gracelyn just
staring at her and suddenly jumped forward and kissed her angrily. Gracelyn
purred happily and slid the tights down her legs, pausing the kiss for a second
to remove the shoes and kick off the tights.
Marinette in return, removed her panties and unlike Marinette, she had a little
patch of black curls over her sex, shaved in the perfect shape of a heart.
Gracelyn slowly pushed Marinette onto her bed and looked at her adorable pink
pussy and could smell her arousal from about a foot away.
"You're so cute, Marinette..." Gracelyn began to kiss her inner thighs, making
Marinette shiver with anticipation as she pulled her hair free from it's
pigtail confinement. Now a mess of black hair on her pillow, she stared up at
the ceiling and whimpered helplessly as Gracelyn leaned forward and kissed the
heart above her pussy.
"G-Gracie!" Marinette squeaked in pain, just wanting nothing more than to be
touched by the pop-star.
Gracelyn finally granted the girl's wish and slowly placed her fingertips on
her sensitive clit, rubbing it in circles, giving the girl pleasurable shivers.
The girl grinned at how she reacted with the simplest of touches and decided to
do something else.
Gracelyn stroked her fingertip over Marinette's quivering entrance and giggled
as the girl gasped in anticipation. After a few more strokes, Gracelyn plunged
her finger deep into Marinette's tight, virgin pussy. The girl squeaked,
unfamiliar as the only thing that she has had inside of her have been her own
fingers. With a surprising amount of grace, Gracelyn managed to continue to
push her finger into Marinette as her thumb rubbed over the girl's sensitive
clit. Marinette gasped loudly, making her fear that her parents may hear and
covered her mouth with her hand.
Gracelyn giggled and leaned down, waiting for the right opportunity. Marinette
was a quivering mess when Gracelyn removed her finger. Looking down at her,
Marinette was about to protest when she felt something completely new, but even
more pleasurable than the last feeling. Gracelyn spread Marinette's pussy lips
apart carefully and dragged her tongue across her clit, flicking it back and
forth, feeling the girl's muscles tense and contract with every move of her
tongue. Even slower than that, Gracelyn reached down at her own pussy and began
to rub ever so slowly at her own clit as she worked on Marinette's occasionally
pausing to breathe but always diving back in.
Marinette's hands were in Gracelyn's hair and her mind was a complete blur. The
girl's tongue felt so good on her pussy, it was so soft and so wet, and so, so
fast against her clit, it felt like heaven against her snatch.
Gracelyn used her hand that wasn't rubbing her own pussy and carefully inserted
two fingers into Marinette, making her groan with pleasure as she slammed her
head against her pillow, trying her very best to keep quiet. Gracelyn moaned
against Marinette's clit as she rubbed her own furiously, wanting to cum more
than anything in the world.
Marinette didn't know how much longer she could last. Gracelyn was magic. When
her tongue darted into Marinette's entrance, she felt her release coming and it
was coming fast. Moving her tongue over her clit a little bit faster and
rubbing her own at a fast and quick pace, Marinette reached to grab her right
breast and pinch her nipple as her orgasm finally peaked and made her snap.
Moaning and squeaking, she reached for Gracelyn's hair and shoved her against
her pussy as if to say, 'don't you dare stop!'. And Gracelyn had no intentions
of stopping.
After a few more quick rubs, Gracelyn felt herself coming with Marinette, the
pleasure just overwhelming as she thrust her fingers into the girl's pussy and
tongued her sensitive clit till Marinette was nothing more than a shivering,
quivering mess.
Gracelyn removed her hand from inside of her and slowly licked up the fluids
that leaked from Marinette's pussy. Smiling like the Cheshire cat, Gracelyn
crawled up Marinette's naked, sweaty body and placed a kiss on her cheek.
And then, reality hit the girl like a freight train.
"Oh my gosh, you-you're Adrien's sister, what-what have I done?" Marinette's
heart dropped into her stomach as she jumped up and ran around to grab her
clothes.
"Mari- Mari- calm down!" Gracelyn jumped up from the bed and grabbed the short
girl by the shoulders and looked her in the eyes. Slowly, she brushed her black
bangs from her blue eyes and sighed.
"Please don't do this. Don't freak out... I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done
that," Guilt swelled in Gracelyn's stomach as she looked at the girl who seemed
to be having a mini heart attack right before her. Very slowly, she kissed
Marinette's forehead and backed away from her.
"I'll leave if you want me to," Gracelyn backed away and reached for her
clothes. But a pale, small hand stopped her from moving any further.
"Grace... You're a wonderful girl and, holy crap, you're gorgeous! But this...
I don't know how it would ever work," Gracelyn frowned, knowing exactly what
this was. It was a one time thing. Gracelyn sighed and faked a smile, leaning
forward and kissing the girl on the lips, taking her by surprise before
reaching down and handing Marinette her panties.
"I understand. Don't worry," Gracelyn pulled on her clothes and began fixing
her hair when Marinette finally pulled her shirt back on. Sneaking up behind
her, Gracelyn wrapped her arms around the girl's waist and kissed her neck.
"But just for the record... Your moans are adorable," It made the girl blush
bright red and Gracelyn giggled, grabbing the outfit Marinette made for her and
put it in the fabric bag that the younger girl provided.
Marinette stared at the girl's ass when she bent over and fixed her shoes,
smiling at her and then leaving from the hatch in the floor, blowing a kiss to
her.
Marinette looked off in the distance, blushing even redder than blood. "She has
a tattoo...?"
Chapter End Notes
     I know this was something very new but I hope you guys don't pounce
     on me too hard! I'm excited that I finally got to update this and I
     hope you guys like it! I LOVE YOU ALL!
***** I'll Cry Until My Pity Party's In Flames *****
Chapter Notes
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The time was 7:27, a little over and hour and a half before showtime started.
Gracelyn was looking in the dressing room mirror while standing in a robe and a
towel wrapped around her freshly drenched hair. She watched the time tick down
slowly and she was standing over her cell phone, waiting for the call to come
in... After a few minutes of pacing, she heard her phone ring and squeaked with
surprise at the number.
It was the hospital! Gracelyn picked up the phone and spoke into the receiver.
“Yes? Hello?”
“Hello, Ms. Agreste?”
“Yes, how's my mother?”
“Melanee Agreste has sustained damage, she has been diagnosed as an alcoholic
and we are now treating her for dehydration and possible brain injuries...
She's been having seizures and her body temperature is below average. She's
stable, for now. We will let you know if they're are any changes, okay, Ms.?”
“Okay, thank you. Goodbye.” Gracelyn hung up her phone and stared into the
mirror. This day hasn't gone as well as planned... Oh hell, it's been the
worst. First, her mother gets hospitalized. Then, her brother pretty much
betrays her. And then, she fucks her friend? What is happening to her?
Gracelyn felt like a vice was around her heart and she was going to cry at any
second... But instead, she swallowed her sadness and got dressed for the
concert. Putting on a full set of underwear this time, she pulled on her first
outfit pieces one by one and quickly blow dried her hair. With it's natural
tease effect, all she did was part her hair down the middle and pulled it into
pigtails, tying ribbons into her hair and spraying it with holding spray and
glitter. Her make up took a little bit harder than normal and she had to call
in an assistant for it.
The assistant worked on her knees, elbows, and neck, adding in the doll joints
for Gracelyn while she worked on her make up, adding the longest lash
extensions possible and freckles across her face in different colors. Her eyes
were detailed tremendously with heavy shadow in shades of pink and purple and
her lips were a bright red. Since her nails were already french tipped, there
was nothing to be done there.
Gracelyn did a spin in the mirror. She wore a short purple and blue tutu dress
with laces across the bodice and hearts over the skirts. Her fishnet tights
were white and her pink high heels had open toes in the shape of hearts. On her
hands were white lace fingerless gloves that went up to her forearms and had
decorative ribbons draping down from the elbows.
Gracelyn took a final look in the mirror and checked the time. 15 minutes; just
enough time to do her vocal warm-ups before she went on stage.
As she did her warm-ups, someone walked into the room behind her and she looked
over her shoulder to see her father. Ignoring him, she continued her warm-ups
and stared in the mirror, just at her own eyes, trying to avoid his own.
“Gracelyn,” He spoke. She didn't respond, just continued to sing. So he
repeated her name and she finally stopped and turned around.
“What do you want, father?” She spoke with fire and tried to avoid his gaze as
best as possible.
“I just wanted to wish you luck tonight. Don't make a fool of yourself, like
your mother has already done for herself.” He opened the door and left.
Gracelyn stared at the door for quite a while, fuming from the ears. And then,
she picked up a perfume bottle from the table and chucked it at the door,
shattering the bottle into a million tiny pieces and poisoning the carpet and
walls with the overpowering stench of the perfume. But at this moment, she
could care less.
Her father was a cruel asshole and one day, his entire world will be snatched
right out from under him and hopefully, he'll crumble under the weight of the
world, just as Gracelyn was doing.
Ignoring the pain in her heart, she stepped over the shattered glass and
towards the stairs where several people stood waiting for her. One handed her a
microphone and offered her a sip of water. The other was messing with her hair
and the last one was straightening her dress for her before she walked up the
stairs. Once she stood on the left side of the stage, she waited for the
announcer to introduce her.
“Okay everybody, the moment you have all been waiting for... Everyone give it
up for the lady of the night, GRACELYN AGRESTE!”She heard monumental cheers
from the crowd and she ran out on the stage as she heard a familiar melody
follow behind her. Her backup dancers pranced onto the stage from the other
side, wearing familiar outfits but with far less flare than Gracelyn herself.
“Good evening, Paris! How is everyone doing tonight?!” She shouted over her
microphone and the crowd erupted. From the front row, she saw her school
friends practically screaming her name and waving like mad. Gracelyn giggled
and smiled at them all.
“That's awesome to hear! What do you think, Paris? You wanna see inside this
Dollhouse?!” The crowd screamed for her and Gracelyn jumped in place, ready to
dance and sing for all of Paris to hear.
“I thought you would! Let's go, girls!” She spoke to her backup dancers that
jumped into place as the tune began to blare behind her and Gracelyn readied
herself behind the mic.
“If you weren't born with it
You can buy a couple ornaments
Just be sure to read the warning, kids
'Cause pretty soon you'll be bored of it
Sexual, hey girl if you wanna feel sexual
You can always call up a professional
They stick pins in you like a vegetable
Kids forever, kids forever
Baby soft skin turns into leather
Don't be dramatic it's only some plastic
No one will love you if you're unattractive
Oh Mrs. Potato Head tell me
Is it true that pain is beauty?
Does a new face come with a warranty?
Will a pretty face make it better?
Oh Mr. Potato Head tell me
How did you afford her surgery?
Do you swear you'll stay forever
Even if her face don't stay together
Even if her face don't stay together
If you want a little more confidence
Potatoes turn to french fries, yeah it's common sense
All you need's a couple more condiments
And a hundred thousand dollars for some compliments
It's such a waste
When little girls grow into their mother's face
But little girls are learning how to cut and paste
And pucker up their lips until they suffocate
Kids forever kids forever
Baby soft skin turns into leather
Don't be dramatic it's only some plastic
No one will love you if you're unattractive
Oh Mrs. Potato Head tell me
Is it true that pain is beauty?
Does a new face come with a warranty?
Will a pretty face make it better?
Oh Mr. Potato head tell me
How did you afford her surgery?
Do you swear you'll stay forever
Even if her face don't stay together
Stay forever, stay forever
Even if her face don't stay together
Stay forever, stay forever
Even if her face don't stay together
Oh Mrs. Potato Head tell me
Is it true that pain is beauty?
Does a new face come with a warranty?
Will a pretty face make it better?
Oh Mr. Potato Head tell me
How did you afford her surgery?
Do you swear you'll stay forever
Even if her face don't stay together
Stay forever, stay forever
Even if her face don't stay together
Stay forever, stay forever
Even if her face don't stay together
Stay forever, stay forever
Even if her face don't stay together
Stay forever, stay forever
Even if her face don't stay together.”
The song ended with the dancers stomping the floor and Gracelyn turning her
head to the side and holding the microphone in the air as she breathed out and
grinned like the Cheshire cat. The familiar carnival melody played next and the
scenery behind them changed as it was replaced with rotating lights, like a
carousel. The crowd freaked out, knowing this song very well.
The dancers got into place behind Gracelyn as she stood stick straight. Behind
them, several poles were moved into view and Gracelyn smirked as she raised the
microphone.
“Round and round like a horse on a carousel, we go,
Will I catch up to love? I could never tell, I know,
Chasing after you is like a fairytale, but I,
Feel like I'm glued on tight to this carousel,”
Gracelyn turned around and pranced to the pole behind her, followed by the
dancers. Grabbing the pole with one hand, she wrapped her leg around the base
and spun on the object and very slowly, slid down the pole with her back,
facing the crowd and spreading her legs slowly, crouching down like an animal
as she looked towards the crowd and licked her lips, sliding back up the pole
and holding it behind her head as she continued to sing.

“Come, come one, come all,
You must be this tall
To ride this ride at the carnival

Oh, come, take my hand
And run through playland
So high, too high at the carnival

And it's all fun and games,
'Til somebody falls in love,
But you've already bought a ticket,
And there's no turning back now,”
Gracelyn jumped off the pole and walked seductively towards the end of the
stage and kneeled down in front of her friends who were still freaking out
about her. Very slowly, she leaned in towards her friend Alix who reached out
and dragged her finger underneath Alix's jaw and smirked as the girl seemed to
go weak in the knees.

“Round and round like a horse on a carousel, we go,
Will I catch up to love? I could never tell, I know,
Chasing after you is like a fairytale, but I,
Feel like I'm glued on tight to this carousel

This horse is too slow,
We're always this close,
Almost, almost, we're a freakshow

Right, right when I'm near,
It's like you disappear,
Where'd you go? Mr. Houdini, you're a freakshow.

And it's all fun and games,
'Til somebody falls in love,
But you've already bought a ticket,
And there's no turning back now

Round and round like a horse on a carousel, we go,
Will I catch up to love? I could never tell, I know,
Chasing after you is like a fairytale, but I,
Feel like I'm glued on tight to this carousel

Why did you steal my cotton candy heart?
You threw it in this damn coin slot,
And now I'm stuck, I'm stuck,
Riding, riding, riding

Round and round like a horse on a carousel, we go,
Will I catch up to love? I could never tell, I know,
Chasing after you is like a fairytale, but I,
Feel like I'm glued on tight to this carousel.”
Everyone broke out into screams and Gracelyn began breathing heavily at the
sounds around her. It was just an overwhelming feeling, having everyone
listening to what you were doing and enjoying it thoroughly. With everything
happening, Gracelyn just barely heard the music behind her in the chimes that
she knows incredibly well...
If she isn't careful with this song, the whole world could know. But this song
is important. You can't call the album Dollhouse without singing the song,
Dollhouse.
Gracelyn switched her handheld microphone with a wireless headset so she had
full range of motion for this song because she would need it.
She turned around and had her back facing the crowd as the scenery changed once
more and the dollhouse that was designed just for this song was placed into
view.
Gracelyn waited for the right moment and then slowly turned around to face the
crowd with the blankest expression ever seen. Just like a porcelain doll.
“Hey, girl, open the walls, play with your dolls
We'll be a perfect family.
When you walk away is when we really play
You don't hear me when I say,
"Mom, please wake up.
Dad's with a slut, and your son is smoking cannabis."

No one ever listens, this wallpaper glistens
Don't let them see what goes down in the kitchen”
Gracelyn stood in motion with her dancers and when the key change struck, they
all stood up straight and walked in sync towards the dollhouse, standing in
different rooms.

“Places, places, get in your places
Throw on your dress and put on your doll faces.
Everyone thinks that we're perfect
Please don't let them look through the curtains.

Picture, picture, smile for the picture
Pose with your brother, won't you be a good sister?
Everyone thinks that we're perfect
Please don't let them look through the curtains.

D-O-L-L-H-O-U-S-E
I see things that nobody else sees.
(D-O-L-L-H-O-U-S-E
I see things that nobody else sees)

Hey, girl, look at my mom, she's got it going on
Ha, you're blinded by her jewelry.
When you turn your back she pulls out a flask
And forgets his infidelity.
Uh-oh, she's coming to the attic, plastic,
Go back to being plastic.

No one ever listens, this wallpaper glistens
One day they'll see what goes down in the kitchen.

Places, places, get in your places
Throw on your dress and put on your doll faces.
Everyone thinks that we're perfect
Please don't let them look through the curtains.

Picture, picture, smile for the picture
Pose with your brother, won't you be a good sister?
Everyone thinks that we're perfect
Please don't let them look through the curtains.

D-O-L-L-H-O-U-S-E
I see things that nobody else sees.
(D-O-L-L-H-O-U-S-E
I see things that nobody else sees)

Hey, girl (hey, girl, hey, girl, hey, girl, hey, girl, hey, girl, hey, girl,
hey, girl...)
Hey, girl, open your walls, play with your dolls
We'll be a perfect family.

Places, places, get in your places
Throw on your dress and put on your doll faces.
Everyone thinks that we're perfect
Please don't let them look through the curtains.

Picture, picture, smile for the picture
Pose with your brother, won't you be a good sister?
Everyone thinks that we're perfect
Please don't let them look through the curtains.

D-O-L-L-H-O-U-S-E
I see things that nobody else sees.
(D-O-L-L-H-O-U-S-E
I see things that nobody else sees).”
For the first time that anyone has ever heard the song, they seemed to
absolutely loved it. Gracelyn smiled and quickly ran off stage to change her
outfit. Time to bring out the Mad Hatter. With such a dramatic change, she had
several assistants helping her. One helped her into the outfit while one fixed
her hair and the others handled make up. Once it was all done, and she stood in
the outfit that Marinette had designed just for her, she looked at her make up.
Blue eye shadow that gravitated to red. Heavy black eye liner and white paint
sparkles over the corners of her eyes. Her lips were two different colors; top
lip was red and the bottom lip was black, held there by a setting gloss so the
colors didn't smear together. Her hair was pulled back and curled more and a
top hat sat in her hair like a clip.
It was perfect. She was ready to rock the stage. Handing her back the headset,
she put it back on and quickly pranced on stage. Her back up dancers changed
into identical outfits of Alice from Alice in Wonderland and it was absolutely
perfect, everything Gracelyn dreamed of.
Until... it wasn't
Before Gracelyn could speak, there was a sickening snap noise above... And the
Skydrop fell down and exposed the back of the stage. And next, all of the
elipsoidals came crashing down towards the stage. Screams were heard throughout
the crowd as the lights fell where the dancers and Gracelyn were standing. The
Rotodrapers shortened out and the curtains began to smoke and then caught fire.
Gracelyn screamed in fear and fell over, staring up at the fire as everything
began to burn. As she fell over, one of the dancers tripped over Gracelyn and
ripped her dress down the back. The dancers scrambled off the stage and
Gracelyn was going to run as well but the fire fell within her path and she
screeched as the flames licked at her arms in anger.
Falling over on her back, she stared in horror as her set, her stage, her
dreams went up in smoke. Everything was ruined. It was all gone. Technicians
turned on the emergency sprinkler systems and the fire was put out immediately.
Gracelyn stood in the middle of the stage, staring down blankly at the
ground... Everything was destroyed.
The whole crowd was gone except for her best friends. And at this moment, there
was only one thing that Gracelyn was able to do... And that was cry.
 
Chapter End Notes
     You guys have no idea how much I struggled trying not to write
     Melanie Martinez instead of Gracelyn Agreste...
***** The Craziest Friend That You've Ever Had *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
The stadium was empty, except for a few faces that Gracelyn recognized...
Adrien, Marinette, Alix, Nino, Alya... They watched from the crowd as Gracelyn
dropped to her knees. Everything was silent, no one dared to speak. Gracelyn
looked to the sky as rain poured down and from the distance, she saw... a
butterfly. A black butterfly with a black trail of smoke. Very slowly, it
fluttered to her and when it landed, a shout of terror filled her brother's
lungs.
“NO!”
The butterfly landed on the microphone still in Gracelyn's hands and it
vanished within the microphone. And now... Gracelyn was full of rage. Anger.
Hatred. She glared at the people surrounding her as a voice entered her mind.
“Twisted Sister... There they stand, watching you, judging you... I am Hawk
Moth. I can help you get revenge on them all. All that did wrong to you ever.
All you must do in return is bring me the Miraculouses of Ladybug and Chat
Noir. By any means necessary.”
“Yes, sir.” Twisted Sister stood to her feet and slowly, her body was covered
in bubbles and black smoke and her friends gasped as she changed before their
very eyes. Her once torn outfit had become exactly what it once was, except a
black lace mask was over her eyes and both of her eyes were pink and blue with
heart pupils. Her microphone became a whip and as she stood to her feet, she
began to laugh the most twisted laughter Adrien has ever heard from her.
And before they could register what was happening, her friends began to hear
her sing.
“Oh, Mrs. Potato Head, tell me... Is it true that pain is beauty?”And with
those lyrics, everyone dropped to the ground, screaming in crippling agony. And
Twisted Sister laughed.
Alix began to cry as it felt like every bone in her body was being snapped.
Alya felt burning heat and it resembled the feeling of her skin searing
straight off of her body. Nino couldn't breathe over the feeling of his guts
twisting inside of his body.
Adrien felt the pain of a thousand claws digging into his body at once.
Marinette felt her limbs begin to contort with every breath, her lungs
tightening in her chest.
“The friends don't walk... THEY RUN!”The pain ceased for them all and they all
jumped to their feet and ran from her, tripping over railings and fliers in the
process. Twisted Sister giggled happily and jumped from the stage, and began to
run towards a single direction... The direction of the hospital where her mom
was kept. She gripped the whip in her hands and if anyone attempted to approach
her, she reached with her whip and snapped them in the chest, making them fall
over, paralyzed. They turned to porcelain dolls.
With a twisted grin, she approached the hospital her mother was being held in
but before she could reach the door handle, a metal pole hit her in the hand.
She growled in anger and turned around to see the incredibly sexy boy in the
cat suit that she has admired for quite some time. But except this time, he was
her enemy and she was to dispose of him. But... She will do that in her own
way.
Twisted Sister turned to meet her assailant and grinned happily, twirling the
whip in her hands.
“Hello, kitty... Where's your partner? Is she scared?” Twisted Sister laughed,
leaning against the door and waiting for a response.
“You don't have to do this Gracelyn,” Chat Noir spoke, trying to be the voice
of reason. Twisted Sister growled and snapped her whip in his direction, making
him move away with the snap.
“Don't you dare call me that. I was Gracelyn. But I'm someone much better now.
I am Twisted Sister. And you are nothing!” She lunged in his direction and
extended her whip, wrapping it around his neck and pulling him towards her.
Chat made a strangled noise of pain as she yanked him to the ground and she
stood over his body, grinning. Kneeling down and approaching his face, she very
quickly sat on his hips and grinned from ear to ear as she slid her body
against his and licked his cheek.
Chat gulped with fear as he felt her grab his wrist and reach for the ring on
his finger but before she could, she was hit in the face with a familiar
spotted yo-yo. Twisted Sister fell off Chat and to the ground, groaning as she
reached for her cheek and whimpered in pain.
“Chat, are you alright... is that lipstick?” Ladybug helped her partner to his
feet and looked at his cheek which was smeared with purple lipstick. He blushed
and wiped it off, rubbing his throat in the process.
“Thanks for showing,”
“I wouldn't let you down, Chat.”
Twisted Sister seemed disgusted by their display of love and began to gag. “How
cute... the two heroes are in love...” Ladybug and Chat Noir shared a look of
confusion and Twisted Sister shouted at them.
“Love doesn't exist. You don't love her! Stop lying with those words!” She
snapped her whip at them and hit Ladybug across the cheek with it. Twisted
Sister giggled happily and turned on her high heels.
“While I would love to stay, I have an alcoholic to dispose of.”
The voice inside of her head began to whisper to her. “Dispose of your sorry
excuse of a mother. She is a disgrace to your name...”Gracelyn wasn't agreeing
with this. She wasn't happy with what he was telling her to do. But what choice
did she have? Maybe things would be better this way...
But Twisted Sister wanted her mother to suffer. She was a sad excuse for a
human and needed to die. So the Twisted Sister took control and marched right
into the hospital and ignored everyone that gave her funny looks. With the whip
in her hand, she swung it in the receptionist's direction and grabbed the woman
by the neck, pulling her to the edge of the desk. Twisted Sister grinned.
“Melanee Agreste.” The woman coughed and gagged as she quickly typed it into
the keyboard and pointed down the hall.
“Top floor... Room 34-A.” The woman gasped for air as Twisted Sister let her
go, smiling happily.
But just as she let her go, the woman slammed her hand on the telephone pad and
within seconds, police were bolting down the hall and towards Twisted Sister
who lifted the microphone to her mouth and sang.
“Plastic... Go back to being plastic!”The police froze in place and fell to the
ground, no more than plastic dolls in their place. Twisted Sister cackled and
stepped towards the elevator, snapping her whip at everyone possible in her
path, turning the entire hospital to porcelain and plastic.
When she reached the top floor, she stepped out and found the room almost
immediately.
The sweet melody of her singing rang throughout the room as her mother stirred
in her sleep.
“I need to kill you
That's the only way to get you out of my head
Oh I need to kill you
To silence all the sweet little things you've said
I really wanna kill you
Wipe you off the face of my earth
And bury your bracelet
Bury your bracelet
Six feet under the dirt...”
Melanee opened her eyes and looked towards the door where Twisted Sister stood.
“Gracelyn?”
“No, Melanee... Gracelyn is gone. Twisted Sister is here,” Twisted Sister
marched towards her hospital bed and kicked the side of it, making it turn and
slam against the wall, Melanee's head hitting the side of the bed. Twisted
Sister cackled and grabbed the woman by the paper dress she wore and snarled.
“You are a disgrace to the Agreste name... This is for Adrien, may he have a
better mother.” Gracelyn was about to start singing again but the hospital
window shattered and something wrapped around her wrist. She looked up at the
yo-yo string and it pulled, making her let go of Melanee and fall out of the
window and get pulled up to the roof. Twisted Sister rolled across the concrete
and slammed against a power box, her back making a sickening sound of
discomfort.
Groaning in pain, Twisted Sister looked up at Ladybug and Chat Noir and she
snarled angrily. “You persistent bastards. I was this close!”
“Please don't do this, Gracelyn.” Ladybug begged the girl.
Twisted Sister growled in anger and swung her whip at her, smacking her across
the face with it.
“THAT IS NOT MY NAME!”
Chat roared angrily and ran head first for the girl and tackled her to the
ground, holding her down on the ground with both her wrists to the floor.
“I don't want to fight you, Gracie!” Chat said, the most angered but distressed
look on his face that Ladybug has ever seen.
“Good... Then this should be easy!” Twisted Sister slammed her head against
Chat's making him lose his grip on her wrists and she grabbed him by the front
of his suit and pushed him into the air with her foot, slamming him over her
and onto his back. He groaned in agony and she stood up, facing Ladybug who
looked terrified.
“This isn't you Gracelyn... Please... I know who you are! Don't do this!”
Twisted Sister's face changed from anger to fear. Gracelyn felt herself
beginning to take back control over her body and she whimpered in the direction
of the girl standing over her, staring into familiar blue eyes...
“M-Marniette?” Gracelyn whispered in Ladybug's direction and fear struck across
her face as she stared at Gracelyn, extremely confused as to what to say. And
then, the blue eyes were gone and replaced with the eyes of the Twisted Sister.
“You know nothing...” Gracelyn grabbed the end of her whip and swung the
microphone side in Ladybug's direction who backed away from the swing and tried
to avoid fighting Twisted Sister as much as possible. But eventually, she was
trapped at the edge of the building and she wasn't able to back away any
longer.
“Chat! Help!” Ladybug shouted and within seconds, Twisted Sister was on her
side once again, the long pole of Chat Noir's hitting her in the face, knocking
her down.
She groaned in total agony as her face began to bruise over. Very slowly, she
sat back up and turned to see that Ladybug and Chat Noir were trying as hard as
possible not to fight her. But why? Why won't they fight her?
Grasping her whip, she stood to her feet and began to sing.
“Think I just remembered something
I think I left the faucet running
Now my words are filling up the tub,”
The two heroes were confused until Chat gasped for air and felt like he
couldn't breathe. Very slowly, he rose into the air like he was in an ocean,
his hair floating around him and ripples of invisible water dancing across his
skin. He couldn't breathe. He was actually drowning in water that wasn't there.
“CHAT!” Ladybug screamed in fear and grabbed his hand, trying to pull him back
down but as long as Twisted Sister stared at Chat, he was drowning. Ladybug
growled in anger and swung her weapon in Twisted Sister's direction, making her
blink and jump backwards.
Chat fell out of the sky and on the ground, gasping for air and making
strangled noises of terror and fear.
Ladybug helped her partner to his feet and they both stared at what used to be
Gracelyn as a purple butterfly shined around her eyes.
“Don't let them get away, Twisted Sister. Take them down! Now!”
Twisted Sister swirled her whip over her head and snapped it in their
direction, both of them jumping out of the way and leaping from her wrath. The
whip was moving as fast as a hummingbird's wings. It was almost impossible to
touch Twisted Sister.
Ladybug wondered about something and then decided that this was the best
choice. Using the string from her yo-yo, she wrapped it around Twisted Sister's
body, running in circles and having it coil around her like a snake. Ladybug
jumped up on a street light and pulled on the weapon, suspending Twisted Sister
in the air.
Ladybug jumped down and walked up to Twisted Sister, reaching for the
microphone but she was faster and began to sing.
“You got weights in your pockets, when you go to the doctor's,” And Ladybug
fell on the ground like a 300 pound weight. Twisted Sister began to laugh as
the string tightened around her and she felt it rib through her clothes and cut
into her skin.
“The friends don't walk, they run!” And with that, Ladybug began to run away
against her will, loosening the string around her body and letting her drop
down against the ground. Twisted Sister jumped back up and began to walk away
from them. But as soon as her back was turned, she was tackled by Chat Noir
once again. He sat on her back and put his pole under her chin and neck and
pulled back.
“Give it up!” He shouted at her and it made her laugh.
“This is kinky, Chat. I wonder who you're fucking, I bet she's into this!” Chat
snarled in anger and used his claws and smacked the girl across the face.
Cutting into her cheek, she squeaked in pain and began to cough as the metal
pushed against her windpipes.
“Uh-oh, she's coming to the attic, plastic,
Go back to being plastic.”
Chat felt his whole body go stiff and Twisted Sister knocked him off of her and
onto his back. He was powerless and couldn't fight back. With the most twisted
laugh ever imaginable, Twisted Sister reached for his hand and wrapped her
fingers around the ring and pulled.
The ring fell from his hands and into Twisted Sister's hand and Chat Noir
vanished... In his place, Twisted Sister froze in fear at who she saw.
Gracelyn fought to regain control of who she was. “A-Adrien...” She said it
with sadness and depression as the voice inside of her head whispered.
“Well done, Twisted Sister. Now for Ladybug.”Gracelyn groaned as she put her
hands over her ears and began to whimper with fear.
“I don't want to hurt him... He's my brother! I love him!” Gracelyn begged the
voice inside of her head to let her go.
“You pathetic waste! He doesn't love you! He's your brother, you disgusting
little slut! You're nothing but a disappointment to him and your family! Your
mother is in the hospital because of you! Your friends hate you! You are
nothing! And you will do as I say!”
“N-No... No I won't!” Gracelyn threw the ring from her hands and it skidded
across the pavement and back towards Adrien who quickly put it back on and he
became Chat Noir once again.
“You bitch! Stop this! Now!”He screamed in her head and Gracelyn once again,
lost control. Twisted Sister took over again and she began to cackle as tears
rolled down her face.
Before a reaction could be registered, she heard a shout of “Lucky Charm!”
behind her back and turned around to see Ladybug and in her hands, she held
duct tape.
“What, duct tape?! What the heck is this for?” She seemed more than a little
confused and then Twisted Sister spun the whip above her head and whacked it in
Ladybug's direction and she jumped out of the way and rolled to the side to
avoid being turned into porcelain.
“Chat! I need you to--”
“Let me guess, distract her?” Chat spun his baton in his hands and quickly used
it as a battering ram and smacked Twisted Sister in the side, making her double
over in pain.
Twisted Sister looked up and began to sing again. “All the best people are
crazy... All the best people are crazy...” And it felt like an earthquake
struck the city of Paris.
Whatever the two heroes expected, it wasn't this. Suddenly, they were being
surrounded by those that Twisted Sister had turned to porcelain. Ladybug began
to frantically look around and then stare at Twisted Sister for a long time.
“I know what I have to do. Get the attention of the dolls! I'm going for the
akuma,”
“Cause that's not terrifying at all!” Chat shouted at Ladybug who jumped up
above onto the street lamps. Chat began to zig-zag through the crowd of dolls
to get all of their attention and tried to repel them off without injuring
them, due to them being made of porcelain and still human beings.
With Twisted Sister's attention on Chat and not on Ladybug she didn't see the
red clad hero sneak up behind her and wrap her yo-yo string around her body
once again, kick her feet out from underneath her and make her fall to the
ground below.
“Show's over, Twisted Sister!” Before Twisted Sister began to sing, Ladybug put
duct tape over her mouth and quickly grabbed the microphone/whip from her grasp
and swung the weapon around and smashing the microphone on the ground, watching
it shatter into a million pieces and a black butterfly fluttered out of the
remains.
“No more evil doing for you, little Akuma...” Ladybug quickly cleansed the
butterfly of evil and threw the remaining duct tape into the air. Ladybugs
cleansed the city of havoc, turning everyone back into humans and no longer
porcelain. Twisted Sister began to bubble away and all that was left was a half
naked Gracelyn, covered in cuts, bruises, and crying like a wounded animal.
“Gracelyn!” Ladybug dropped down to her knees and next to the terrified pop
star who was shaking and whimpering. “It's okay, you're okay... Calm down,”
Ladybug wrapped her arms around the girl and Gracelyn couldn't hold back the
tears and pushed her head into the hero's neck, wanting nothing more than to
hold onto her and never let go. Gracelyn knew exactly who Ladybug was now and
she was so scared that she knew.
“M-Marinette... I'm so sorry,” Was all she could say. Ladybug was shocked.
“Y-You remember? No one remembers after the akuma is cleansed!”
“I-I remember...” She remembers almost everything... She knows she saw Chat
Noir without his miraculous but... she can't remember who he was.
“Please don't hate me! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to!” Gracelyn cried and
cried as Ladybug gently began to pet her hair and shush her in the most gentle
way possible.
“Sh... It's okay, don't worry... I'm not mad, it's okay,” She whispered to her.
Chat Noir just stared as he saw his own sister snuggling up to Ladybug. It was
an oddly sweet sight but it also filled him with jealousy; whether it be
Ladybug holding his sister, or his sister clinging to Ladybug like a lifeline,
he couldn't be sure. But one thing was for sure... Gracelyn will never be the
same again.
 
Chapter End Notes
     I don't think I've ever had this much fun writing in a long time! It
     was so fun to write this out and I just hope you all like what I've
     written! I really do!
***** Your Bittersweet Shares A Tragedy *****
The sun was shining bright through the windows of the classroom. The air was
perfect outside; not too hot, or too cold. It was a perfect day... outside.
But everyone knew that everything was wrong inside the classroom.
Gracelyn was broken. Instead of her bright and colorful outfits and vibrant,
beautiful hair styled perfectly, the girl was dark. Her clothes consisted of
tattered old acid washed skinny jeans and plain black sneakers. She wore an
oversized hoodie that had the familiar smell of her brother on it, clearly
something he gave to her to cover up the bandages all over her body.
But that isn't what everyone found off putting... Gracelyn's blond hair was
gone. She had dyed it a dark brown color and it was a complete mess; all over
the place. Dark circles were under her eyes and she looked much paler than
normal- it was impossible for her to sleep at night.
Adrien had been woken up by her blood curdling screams of terror for the last 3
nights in a row. It had gotten so bad that she had refused to sleep in her own
room and begged him to let her stay with him all night long. Adrien didn't mind
but it would be better if he didn't wake up and Gracelyn was on the floor and
whimpering like a wounded puppy.
And now here she was in class, hardly keeping it together. No one dared talk to
her. Everyone was completely confused on how to feel about all of this. Usually
when an attack like this happens, no one knows who it is and the attacker's
memory is wiped... That is what Ladybug is meant to do... But this time, it
didn't work. Everyone knows what happened.
So now Gracelyn sat in class... What was left of her, anyway. No one knew who
this stranger was. Gracelyn had been completely wiped from her face. All that
was left was an empty shell that resembled the pop star.
The news was going insane. It had gone public with what Gracelyn had done, and
her appearance was all but ruined. She was pretty much destroyed; any hope of
growing passed Paris had been wiped out. She was nothing. Her fame was gone.
Her friends were gone. She had nothing.
So when someone called her name in class, she barely managed to look up from
her desk.
"Gracie?" Madame Bustier spoke.
Gracelyn sputtered the first thing that came to her head in the form of an
answer: "C-Covalent bonds."
Chloe and Sabrina snorted from the front of the class and it made Gracelyn put
her hand against her forehead and look at the teacher.
"I'm sorry, ma'am. What did you ask?"
"I asked if you were feeling okay... You look a little..."
Gracelyn bit her lip and worried if she would finish her sentence or leave it
alone. Unfortunately, luck wasn't on her side.
"-Pale. Do you need to step out for a minute? Get some fresh air and a little
water?"
"I-I wouldn't feel very comfortable going alone, ma'am."
Madame Bustier answered almost immediately. "Someone can go with you."
Gracelyn expected for Adrien's hand to shoot into the air but instead, it was a
familiar slender fingered hand that she had come to know very well. "I'll go
with her."
"Thank you, Marinette. Be careful," Marinette jumped from her chair and quickly
ran to the door, waiting for Gracelyn to leave her chair. She slowly stood up
and flinched at her still healing wounds groaning agony. Very slowly, she made
her way to the door, looking back and making eye contact with her brother who
gave her the most sympathetic look she's ever seen him have in her entire life.
It made her heart melt.
Once they were outside, Gracelyn let out a whimper of pain. Marinette could
feel her heart breaking with every pained noise Gracelyn let out. These wounds
were all her fault anyway...
"Are you okay?" That was the stupidest thing Marinette could ever say. But she
said it anyway and now there's no way to take it back. Gracelyn nodded, tears
in her eyes as they walked down the stairs and to the girl's bathroom. Gracelyn
limped to the mirror and took off her hoodie, staring at herself in the mirror.
Marinette gasped in horror at how terrible she really looked. Cuts and bruises
littered her body, along with sloppy bandages over the cuts. The black tank top
barely fit her, it was far too big for her body; it was obviously Adrien's.
Gracelyn turned on the water, splashed the cold liquid in her face and on her
neck, closing her eyes and wiping her forehead.
Gracelyn sighed and turned off the water before wiping her hands off on the
towel near the door and pulling on her hoodie. But once the hoodie was on,
Gracelyn felt a pair of arms snake around her waist and something hard gently
snuggled in between her shoulder blades.
"I'm so, so sorry Gracelyn... This is all my fault." Marinette sniffled and
Gracelyn felt Marinette's tears leak through her hoodie and her heart melted.
"N-No, Marinette, this isn't your fault." Gracelyn turned around and grasped
the girl's hands in her own, gently kissing her knuckles. "I was going to kill
you... you didn't have a choice..."
"I still feel horrible... I don't know how you could ever forgive me, I did
horrible things to you and now you're hurting and I can't help in any way and I
just feel terrible about it and I jus-"
Marinette's unwarranted self loathing monologue was cut off by Gracelyn
pressing her lips gently to her own. Marinette gasped in surprise and squeaked
in confusion but sighed in her throat, closing her eyes and gently leaning in
to the girl's lips that still tasted sweet and amazing.
After a few seconds, Gracelyn pulled away from her lips and blushed a bright
red, smiling happily.
"Marinette... Shut up," Giggling like a little kid, Gracelyn wrapped her arms
around Marinette's waist and sighed with content as the girl in return gently
kissed her exposed neck but wrinkled her nose at the ammonia smell from the
hair dye.
All of this was overwhelming to Marinette. Just a few days ago, she had the
biggest crush on Adrien, and now here she was, making out with his sister. It
was surprising how a change of heart could occur, almost overnight. That night,
after Marinette had let Chat Noir talk Gracelyn home, she went back to her own
house and stayed up all night, thinking- crying, even. An akuma has never made
Marinette this stressed or worried in her whole life.
Marinette was careful for the next few days, helping Gracelyn whenever possible
and trying to treat everything delicately as to not upset her or try and remind
her how horrible things were...
But this was the first time she apologized for what happened. And although
Gracelyn didn't blame any of it on Marinette, Marinette believed it was all her
fault; and the guilt was eating her up inside.
But if Gracelyn herself is standing here, telling her that it's okay, she has
to take it to heart. It must be okay to her.
"Marinette," Gracelyn spoke softly to get the girl's attention- she had zoned
out while holding Gracelyn in her arms.
"I, uhm... I know what you said before- about us not being able to work... And
I know now that it's because you have a thing for my brother,"
Marinette blushed a deep crimson and held her tighter, burying her face in her
neck out of embarrassment. Gracelyn sighed and pushed the girl back to look her
in the eyes... Those beautiful blue eyes...
"But I was hoping we could try it to where... You see me for me? And not just
for my brother?" She could see the heat and pain within Gracelyn's eyes; she
was hurting so badly over these last few days, her heart almost exploding with
the overwhelming feelings she was experiencing. Between knowing the identity of
Paris' most desired superhero and becoming extremely attached to the girl in
question, Gracelyn didn't know how to feel anymore.
And keep in mind, this is the girl that Marinette kicked the hell out of a
couple of days ago. Of course she didn't know how to feel about any of this
either. Holding onto a huge secret like this was scary for both of them. Not
that Marinette didn't trust her, she did. But it was still scary knowing that
her entire life was in Gracelyn's hands.
But maybe they could both forget about it for now; forget that Gracelyn was a
famous pop star and Marinette was a red-clad hero. And for just a little while,
even for just a few days, just pretend they were nobody but two girls in a
world full of extreme chaos.
The moment was sweet while it lasted, but at some point, they had to return to
class.
When the door opened, everyone in the room flinched. Clearly, no one was very
comfortable being around Gracelyn in light of the current events. Even
Gracelyn's mother refused to accept her visits at the hospital.
Getting through the day was harder than she ever believed possible. But once it
was over, she quietly trudged outside towards the front of the school where the
limo was waiting for her, Nathalie in the front seat and their driver waiting
patiently for the two to get in. Gracelyn sighed and looked at Adrien who was
walking down the stairs, chatting with Nino.
She quickly sent a text to him and walked passed the car, not wanting to sit
inside of it when her father called to tell her the schedule for the rest of
the day. She wanted to do nothing that her father told her to.
The jeans that loosely clung to her waist began to scuff against the sidewalk,
tearing a small bit behind her heels. Clearly, she hasn't worn these jeans in
months. Running a hand through her sloppy new hair, she walked as if she had
ten pound weights attached to her ankles; like moving her legs was the most
complicated task in the entire world.
She felt her phone buzz in her pocket but she chose to ignore it and quickly
stepped up to the gates at the front of her home and pushed them open, stepping
up the path and towards the front door. She pressed the key inside the lock and
turned it the opposite way. Her brain was so foggy that it took her a minute to
turn the key in the right direction and push the front door open.
She knew her father was home but she could care less. Ripping the key from the
lock, she dropped them down into the dish next to the door and walked up the
staircase and down the halls, towards her bedroom.
When she reached it, she dropped her school bag down and closed the door behind
her. Stripping from her clothes, she stood in just her sports bra and boyshort
panties, lazily stepping towards the mirror that hung from her wall. She stared
at herself for several minutes, studying everything.
The scrapes, the cuts, the bruises... Everything that proved that she was
nothing more than a monster. She remembers everything she did, all the harm she
caused. She hurt so many people... And now everyone feared her.
Tears stained her eyes and streaked down her cheeks as she stepped away from
the mirror and crawled under the safety of her blankets, feeling the warmth
surround her body and keeping the cold air from touching her skin, or her
heart.
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