#(technically her anniversary was yesterday but whatever. night posting you know)

[icedteaandoldlace]

When I got to the last episode of Up Here and they sang A Christmas Prayer, I thought that they sounded nice and that it was a pretty solid song, but it didn't really resonate with me in any way, so I just kinda set it aside, thinking, "I don't have any use for this now, but I'll come back to it when I feel like it later." Well, friends, now, on the first wedding anniversary of my ex-friend who ghosted the entire friend group in January, that time has finally come.

[dirty-urie]

Little Brendon

Second Person

Brendon x Female Reader

PFTW Era

Fluff(ish) Oneshot

PG-13? R?

3.6k Words

Warnings In Order of Appearance: real person fic, language throughout, arguably slight smut, minor dirty talk

Author's Notes:

1. I don't know how I got this idea or what possessed me to actually write it, to be honest, but I had fun, so I guess that's all that matters.

2. Posting this in honor of the anniversary of the show I went to on the first leg of the Wicked tour, which was technically yesterday, but this fic wasn’t done yesterday, so here it is now.

“Awww, little Brendon,” you gush at the computer screen.

“Please tell me you aren’t looking at pictures of my penis,” Brendon says, walking into the room.

You laugh, rolling your eyes. “Not that your ego couldn’t use a little bruising, but no, I’m not cooing at your nudes. Merch wants you to sign off on the final photos of the Beebo plush, and look how cute he is!” You shift the computer monitor so he can see what you’re looking at.

“Why are you going through my email?”

“You always ignore emails from Merch, and I like looking at all of the new Panic designs!”

“Babe, I work ten hours a day; I don’t want to do anything I don’t have to. Merch will use whatever designs they think will sell well. They don’t actually need my approval. Those sign-off emails are just a formality.”

You pout. “I know, I know. I won’t go through your email anymore.”

“Good,” he says, relieved. "I wouldn’t want you to discover all the messages from my mistresses.”

“You’re a jackass,” you call, flipping him off as he leaves the room with a smirk.

***

“I’m gonna miss you,” you pout, leaning against the door frame to your bedroom.

He kisses your forehead and puts another pair of sweatpants in a suitcase. “You can’t wait for me to leave. You get to have the girls over, watch all your shitty movies, and you won’t have to deal with my dirty underwear or noisy video games in your nice living room.”

You take the t-shirt he’s about to pack out of his hands and throw it on the bed, pulling him into a kiss. You slip your hands under the waistband of his pants to grope his ass. You pull away. “Mhm, that’s what I thought. I don’t ever have to deal with dirty underwear because you never wear any.”

“Hey! Don’t slut-shame me! You love having such easy access to this body.” He gestures to his body with a strange flailing arm motion.

“You know what? You’re right. I can’t wait for you to leave.”

He side-eyes you. “Well, in that case, you won’t want the present I got you.” He shrugs, refolding his shirt.

Your eyes light up, and you go kiss him again. “Have I ever told you how much I love you? Because it’s a lot. Enough to justify a really nice present,” You say after he pulls away.

“That’s what I thought. I guess you’ll get your present after all. Close your eyes,” Brendon says.

You close your eyes, and he hands you something soft. You open your eyes, and it’s Brendon’s likeness in plush form. He’s wearing Brendon’s tour outfit with a gold jacket over a black tee and black leather pants.

“Little Brendon!” you exclaim, seeing the toy in your hands. “Aww, it’s even got your lips and little eyebrow scar! Thank you, babe.” You kiss him and then Little Brendon. “Now I have someone to keep me company while you’re off getting bitches on tour.”

“Oh, come on, babe,” he says, putting his hand on your shoulder and looking into your eyes, “they’re not bitches, they’re groupies.”

You smack his arm affectionately and then push him onto the bed to crawl on top of him. “Maybe you should practice for the groupies. Wouldn’t want you to kill their rockstar fantasies because you’re out of experience.”

He flips you over and rolls on top of you, nipping at your neck. “Out of experience? What, pray tell, have we been doing every day for the past two weeks, if not building my experience?” he asks with disbelief, punctuating each point with a bite or kiss. “Remember when I made you come twelve times in one hour before I let myself come? Or when we fucked on the roof of my studio when the neighbors were out of town? Or when you fucked my ass with that new toy, the one that vibrates?”

“Shit, shit, point taken,” you moan, grinding up against him while he bears down on you.

His phone pings, and he slows his hips to grab it from the side table. “Fuck, Zack’s out front. I’ve gotta go.”

You grab the front of his shirt and yank him down for a deep, dirty kiss.

He’s reluctant to pull away, but his other love is calling. Tour, that is, not Zack.

“Okay, let me up, loverboy. I’ll help bring your stuff out to the car,” you tell him.

“Thank you. Most of my instruments and stuff are already with the guys, but I’ve still got two suitcases and a backpack.”

You both stand up, and he grabs the suitcases, leaving you with the backpack. “You’re not gonna readjust, rockstar?” You ask, eyeing his tented sweatpants.

He shrugs, “My hands are full, and it’s nothing Zack hasn’t seen before.”

“You just like showing off,” you accuse, and he smirks a little and winks because you’re not wrong.

You walk him to the car and give him a final goodbye kiss. “I love you to death. Knock their socks off, babe.”

***

Without fail, the one-week mark hits you like a truck. You’ve had your fun with girlfriends, and you’ve enjoyed the peace and quiet, but your bed is empty, and it’s weighing on your chest. Even the puppies seem a little more glum without Brendon.

You feel silly, but finally, after two nights of crying yourself to sleep, you give in and grab little Brendon from your dresser and cuddle up with him.

***

Two weeks later and you and the real Brendon are half-asleep, snuggled up against each other in the nicest hotel room in Houston. You can only spend two nights with him, and you refuse to let him go for even a second more than you have to. Which he did not appreciate when he had to use the bathroom, but it’s his fault for leaving you for so long.

“Baby, I’ve got an interview, but I’ll bring back breakfast, and we’ll eat in bed, okay? I’m really sorry,” He whispers apologetically, peeling away from you.

“Don’t be sorry, it’s what you have to do to pay the bills. Can you hand me Little B? He’s in my purse,” you ask, and Brendon obliges without comment, probably just happy you’re not crying.

You fall back asleep with the little guy in your arms.

Brendon knows it’s irrational when he comes back three hours later at 8 am, and he feels a tiny twinge of jealousy at the plush you’re cuddled up with. However, he feels it is not irrational that he’s upset when he climbs into bed with you, and instead of immediately clinging to him like always, you just clutch Little Brendon harder. Almost as if protecting the toy from Brendon.

“Y/N, I’m back,” he whispers in your ear, half-hoping you’ll throw the doll on the ground and roll over to make burning hot love to him for 12 hours straight. That’ll show Little Brendon. Well, no, it won’t, he has stuffing where his brain should be, but it’ll show him on principle.

You do roll over to throw an arm across him, but you still have little Brendon tucked under your other arm.

Brendon decides to call this one a draw.

“Did you bring food?” You mumble.

“Of course, darling. I’ll do anything to spoil you. That’s one of the perks of having a driver’s license and sentience.”

“…What?”

“Nothing. I’ll get your food.”

He insists on feeding you and rubbing your feet, and letting you watch whatever you want on the hotel TV. And it’s just because he wants to take care of you while you two are together. Definitely no other reason. He certainly feels no joy at the sight of Little Brendon lying discarded on the nightstand. Point Real Brendon.

After the day of pampering, it pains you when you check the clock, and it’s time to leave. “Alright, I’ve gotta head out, B. I can’t miss my flight,” you finally say, changing from Brendon’s T-shirt into real clothes.

Brendon thinks about protesting, but he knows better. You have your own life apart from him, and he respects that.

You cram your stuff in your overnight bag and give your goodbye hugs and kisses to Brendon. Then you kiss Little B before throwing him in your purse. You think you see Brendon scowl at your new companion, but you were probably just imagining it.

***

“Surprise!” Brendon shouts as he opens the door.

“Babe! Thank god I sent the strippers home early,” you joke as he sits next to you on the couch.

“Shit, I missed the strippers?”

“You fucking goof,” you laugh, playing with his hair. “What are you doing home early?”

“Nicole needed to come home for some emergency with her house, so I figured I’d charter the plane and zip down with her and Zack to spend the night with my beautiful wife.”

“God, that must’ve cost an arm and a leg, B.”

He shrugs, “Nah, we were only in Portland anyway, and it’s easier than finding a new bassist on short notice. This way, Nicole and I can be back for the San Jose show tomorrow night, and I get a whole twelve hours at home with my girl and my puppies.”

“Oh, well, I’m glad it worked out for everyone. Especially me,” you say, shifting to sit in Brendon’s lap.

You two finish up the episode you were watching before you insist that he comes to bed because he’s overworked and jetlagged. He’s sleepy and doesn’t need that much convincing, but he tries to put up a fight anyway.

“I only get a little bit of time with you; I don’t want to spend it sleeping,” he complains.

“This is the hardest I’ve ever had to work to get you in my bed,” you respond, yanking him to his feet.

His eyes light up, and you shake your head. “No, sir. We’re not having sex. You’re getting at least seven hours of sleep in your own bed with the love of your life, and then you’re going to take a shower, make me breakfast, and give San Jose the show of their lives. You’ll literally see me again in two days when I come to the LA show.”

He bites his lip, still trying to lay the seduction on thick.

“No! Bed! Or I’m making you sleep in the guest room!”

He sighs, trudging along behind you to the bedroom.

“Um, babe, I think you forgot to kick out your mistress before I got home,” he says, gesturing to his side of the bed where little Brendon is tucked into the comforter.

You scowl playfully. “Oh, shush you. Where else should I put him while making the bed?”

“I don’t know, but letting my replacement sleep in my spot feels a little on the nose.”

“He’s not your replacement, baby.”

“Really?” Brendon asks, picking up Little Brendon and getting into bed, “because” he sniffs Little Brendon’s head, “I’m pretty sure Little Brendon is wearing my fifty dollar cologne.”

You blush, “Okay, well I take him everywhere, and I didn’t want him to smell, and it’s not like I could use any of my perfumes…” you taper off, realizing that you may have given yourself away with the ‘take him everywhere’ line.

He narrows his eyes but doesn’t say anything else before clicking out the light.

“Hey, Brendon?” You ask quietly.

“Mm?”

“Um, what did you do with Little B?”

Brendon clicks on the light. “Ah-ha! J’accuse! You’ve replaced me!”

“I just don’t want the dogs to rip him up and then leave me to clean up stuffing all morning!” You defend yourself.

“Well then, you won’t mind me putting him up on the dresser.”

“Of course, I won’t mind.”

Brendon puts Little B on the dresser and goes back to bed, so imagine his surprise when instead of waking up tangled in your arms the next morning, he’s not even touching you on the king bed. Instead, you’re hugging Little Bastard with your nose buried in his fabric hair.

Little B’s smirk taunts Brendon as he storms out of bed to make his damn wife breakfast. His damn wife.

***

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m gonna come,” you whine, rubbing your hips frantically.

“Come,” he commands. “Let me see that pretty mouth fall open as you come all over our bedsheets, pretty girl.”

The angle on your clit is perfect, and the image of him getting off on your phone right along with you pushes you into bliss, and your orgasm rocks through your core. You know you’ve affected him when you hear him grunt as come rolls down his fist.

“God, babe, you’re incredible, from a completely different country, fuck, a completely different continent, you still turn me on like crazy,” he admires.

“I could say the same about you. I came so hard just from getting to hear and see you.” You tell him before accidentally dropping your phone. “Shit, sorry, my fingers are a little wet.

Brendon would normally just be admiring the soaked panties he’s getting a glimpse of, but instead, his attention is drawn between your thighs for a different reason.

“Were you getting off by humping Little Brendon?!”

“It’s not what it looks like, okay?” You say, picking up the phone. “He’s the perfect firmness, and he’s way easier to manage than a clunky pillow! It’s purely physical!”

Brendon scoffs, “I’ve bought you thousands of dollars in sex toys, and you turn to him? In our marital bed? I’m being cuckolded by polyester!”

“Brendon, it’s a stuffed animal, not the pool boy. You come back from England in three days, and you can fuck me however you want. Y’know, because of your functioning dick, tongue, and fingers?”

“Just as long as I don’t come back to find you rimming the stuffed tiger from Calvin and Hobbes,” he teases with a smile.

“Hm, is degrading Winnie the Pooh out of the question, too, then? because if that’s the case, then I’ll need to find different plans for tomorrow evening.”

He gives you a pointed look, feigning seriousness before cracking a grin. “Alright, alright, thank you for the orgasm. I’ll see you on Tuesday,” he says before blowing you a kiss before hanging up.

“That plush better count his days,” Brendon mumbles to himself before falling asleep.

***

“Do you want me to go with you to the store?” He offers.

“No, baby, enjoy some of your time at home. I’ll just bring my other husband for emotional support.” You toss Little Brendon in your purse.

“I remember when I was your emotional support at the grocery store…” Brendon starts, looking off into the distance.

“Yeah, me too, and you were terrible. You hated it. Rest assured, I’ll make you come back to the grocery store another time, but right now, I’m being nice because you just got back from tour. And you still have the dishes and the vacuuming to do.”

“Aye, aye, captain. Don’t let the paparazzi catch you smooching Little Brendon while I’m at home doing your dirty work,” he calls as you leave.

“No promises! He’s very tempting!”

***

“You never snuggle with me anymore,” Brendon pouts after you reject his advances in bed.

“It’s August, and you’re hot,” you complain, and he gives you a suggestive look. “Not that kind of hot, Casanova. I mean two minutes in, and you’re sweating all over me. It’s uncomfortable.”

“You snuggled with Little Brendon when I was gone!” He accuses.

“Yes, because I’ve grown accustomed to sleeping with something in my arms, and Little Brendon doesn’t sweat, or snore, or wake me up in the morning with his cock pressing into my thigh, or bicker with me about how I choose to sleep,” you explain, annoyed. Brendon looks genuinely upset, so you soften your face. “When the temperature isn’t in the triple digits, and we don’t literally stick together when we touch, we can cuddle. Okay?”

“Fine.”

***

“Bogart, hey buddy, look at this toy for you to chew on. Bite, bite, bite, kill,” he says, throwing Little Brendon to Bogart.

Bogart sighs and rests his head on Little Brendon like a pillow.

“First my wife and now my dog,” Brendon shouts, throwing his hands up in frustration.

“Okay, this has gone on long enough,” you tell him, alerting him to your presence in the doorframe. “Sit,” you order, pointing to the couch. “Brendon, you’re jealous of a toy,” you state bluntly.

He blushes and grabs his stuffed enemy. “It’s not about the toy,” he finally admits.

“Yeah, I didn’t think so.”

“It’s just,” he struggles to find the right words, “I love touring. I love seeing all the different cities on my days off, meeting fans, partying with different bands, and most of all playing shows.” He takes a deep breath. “But I also love you. I love waking up with you, going out to dinner, watching you get off on my thigh, and just getting to be near you. So when I have to be away from you to tour, sometimes I wonder if I made the right choice, and seeing you do the things I want to do with you with the stupid Beebo plush instead, kept bringing all of those feelings to the forefront” he confesses.

“Oh, B, of course, you made the right choice. I love you, and I miss you when you’re gone sometimes, but I love our life. I love getting my independence when you’re gone, visiting you on-tour, watching you do what you love, having super hot reunion sex. So yeah, sometimes I just wanna squeeze you and smell your cologne and kiss your little face, but I’d never want you to sacrifice your career for that,” you say. “You wanna know why I like Little B so much?”

“Because he’s so good for humping?”

“No,” you laugh, “well, yes, actually, he is. But it’s because he reminds me why I spend some nights alone and hop on dreadful red-eye flights every few weeks and have to hook up with my husband on a fucking bus. So you can put on this dumb gold jacket,” you fiddle with Little Brendon’s jacket, “and perform the songs you worked so hard on for hundreds of thousands of people, and then sell thousands of these dumb little dolls so we can live in a multi-million dollar house with a home studio and a heated pool.”

“So you’re not replacing me with the puppet doll?” He asks.

“Well, maybe a little, but sometimes you feel so intangible. Even when you’re here, I know you have other, more important obligations, so it’s nice to have something constant,” you laugh, “and I think Bogart feels the same way,” you say, pointing to the dog who is curled around his new friend protectively.

***

“You’ve created a monster!”

“Have not!”

“You were the one who gave him Little Brendon!”

Brendon’s eyes dart to the floor because you’re right.

Bogart grew attached to Little Brendon faster than you did and now gently carries the toy with him wherever he goes. If you try to reclaim Little Brendon, Bogart growls and snarls.

“It’s kind of cute, I guess. He’s protecting his daddy,” you say.

“Then it’s your fault for putting my cologne on him,” Brendon retorts.

“Ugh, fine,” you concede.

“Oh look, he’s dropped it,” Brendon points out.

At first, you think it’s a good thing, but you both recognize the look Bogart’s giving.

“Go, Bog! Get it!” Brendon cackles as the dog pounces.

“Oh no, you don’t, bad dog,” you scold, snatching the toy away. “If you wanna hump something, I think Zack’s coming over tonight, but we don’t do that to mommy’s things.”

Brendon’s still laughing his ass off, and you shoot him a dirty look. “C’mon, babe, you’ve blue-balled him,” Brendon says, pointing to the sad-looking dog.

“Bogart is fixed and doesn’t have balls, a characteristic you two will soon have in common if you don’t stop giggling like a ten-year-old,” you threaten, and he, wisely, shuts up. “That’s what I thought. And if anything, this is just vindication for me because I told you Little Brendon was good for humping, and you dismissed it,” you tell him.

“Okay, fine, there was a brief period of time when I was irrationally jealous of a toy,” he admits. “But I think you should get another taste of the real thing before you decide who’s the better lay once and for all,” Brendon says, picking you up and carrying you to the bedroom.

“Brendon!” You lightheartedly protest in his arms.

***

You’re lying on his chest contentedly as he strokes your arm. “You wanna know what I miss the most about getting to cuddle with you when you’re touring? Something Little Brendon doesn’t give me?”

“Hm?”

“Your heartbeat. Feeling it under my head or under my palm. Especially if we’re lying together for a while. I love how it slows and steadies the longer we’re with each other. So comforting.”

***

Little Brendon is sitting on your bed with a card that says, “Squeeze me!” on the front. You squeeze the plush, and you immediately recognize Brendon’s heartbeat coming softly from the chest of the toy. You smile and pick up the card.

Hey, baby! It reads, I’m no doubt missing you on the second leg of tour right now, but if you really need some comfort, I hope this’ll do. The recording lasts about an hour, and I made sure it got down to my resting heart rate before it stops. I’m sorry for being a jealous dick about a stuffed animal, but even my possessive lizard brain wants you to have something to make you feel better if you’re ever stressed or upset. (And now that the Beebo plushies are officially for sale, you can rest easy knowing yours is special)

xoxoxo,

Brendon

[bookswitchcraftandcats]

Rainy Days (Part 3 of 4)

Link to AO3 -----  Part 1  Part 2   

It is later than I said I would post it, I’ve been busy, Sorry!

Summary: Emma and Julian are in charge of the London Institute for a week and find a box that once belonged to Cordelia Carstairs and contains poems written to her by James Herondale. The story switches between Emma and Julian and oneshots about things that happened in Jordelia's life to inspire the poems.

Sorry if the formatting for the poems is messed up, I tried.

TW: There is demon fighting and someone gets hurt.

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“Well that one was…” Julian trails off as they both kind of laugh. They felt kind of weird reading something that was pretty personal to them. They put that poem back in the box and started to look for another when Emma’s phone buzzed. She grabbed it from the shelf she left it on. It was a text from Clary.

“Looks like we are going to New York next week,” Emma says. Jace and Clary were needed in Idris for a meeting and wanted them to run the institute while they were gone. It would only be for a few days and they loved New York anyways.

Jace and Clary had been to L.A. recently, though their vacations were far and few with the stress of running and institute. They spent the day by the ocean catching up and having fun. They also played an incredibly competitive game of volley ball and Julian and Clary worked on some painting.

“What are Jace and Clary doing?” Julian asks.

“I don’t know, something in Idris.” Jace and Clary had been going to Idris a lot lately helping to sort things out, after the cohort had been defeated there had been a lot of work to move stuff back to the shadowhunter's home country. 

Hopefully they could just have a relaxing weekend, maybe even find another old jewelry box filled with her ancestors' stuff, though that was highly unlikely. They had been trying to have a relaxing weekend for the past 6 years and were epically failing at something that seemed so easy. Cristina had even made fun of her for it because of how often she tried to take a couple days off and then got dragged back to work. She said Emma and Julian were a “magnet for trouble.”

“Maybe we can go see a show on Broadway next week,” Julian says thoughtfully, “We haven’t been on a fancy date in a while.” 

They really hadn’t been out much, Alec had them all around the world helping because they were so short on people and her and Julian had existence running an institute. They didn’t mind it really, if they did all they had to do was say the word and they would be home, but they loved to travel and explore different institutes. It gave them ideas for what they could do back in LA. 

“That sounds great,” she says. She picks up another poem titled Daisies.

Daisy

I want to take you to the green meadow, Where the sky is blue and wild flowers grow. And where there is everlasting spring and peace, So that we can escape the natures of city life.

I want to take you to were the songbirds sing, Where even the dragon finds fitful sleep. Hope flows through that warm calming breeze, Inviting us to enjoy the wonders the world has to show.

There is no one I'd rather explore it with than you, Nothing it can show me will be as extraordinary as you, And there you'll find a woven crown of white flowers, Because you are always and forever my queen, my Daisy.

Cordelia and James were out on patrol the night before their first anniversary. There had been an increase in demon activity in London with the recent stormy weather. Tonight was no exception to this weather pattern, it was raining cats and dogs while the couple wandered the streets.  

“I hate the rain,” Cordelia says, James responding with a quiet laugh. 

“Hopefully we can find this demon soon so we can go sit by a fire,” he says. 

They were tracking a demon that had been wreaking havoc in the train stations for the past week. They had almost had it yesterday but it just got away. They were now using a tracking rune and a bit of it’s blood that was spilled during the fight. It led them to an abandoned warehouse by the Thames River. 

They cautiously entered the warehouse and the door slammed shut behind them, closing off the light of the full moon and  leaving them in pitch black darkness. They could hear the rain against the metal roof, some of the water was dripping through it onto the floor. Cordelia pulled out the witchlight that Alastair had given her and it lit up the dusty building. 

“Well this is underwhelming,” James said, “for a demon layer it really lacks style.” Cordelia gave him a look and then went to explore further into the warehouse. She stepped in a puddle of black slime. 

“We need a vacation,” she says with a sigh while looking at her shoe. James nodded. 

Out of the corner of the room they could see two glowing eyes as a demon moved out from the shadows. Cordelia had a feeling it was not the only one. James pulled out a knife and hit the creature with deadly accuracy. They hear a flutter of wings and scales above. They are definitely not alone. 

Cordelia unsheathes Cortana, the bronze sword lighting up the dark room. She could see her reflection in the blade, her hair was pulled up in preparation for a battle but a few strands were coming loose and she was wearing gear. She looked at James, both of them had a determined look in their eyes. They started fighting as the demons swarmed down from above. It was all arcs of gold and light from seraph blades. Cordelia wielded her sword as though it was an extension of her own arm and James’s knives never missed their mark. 

James pulled out a seraph blade and named it Raphael. He yelled something at Cordelia but she was too focused to understand it before it was too late. The demon’s claw grabbed her shoulder as she spun and swung Cortana at it turning it to dust. 

They quickly took out the rest and were both exhausted from fighting. James noticed the cut on Cordelia’s shoulder and ran to help her as she practically collapsed into his arms.  The world went dark as she fell into James’s arms. 

When she woke up they were at the institute and she was laying on one of the beds in the infirmary. Her shoulder was bandaged and she could see multiple iratzes. She was feeling much better. She looked over and saw James reading a book next to her bed. He saw her and smiled. 

“What happened?” She asked, holding her still sore shoulder. 

“We found the demon hideout, thankfully you finished them all off,” James said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. Cordelia glanced at the clock and smiled.

“It’s technically our anniversary you know.” She said, “It’s past midnight.”

“I know,” James said with a confident smirk, the door opened and his parabatai walked in. Both boys looked far too smug about whatever idea they had come up with. 

He gestured to Matthew standing by the door. 

Mathew walked back in holding a bouquet of daisies tied together with a bow. There was also a small envelope that he handed to James and then left. 

“Happy anniversary Daisy,” James said and kissed her. 

She opened the card and saw a poem written out on the left side. 

“Thank you James, happy anniversary.” Cordelia said happily and returned his kiss.

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[chatnoirishott]

In your Dreams

"Pound it!" Ladybug and chatnoir said in unison after defeating yet another akuma.

Lady bug was looking, from the rooftop they were standing on, in awe at the beautiful city of lights, she sat down, dangling her feet off the edge of the roof, chatnoir sat beside her, their legs just barely touching.

Ladybug was about to get up to go, but chatnoir said " happy anniversary bugaboo"

"W-what??" She sputtered back in surprise, "anniversary??" She questioned aloud.

"Yea, it's been a whole year since we first got the miraculouses, it feels like just yesterday I first met you an-" he stopped himself from finishing that sentence, not wanting to ruin the moment by saying: it feels like yesterday I just met you, and fell in love with you, and her saying they have to be strictly business. "And what?" She asked. "Oh nothing to worry about bugaboo" he replied smugly. "Oh come on tell me!" She asked playfully. Chat didnt reply, he just looked at the stars, ladybug however, was looking into his eyes, the reflection of the stars bounced beautifully. Than chat looked at her, and to his surprise he saw her staring at him, but when he looked she quickly turned away, and turned red.

He was about to say some pun about stars, when he felt something on his shoulder, he turned and saw Ladybug, lieing her head upon his shoulder, drifting off to sleep, he laid his head on hers, and softly began to purr, and slowly, himself, beginning to drift off to sleep also. Soon they were delightfully dreaming.

Ladybug saw herself in a black situation, everything around her was black, she was thinking about how she would rather be at the park, when all the sudden, the blackness turned into the park. "Oh good, I'm dreaming" she said happily. " wait, I was on the rooftop with chat, so I fell asleep next to him!" This is horrible!" She exclaimed right before she heard a thud, it came from behind the bench, she started swinging her yo-yo in a protective way, walking eerily twords the bench, when chat popped out from the bench. "Hello m'lady" and what are you doing in my dreams tonight?" He asked. "How did you know I was real, and not a figment in your imagination?" She asked. "Oh well if I was dreaming about you, I dont think it would be where you try to beat me up with your yo-yo" he said as he wiggled his eyebrows. She just rolled her eyes. "Chat be serious, we have to wake up!"

"Okay okay" he exclaimed. "Let's just create something scary, and that would wake at least one of us up, but hey, remember last week when I tried to kiss you? And you said " in your dreams"? Well technically we are in my dreams now" he said as he put himself a centimeters from her face. " oh his soft pink lips looked so delectable" she thought, as she strated blushing.she than pushed him aside. "We need to focus and get back to work" she said as she turned away as to not let him see her blushing face.

All the sudden she was back into reality, not dreaming, her head laying on chats shoulder, and his head laying on her head.

The sun had risen, and she knee she should get going to school soon, but them just sitting there, and his purring, was so cute, she couldn't help but blush and want to stay there forever.

"Hello bugaboo, I see you stayed instead of leaving" he said as he waggled his eyebrows. She hated it when he did that becuase it was so cute. She had to go before he did somthing else cute that would make her blush even more.

"Oh whatever kitty, it's time to go anyway, I'll see you later. Bug out" and within a blink she was gone.

Marinette was walking to school talking into her bag, and was learning some wierd information.

Marinette: why was chat acctually in my dream?

Tikki: well..the ladybug and cat miraculouses are part of a whole, and they always had a bond, but since it's been a year, the miraculouses have a stronger bond, so now you and chat will end up in eachothers dream...in or out of costume..anytime you both are asleep.

Marinette: IN OR OUT OF COSTUME. BUT THAN OUR IDENITYS-

She had to stop mid sentence as to not draw attention to herself, their was a huge crowd around Alya and Marinette was curious as to why. She squeezed through the crowd and asked her bestie what was with the whole crowd of people. " well guess who got an awsome picture of Paris's newest love birds?" Alya excitedly exclaimed as she held up her phone to show a picture on the ladyblog. The picture was of her and chatnoir cuddling in their sleep. " I had to climb a fire escape to get up to the roof to snag this awsome picture, and the second I got it I just had to post it, it already has 1 million views!" Alya excitedly exclaimed. Marinette than saw Adrein happily looking at the picture, he looked so happy. She felt so embarrassed that her crush was looking at her snuggling with another guy. She turned so red, and finally the bell rang and everybody rushed into class, everybody was still talking about Ladybug and Chatnoir, as she was sitting in her seat she heard everybodys conversations, people coming up with ship names, and theories. She felt so embarrassed.

Throughout the rest of the day, she kept hearing all the talk about the ladybug and chatnoir cuddle pic.

In science she finally got some quiet and no talking about the picture, becuase there was a test when she finished the test she turned it in on the teachers desk, and sat back down, she checked the clock and saw she still had about a half hour of class left, she dicided to take advantage of the quiet and just lay her head down. "I'm just gonna lay my head down...rest my eyes....not fall aslee-" before she could finish the thought. She wound up in the same black dreamland as last night...only instead of at the park, she was below a bridge, and above it she heard a familiar voice saying " she loves me, she loves me not. She loves me" and she saw little red rose petals falling into the water, she thought it was chat but she knew he wasnt in costume..she could see a hand throwing the petals, not a black glove like she was used to. She hesitated before saying " chat?" . "M'lady?" He replied questioningly. "Well yes, and no" she replied. "It is me, but I'm not transformed". "Yea, my kwami told me that might happen" she sat down on the ground below the bridge." Well since I ended up here after you, that means it's your dream, so what are you doing? " "well right now I'm supposed to be in class but I fell asleep" he chuckled. Avoiding the unspoken question of what was with the Rose petals. " hey I know what would make you more comfortable" he said as he dropped a red and black spotted mask to her. "I have mine on so no worries" he said as all the sudden instead of a bridge they were on the same rooftop as before." Sorry" he said, his face turning red " It just does whatever my mind is thinking about."

Ladybug sat down next to where chat was sitting." Did you see the picture ? She asked. " how could I not? It was all over the ladyblog. But i gotta give Alya some credit, she climbed all the way up there shes really dedicated" "yep, that's Alya for ya" she laughed.

After a bit of silence " hey uh, I know your probobly really embarrassed about that photo and stuff but..I just wanted you to know I dont regret it..and I...i-

Before chat could finish his sentence Marinette was awakened by Alya, nino however was to late and the teacher saw him sleeping, she tapped him and shes jolted up saying " I LOVE YOU" before he noticed he wasnt in a dream anymore. The whole class, exsept adriens 3 friends, started laughing, even chloe. Adrien was so embarrassed he just ran out of the class room and into the Locker room. Plagg came outa his pocket "well kid, that was a distaster" plagg said. "Tell me about it" Adrien exclaimed. "I can never show my face around here ever again!"

"I-would miss your face if you didnt come here anymore" squeaked a little voice. "I mean uh I would miss ur hot face! I mean I uh. UGH." Now she was so embarrassed that she just ran out of the locker room before Adrien could turn around.

Now he was embarrassed and confused, he didnt really know what to do, so he ran. Not as Adrien. But as Chat Noir. He hopped onto the rooftops, he didnt know where he was going, he just was going with his gut. Than he was right on the rooftop where Alya took the photo, and to his surprise he wasnt the only one there,

"Hello bugaboo, why are you here? Dont u have school or somthing? "

"Yes, but no. I dont wanna go back right now, but don't you have school? "

"I'm to embarrassed to go back" he said as he rubbed his neck.

"Wanna talk about it?" She asked.

"Not really. its really embarrassing"

Well I had a pretty embarrassing day too kitty"

She sat down and patted for him to sit next to her. As he sat down he was breathing more sharply than usual. She got this feeling that she wanted to kiss him, but to keep that from happening, she started to talk and look into the sky, instead of at his lips.

"I think I did terrible on my test today," she said.

"Test?"

"Yea. I had a science test today, right after I turned it in I fell asleep. She laughed.

That got chatnoir thinking...he had a science test today..could it be...no..it cant possibly be...could it?

While chat aas lost in his thoughts he hadn't noticed ladybug staring at him, she remembered when they first met, how she didnt have feelings for him, and how the feelings she had for him grew and grew. She always tried to keep it professional, but it gets harder and harder.

Chat looked at her, and saw her staring at him..he got a strong desire to kiss her..but he knew they shouldn't..but he wanted to.

It seemed like forever that they were staring at each other, until they heard a school bell ring, and children coming out of the school.

"I guess we should go now, dont want people getting anymore pictures" she said.

They both got up and lept into diffrent directions, unknowingly they both went into the same alley, hid on opiset sides of the dumpsters and de-transformed,than Adrien and Marinette suprisingly bumped into each other, and they noth turned red, like a tomato.

Than out of no where Alya and Nino came, carrying marinette and adriens school bags,

"So this is where you guys went off to" alya sumggly said.

Marinette turned another shade of red, after herbestfriends words.

Alya and Marinette walked one way, nino and Adrien walked the other way, heading home.

That night , marinette was excited and scared to go to bed. She didnt want to go to sleep before chat and be having a weird dream about Adrien, that would be weird. But than again she didmt want to impose on one of chats dreams again. She didnt know what to do, so she laid in bed and drifted off to sleep.

She was in the black surrounding again, she saw a blonde. Facing opiset to her, she didnt know if he knew she was there. She than went up behind him and gave him a backwards hug. She surprisedr him becuase he gave a little "ah" as she wrapped her arms around him. He than turned around and hugged her properly. They just held onto each other. Not talking.

Than chat asked "may i?"

She knew what he was talking about...she wanted to, too. So she replied " in your dreams" as he lifted her chin, with their eyes closed, they kissed, after all the desired times they wanted to, they were finally doing it, than Marinette said "I'm ready"

"Ready?" He asked

She looked upward, at his emerald green eyes, peering down at her baby bell blue eyes.

"Marinette" "adrien" they both gasps

They started to giggle.

"I cant believe how stupid we are"

"How blind are we?"

They went into another tight hug

Than Marinette awoke, hearing her alarm. She was sad. But than she rememberd that she would see Adrien at school. Than she quickly got ready and was already out the door.

"Wow. Look who actually showed up on time to school" teased alya.

"Well there's a good reason I came early today" marinette said as she locked eyes with Adrien

"Oh I dont like that look in her eyes" alya suspiciously said to Nino

Than adrein came up to marinette with one of chats stupid smiles and wrapped his arms around her and they embraced in a kiss.

"WHAT EVEN HAPPEND IN THE LAST 24 HOURS? MARI EXPLAIN NOW!" Screamed alya.