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hopelessromanticspoonie · 5 years ago

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Come Away With Me

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Characters: Tom Hiddleston x Female Best Friend Reader

Summary: The fact that you’re overworked is obvious. Tom takes matters into his own hands and whisks you away on a private holiday. Will your mutual pining finally make itself known in the secluded setting?

Warnings: A bit of swearing, some sexual innuendo, responsible alcohol consumption.

Word Count: 3.7k

A/N: This is based off a request from @sabine-leo for a caring Tom to whisk away his best friend on a short break away from it all! Congratulations on your 3k followers, sweetheart! They are all very much deserved. <3

Also, thank you to @just-the-hiddles and @nonsensicalobsessions for giving this a glance and being amazing cheerleaders!

“Are you at home?”

A groan erupted from somewhere deep inside you, unbidden and unstoppable, in response to the heavenly ache of your feet flexing after slipping out of your shoes after a long day at work. You reached underneath your shirt and unhooked your bra, pulling it through the sleeve of your top to drop it onto the bed beside you. Bliss.

“Just got here.”

“You are working yourself to death. You should’ve been home hours ago. Have you eaten?” Tom’s exasperation bled through the tinny speaker on your phone, laced with concern that spread a comforting warmth inside your chest.

Your free hand snagged your comfiest lounge clothes from their rightful place in a pile on your dresser. Food hadn’t even been a concern with the stress that overrode your thoughts, consuming you and eating away at your sanity piece by piece. “Nope. I think there’s a granola bar in the pantry. Not that hungry.”

The faint but distinct sound of a car door slamming made it through the phone. “I’ll be over in thirty with the usual. No friend of mine will take such poor care of herself on my watch.”

There was no arguing with the stubborn man; a grateful smile tugged on your lips. “Thanks, Tom.”

“Love you.”

Tossing the phone onto your bed, you shoved the mismatched pajama pants and ratty t-shirt into a dresser drawer. Perhaps something a bit more put together and flattering if Tom was going to pop over…

“We’re going on holiday. Next week, Friday, as soon as you’re free from work.”

You almost choked on the beer you’d tilted to your lips. Coughing against the burning liquid searing your lungs, you set it down, staring at Tom with wide eyes as he rubbed your back in soothing circles that sizzled across your skin. When you could gasp a breath, you managed to blurt out, “Delusional-celebrity-best-friend-with-all-the-money-in-the-world says what?”

He chuckled, a light, breathy sound that you couldn’t help but answer with your own quiet laugh. “You are working yourself to the bone. Ah ah,” he picked his hand up off of your back and pointed a stern finger in your direction when you opened your mouth to deny it. “From one chronically, albeit self-imposed, overworked soul to another, there is no use pretending that you aren’t exhausted and in need of a break. Do whatever you must do to get your affairs in order, but you’re mine for three days.”

Damn if the demanding timbre of his voice didn’t send chills down your spine. You hid it by shifting on the couch beside him, dropping your eyes to the takeout carton in front of you. “You know I can’t aff-”

His hand settled on your knee, large and warm while his thumb brushed the outside of your leg. “Don’t force me to go on a weekend getaway all alone.”

There wasn’t any use attempting to fight the hopeful expression lifting his eyebrows and crinkling around his eyes.

Keys. Underwear. Swimsuit. Presentable pajamas. Enough outfits to last the trip. Charger.

The doorbell rang, pulling you out of your mental checklist as you stared critically at the open luggage sitting by the door. “It’s open!”

Tom strolled into the room, letting the cold in with him, greeting you with a warm hug and a kiss to your temple before joining you in looking at your suitcase with his arm draped over your shoulders. “Are we waiting for it to put itself in the car, or…?”

You slapped his chest lightly, the soft knit of his crimson sweater taking most of the force, before kneeling down to gather your things. “Just making sure I have everything. My brain is still a bit fuzzy after work today.”

He swept your belongings from your grasp with a wink and a smile that sent your heart skittering in your chest for his earnest beauty. This time alone was going to be the death of you. “I’ll pop this into the boot while you grab your coat and lock up.”

Your entire body gave into the exhaustion that had tugged on you relentlessly for what seemed like ages as soon as you sank into the heated interior of his car, surrounded by the gentle masculine scent of his cologne and oiled leather seats. Tom’s face was only partially lit by the occasional streetlamp or the glow of the dashboard as he guided his sleek car out of the city proper and into the countryside.

You’d wanted to stay awake, to watch the glow of small towns passing by, count the stars uninhibited by light pollution, even just pester him about where you were going, but it was all too easy to fall asleep rocked by the gentle turns of the car and lulled by Tom’s rich voice humming along quietly to the radio.

The typical sounds of busy city streets were absent when you woke. You frowned, blinking against the gray light streaming in through the windows as you sat up in a bed that was decidedly not your own. The previous night came back to you in groggy snapshots as you rubbed at the sleep in your eyes.

Tom gently shaking you awake. Guiding you to bed with his arm around your waist. Helping you out of your shoes and socks before picking out some nightclothes for you. Tucking you in and pressing a kiss to your cheek before telling you that he loved you. The brush of his hand across your forehead.

You didn’t even know where you were; you’d been too tired to ask the previous night. Running a hand through your mussed hair, you stumbled out of bed, staring out the window to see nothing but dense fog covering gently rolling hills. Not the most helpful scene for determining your location, but the peace of it all allowed you to take a deep breath that rolled through your body to settle deep in your soul.

The steaming hot shower loosened the muscles in your shoulders. The soft clothes that you slipped into erased the lines in between your brows. A pot of coffee waited in the quaint, but well-stocked, kitchen next to a note covered in chicken scratch meant to be words, maybe. Some squinting allowed you to pick out:

”Off on a run. Enjoy the coffee and relax. Be back soon. - Love”

With a mug warming your hands and a throw from the gray cloth couch in the living room tossed around your shoulders, you padded out in your socked feet onto the weathered deck that wrapped around the exterior of the cozy cabin Tom had rented. A chilling breeze rustling through barren trees was the only sound that reached your ears besides the soft blow of your breath to cool down your coffee. It was absolutely still, gifting you with a peace that only air perfumed with moist earth, crisp frost, and fresh evergreen could afford.

The cold was just about unbearable, fighting against your thin socks to sap the feeling from your toes, when a figure jogged down a gravel road to your left. It was easy to recognize the graceful silhouette of the man who’d whisked you away on this vacation, the lean lines of his body hard to mistake for anyone else even shrouded in mist and fog not yet burned by the rising sun. He loped up next to you, his chest heaving beneath his black t-shirt that was absolutely stuck to his skin with the sweat he’d worked up from his vigorous exercise.

Cheeks flushed. Eyes bright and focused as he smiled down at you. Hands carding through his hair - a dull copper in the light of the gray day. He was a vision. It was like your heart forgot how to beat. The intense desire to hear that ragged breathing in a different, more intimate setting, welled up within you so powerfully that you were thankful for the excuse of another sip of coffee to draw your eyes downward.

“Good morning, darling.” He leaned against the wooden railing behind you, squeezing your upper arm in greeting along the way. “Did you sleep well?”

You placed your finished mug down beside him, wrapping yourself tighter in your makeshift cape as you studied the fine figure of the man before you with a grin. “I did. Best sleep I’ve had in a long time, thanks to a certain someone carting me off to the middle of nowhere and then helping me into bed.”

His face fell with a sudden vulnerability that nearly split your heart in two it was so complete. “With how little time we both had available, somewhere close was the best option. And with the propensity for paparazzi to find me, I wanted both of us to relax without worry of intrusion. I apologize if it isn’t to your liking…”

You reached out and grabbed his hand without thinking. A shiver coursed through your body at the chill the opening in your blanket let in against your practically useless pajamas, but you’d do anything, risk any discomfort, to ease any tension in that man’s life. “No, no! It’s perfect. How about you go take a shower and I’ll whip us up some breakfast?”

He pressed a quick kiss to your head. Your lovesick heart convinced you that his lips, wonderfully soft and warm, lingered a second longer than appropriate between friends, that he inhaled the scent of your still-damp hair, but that was a fool’s wish driven by unrequited pining. “You spoil me.”

You pushed at his chest and crinkled your nose with a laugh. “Says the man who bankrolled this whole thing. Go. Shower!”

A mischievous twinkle lit up his eyes before he pulled you into a tight hug, swaying you back and forth as he forced your face into his damp chest with loud laughter that shook you both. You expected to be repulsed, but the clean scent of his sweat was so masculine and heady that you had to work hard to force your hands to push away at his sides instead of tugging him closer. The urge to tear off his shirt and watch the muscles flexing beneath your fingertips clenched deep in your belly. “Now you need a shower, too!”

“Get off me, you brat!” You wriggled out from his hold, blanket falling to your feet, mouth pulled back into an easy grin. The weight that had lingered on your chest for weeks lifted fully from his antics, and you knew he saw the tension disappear from the warmth that suffused his thoughtful gaze.

He swaggered towards you, a cowboy from westerns long ago in holey athletic wear and a finely accented voice that made your knees weaken, dropping his chin to rest his forehead against yours. “We could save water and shower together.”

Did he know the effect he had on you? Swallowing against the sudden moisture in your throat, you shoved him in the direction of the door, shaking your head. “Go!”

The frigid air biting at your flushed cheeks was very much welcomed after he disappeared. You sank back against the wooden planks of the house. With a drop of your head against the siding, you groaned, closing your eyes and crossing your fingers that you wouldn’t make a fool of yourself alone with Tom. If he continued on the path he was on, you weren’t certain of that success.

After a dinner of his world-famous bolognese with pasta and garlic bread, you sat on the couch next to one another, him picking idly at his guitar and humming little tunes as you watched him and sipped at your beer.

“You’re infuriating, you know that?” You softened the words with a broad smile, shifting so that you faced him with your legs tucked underneath you.

His brows quirked upwards as he looked up at you from his deft fingers plucking at the strings. The idle melody never ceased as he replied, “Am I, now?”

The drinks, the delicious food, the comfort that you felt in his presence all worked together to loosen your lips in a daring way you’d never risk otherwise. “For sure. You’re an amazing actor, you can cook, you dance, you’re so bloody handsome that it hurts to look at you sometimes, you saw that I needed a break and demanded that I come with you on this adventure, and if I recall correctly, you did have a movie that revolved a great deal of singing.”

A bashful flush spread across his cheeks, and his eyes dropped to his fingers which had slowly stilled during your tipsy admission. When he looked back up to you, heat darkened his gaze, and your blood pounded in your ears at the promises you read within. “Is that a challenge?”

“Is what a challenge?”

He rose from the couch and turned to face you fully. With a calming breath, he launched into Hey Good Lookin’. But unlike the movie version that you had watched religiously because of the haunting beauty of his character, this was slower, quieter, more intimate. Your fingers dug into the cushions beneath you as he held you captive beneath his powerful stare, all intoxication having melted away from him to deliver the song straight to the heart beating an impossibly fast drum against your ribcage.

You didn’t know how to proceed. Your body screamed at you to stand up, step into his embrace after taking the guitar from his hands, and give him what he’d asked for in roughly delivered song. But your mind cautioned you. It knew better. Knew that any flirting from him was most likely hope on your part. He was friendly, kind, affectionate in his trust. That was all.

So he moved for you, carefully placing the guitar on the couch before holding out his hand to you palm up in an invitation you would never turn down. “Did you bring your swimsuit like I instructed you to?”

“You’re absolutely mad!” Even just standing in the living room, staring out the glass doors at the hot tub that you honestly hadn’t even noticed throughout the day, you were shivering from the cold that seeped through the cracks to raise goosebumps on your exposed skin.

Tom stepped out of his bedroom, drawing your gaze with a dark chuckle that did terrible and wonderful things to your tummy. Especially in addition to the sight of him in just his swim shorts, the smattering of light chest hair drawing your attention down the middle of his lightly muscled chest to his abdomen before disappearing beneath thin black fabric. Very thin black fabric. You swallowed against the desire that had you imagining what you’d find if you followed that trail.

“You’ll be fine once you’re in the water!” he reassured you, wrapping an arm around your waist and tugging you outside. He released you to quickly hop into the bubbling water with a gasp and then a rumbled moan that was made of such sin you forgot how to breathe. The sight of the dimples at the base of his spine made your fingers ache to trace the contours of his body until you had the feel of him memorized. Steam billowed from the water in white clouds lit from underneath the bubbles sounding so loudly in the quiet of the night. You swore you saw Tom’s eyes dart to your chest where the unforgiving temperature made itself known through the thin fabric of your suit. “The longer you resist the colder you’ll get!”

Steeling both your electrified nerves and your raging hormones, you slid into the water beside him, sounding your own moan at the heat that slowly penetrated the layer of cold that surrounded you like a second skin. Your bare shoulders and neck still felt the brunt of the winter air, though, and you drifted closer to Tom. “I can’t dunk my whole body in here, Hiddleston. What’s your solution to that?”

With a questioning look over your flustered face, the draw of his eyes from yours to your lips and back again, he lifted his arm from between you to pull your weightless body in the water until you sat sideways in his lap. His arm curled around your shoulders so his thumb could tease your collarbone, ridding you of any rational thought as you tried to grasp the new turn of events.

Tom had always been affectionate, freely doling out hugs, kisses on your temple, and even words of praise when the opportunity presented itself. But this? The curl of his breath against your neck and the rasp of his thumb over the hollow of your throat, it felt like something more. A continuation of the unsaid words littered between you on the couch earlier.

“Is this alright?” he whispered, barely audible over the bubbling tub, but you felt the words just as you heard them, traveling through your side pressed into the planes of his chest to wrap around your heart.

If only he knew how very much it wasn’t alright. How the press of his thighs into yours and the feeling of his heart racing against your arm was sending so many mixed signals that your brain threatened to short-circuit and spill smoke from your ears. Hesitantly, you twisted your torso just enough to hook your arm around his neck, scratching idly at his scalp. It was far more comfortable for you, but judging by the sharp intake of his breath, perhaps it wasn’t for him.

“Yes. Is this alright?”

He dropped his forehead to rest on your bare shoulder and tightened his grip on you ever so slightly. But you’d notice any minute twitch of his body with how attuned you were to the wonderful man holding you close. “Perfect.”

Despite the anxious energy bordering on heartbreak simmering beneath your skin wherever you melted into him, you had to agree. What more had you wanted out of life than to sit in a hot tub in Tom’s tender embrace, staring at the stars and just breathing each other in?

“You continue spoiling me like this and you’ll have to move in with me whenever we get back,” you teased, hugging him from behind, your face finding a home in the dip of his spine between his shoulder blades, your hands smoothing over the flat of his abdomen.

“I think that if we ever moved in together, you would come stay at mine,” he chuckled, dropping the spatula currently tending to the eggs for a proper fry-up to close a hand over yours. His fingertips danced over your knuckles. “You needed a bit of pampering, and I am fully up to the task. Breakfast is about finished, if you could get a few plates?”

When you turned back to him after grabbing two plates big enough to handle the absolutely massive amount of food he’d prepared, Tom was right in front of you, the food left unattended on the stove. Indecision warred in his eyes, and his hands fidgeted with the edges of the apron he’d thrown on over his t-shirt and plaid pajama bottoms.

The sudden shift in his mood was so immediate that you immediately put the plates down on the counter. “You okay?”

A shaky breath. The rub of his hands over his clean-shaven jaw. His lips pressed together and he settled his hands on his hips, dropping his chin to look up at you through golden lashes that caught the light trickling in through the small kitchen window. “I love you.”

Those three words, uttered with such a hesitant, low voice and a somber expression, kickstarted your heart into overdrive. You adjusted your robe around your shoulders. It was a strain to act as if you didn’t simultaneously fall to pieces and soar to the heavens each time he said it, especially so early in the morning and without caffeine. But you managed, plastering on a weary, if a bit confused, grin. “I love you, too.”

A tentative step forward so that you were only a breath away from each other. His hands sought the curve of your waist, skimming over them in a touch so gentle and yet loaded with tension that you thought you’d explode. The various shades of blue, green, and gray that made up his eyes were visible just before his eyelashes feel to caress the tops of his chiseled cheekbones, giving you just a moment to realize what was happening before he touched his lips to yours.

Oh. You couldn’t have stopped your hands from skimming up his torso to cup his shoulders for anything. He pulled away for just a second, unsure by the trembling of his fingers against your sides, panting out puffs of air against your tingling lips.

“I love you,” he repeated, a hoarse whisper caressing your skin. Worry creased in between his brows and the flutter of his jaw.

You silenced his doubts. Your body found a home flush against his, pliant curves to firm planes, holding onto him as if letting him go would wake you from the lusciousness of the dream. Molten heat scented with coffee and sugar spilled out from the hunger of your kiss. You delighted in the taste of his plush lips. The lick of his tongue against the seam of your lips before he sucked and nibbled on your bottom lip was almost your undoing, and you were grateful for his neverending strength holding you securely in the band of his arms.

An acrid odor that singed your nostrils broke through your feverish haze to mix unpleasantly with the aftershave that tickled at your nose along his cheek. Both of you sprang apart from the other, turning to see the eggs burning.

“Fuck!” he shouted, ripping the pan from the stove to throw it into the sink. He fanned away the smoke toward the window with flailing hands, but it wasn’t open, and the frantic sight of him after such an intense moment burst the bubble between you. You doubled over for a second, giggling at the ridiculousness of it all.

When you had managed to calm down after opening a few windows, you sank back against the counter, putting on the best pout you could muster despite the happiness singing inside of you. “But I love eggs.”

He quickly trapped you in his arms, spinning you around and peppering kisses up the column of your throat in a way that had you dizzy and breathless. He nipped at your earlobe and growled, “I’ll give you something else to love, darling.”

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arthurthefaceless · 4 years ago

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Totally out of season but my brain wanted something to do during work so... I’m gonna talk about Arthur and Sabine and their loves for Halloween costumes!

Arthur had never been all too much into costumes because, well, people thought he was creepy enough without funky outfits. It’s why he also didn’t like Halloween very much, and he went trick-or-treating twice in total, but always came home sobbing. He liked the candy -- he didn’t like people telling him he looked so spooky while he was wearing a sweet cowboy set or something else innocent. He never dressed up scary. It’s how he came to celebrate Halloween at home with his parents, and they’d bake pumpkin-themed pastries together and watch scary movies. He also kept that up when he moved out, and the first Halloween with Sabine, he had actually planned to do the same thing. But! Sabine had other plans. She’d always been hugely into dressing up for parties and such, and she talked Arthur into doing a couple costume with her.

Year one: Red Riding Hood & the Wolf.

Now, the obvious would be for Arthur to go as the wolf and Sabine as Red Riding Hood, but... too easy! No. Sabine talked Arthur into it and together they designed the costumes and crafted them by hand. Arthur in a red velvet dress with a matching little cape, fishnets and high heels, and Sabine in a sexy wolf costume from matching red and black velvet and grey real fur from Arthur’s fabric collection. Arthur had immense fun, even if he had been ever-nervous about his own costume -- dresses were new and still a little bit scary, but the sheer amount of compliments they got had made him feel at ease all night.

Year two: Joker & Harley Quinn.

The year that Suicide Squad took over, and Sabine was as obsessed with it as the average young woman -- save for the part where dumb people idolized the Joker/Harley relationship. None of that. This year was tough because Arthur in suit was one of Sabine’s favourite things in the world, but the idea of Art in Harley’s skintight little jester getup turned out to be too tempting. That was also something Arthur himself was more at ease with at this moment in time, and they had an amazing time with Halloween.

Year three: Ash Ketchum & Pikachu.

Yes, you guessed it: Arthur got the Pikachu role. No dress, at least -- no, Sabine got him to make a little playsuit for himself (it was a little bit more snug than he wanted, but he went with the measurements for the previous year... but they’d been hanging out in the gym more and more). Also gave Sabine good reason to joke about fondling balls and tugging on Arthur’s tail.

Year four: Morticia & Gomez Addams.

Another back-and-forth between Arthur in suit or no, but this year it was actually Art himself who really wanted to wear the dress. He’s a long-time Addams Family fan and Morticia had always been his absolute favourite and he had always dreamed of making a version of her legendary gown. Sabine had zero problems with this. She made an excellent Gomez, too, full of romance all night at the party and barely able to keep herself from kiss-kiss-kissing all along Arthur’s arms. And Arthur looked amazing in the dress he’d made, fitted enough to show every curve and angle on his developing body -- he was very proud, and the dress was an excellent excuse to show off all the hard work that had gone into sculpting himself into what he wanted.

Year five: Appa & Aang.

This year Arthur got Appa. He made himself a big, fuzzy suit with extra legs that moved with his arms, and he was 100% more huggable than sexy, and Sabine got to ride piggyback almost all night. Definitely wandered a little bit into furry-territory this year, but they never shied away from trying anything they came across. And Arthur got hugged and petted more than ever before in his entire life in that one night.

Year six: Hugh Hefner & Playboy Bunny.

Needless to say who walked around in expensive slippers and dressing gown and who got laced into a tight little bodice. Sabine was a very excellent Hugh, sunglasses and thin grey wig included, and Arthur... well... he felt absolutely fabulous. He’d made himself a steel-boned corset inside the suit to give him a bit of a waist, and the suit itself was in a flamingo pink with a white bunny tail. Made himself a little white separate collar and cuffs, matching ears... he was really into this one. Did make sure to leave some space in the front so he didn’t have to get into hardcore tucking (something he does NOT enjoy), and of all the costumes he still considers this one to be his best yet. Wore it with low, comfortable high heels and tights for the classic look, and Sabine toured him around the Halloween party like a trophy boyfriend whenever she could.

Note that he still owns all these costumes, because selling them is quite useless. They won’t fit anyone else, and, you know... he still loves every one of them. So he keeps them around just in case.

#headcanon.

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paganinpurple · 5 years ago

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A Feline’s Family - MariChat May 2019

This is literally the longest it’s ever taken me to do MariChat May before. Sorry. I had a slipped disc in my back which caused me severe sciatica and I was just in so much pain for such a long, long time that writing was just never going to be feasible to focus on. I slowly tried to start writing again when my disc issue resolved and it reduced to my normal levels of pain again about a month ago, but it’s still slow going because I’m out of practise now. I’m not abandoning this story though.

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Day 19 – Flowers

Sabine would not have been surprised if her daughter had actually flown through the bakery, considering the speed she was moving at. She watched with barely concealed amusement as the girl dashed straight past her to the door at the back of the bakery before deciding to speak, “He’s not here, dear.”

Marinette froze, one hand still resting upon the handle and turned to face her mother with a confused and mildly irritated expression. “He hasn’t come back yet?” she asked, moving back to the counter to join Sabine.

“Oh, he came back,” she said as she finished serving one of the regular customers, who –to Marinette’s increasing annoyance– seemed far too interested in her conversation with her mother to go anywhere yet, “But he had to leave again right away. His first appointment with the new doctor is today, remember?”

“Oh.” She had remembered, honest, but Marinette’s brain was feeling a little burnt out and it must have slipped her mind momentarily. “Did…did he say how things went?”

“He mentioned some things,” Sabine continued, maintaining uncomfortable eye contact with the woman in front of her while a menacing, yet somehow sweet smile challenged her nosey nature. Marinette knew the look well and remained silent until the woman left, unnerved by the opposition to her earned eavesdropping rights as a daily visitor to the bakery.

Although Adrien had always been pulled out of classes for as long as he had gone to school, it had always been for photoshoots and other business relating to Gabriel’s brand. Things he was no longer required or expected to do, given the man’s lack of control over his life these days.

So, when the Principal had knocked on the classroom door and asked that Adrien be excused for the afternoon, her attention had immediately switched to the people standing behind him.

Police officers.

Clearly, they had questions that couldn’t wait and had managed to clear it with her parents and his advocacy worker. That didn’t mean she couldn’t worry about him and the fifteen unanswered text messages she had sent.

Sabine waited until the solitary echo of the bell above the door had died out before she turned to face her daughter. “They asked him a lot of questions about Nathalie,” she said, softly “and he’s quite shaken. He almost cancelled his appointment because he didn’t feel up to it.”

“But you made him go anyway, didn’t you?” Marinette asked with a sad smile.

Her mother mirrored her, and her eyes betrayed the sympathy she felt. “He needs to talk to someone who isn’t as close to all of this as we are. I didn’t make him do anything, but I did suggest he go, even if it’s just to get to know the woman. And he’s a good boy; he listens.”

Marinette frowned a little, biting her bottom lip as she glanced back towards the door that led to their apartment. “I guess I’ll have to wait till he gets home to see how he’s doing.”

Sabine’s expression morphed from compassionate worry to something much more mischievous and Marinette couldn’t help but feel that the look would be better suited to a much younger person than her mother. Or maybe Plagg. She regarded her suspiciously.

“It didn’t look like he came straight home though, honey. He brought something in and left it for you upstairs before he headed back out.”

Marinette tried to enquire further, she really did, but Sabine was determined not to give away anything that might cushion the reaction her daughter would have to finding her gift herself.

Shooing the girl away as a couple entered the bakery to steal her attention once again, she watched as a pair of pigtails swept through the door, catching sight of the girl taking the stairs two at a time in her hurry to find out what waited for her upstairs.

***

Marinette burst into the main room of the apartment upstairs, giving it a cursory glance to ensure her present -whatever it was- wasn’t there before she exploded into the room above. She was barely in the room when she found she was irresistibly drawn to the large pot sitting by the computer on her desk.

She found herself gently touching the large leafy plant before she was even aware that she had moved towards the desk. Her fingertips electrified where they brushed the soft, fuzzy texture of the long catkin flowers, warmth spreading along her hand as she was reminded of little Trash Bag and his cosy, soft fur.

The long and thin downy flowers were so oddly shaped and stained such a bright shade of red, that Marinette immediately compared them to chilli peppers in her mind. Of course, their resemblance to spicy food brought with it an accompanying heat, which drew forward a blush to her cheeks. Or, at least, that’s what Marinette told herself as she stroked the plant with a fond smile adorning her expression.

Tucked in amongst the leaves she spotted a small plastic stake, the kind with the name of the plant and the care instructions printed on it. She reached for it and for the folded slip of paper secured to it with an elastic band, a frown marring her features.

The stake informed her the plant was known as an Acalypha hispida, a fact she quickly forgot as she flattened out the creases of the note Adrien appeared to have left her.

“Hey Buginette.”

It started innocently, Marinette’s guard slipping down a little, leaving her heart vulnerable to the impact of his following words.

“I felt my phone buzz about a million times this afternoon and I haven’t had time to read all my texts yet, because I’m kind of on a time limit here. But from what I skimmed on route home, you've been worried about me.

I probably shouldn’t like that, because I don’t want to worry you. But it makes me feel warm and happy when you do. Almost like you’re still right there with me when I’m trying to deal with some of this crazy stuff without you.

You’re amazing.

So, here's some Cat's Tail for the hero of this cat's tale.”

Marinette’s next breath froze and lodged in her throat, icy shock hitting before the inside of her chest burst into flame at the way he had signed the note.

“Love,

Your partner, in every and any way you’ll have me.”

Marinette reread the last line several times. The words, ‘every' and ‘any' had been written over several times with the dark pen, the ink leaving smudges and dirty marks where his hand had rubbed over them in his repetition. It was an odd thing to see on a note from him, considering his usual stance that the appearance of what he had to say was important. She sniffed, biting her lip in an attempt to stifle the dampness gathering on her lower lashes.

“Marinette? Are you okay?” Tikki asked, flying up to her young charge's shoulder, simultaneously watching her expression for a sign of what was wrong and avoiding the sudden teardrops falling down her face. Drawing a blank, the kwami turned to read the note in Marinette's hand for herself.

Reading Adrien's casual words, she sighed heavily, rolling her eyes in fondness for both children. Only her current Ladybug could forget how little thought it required for her Chat Noir to speak of how much she meant to him and how highly he held her opinion of him. Given that Adrien was fully aware of his feelings for both sides of the girl before they were shown to be one and the same, it made sense for him to be so open with her in a less pressured way.

And since this was written and he wasn’t present, there was literally no pressure on Marinette to acknowledge it at all if she chose not to. So Tikki would have to be more encouraging in the next hour or so to try and convince her not to ignore it out of her utter fear of the unknown.

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sabine-leo · 6 years ago

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A little imagine that wanted to be written after I saw this picture!

Author: @sabine-leo

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x You

Genre: FLUFF & SMUT

He was so unbelievably tired after his long commute home and the past intensive weeks of filming. Sitting down for a moment to take a deep breath and rub his face to get rid of some of the tiredness Tom looked around and smiled. He was home! With another deep breath his smile deepened. A waft of your favourite fragrance still lingered in the air. His gaze wandered around to find more of your touch in his, now finally your shared home. Some fresh flowers on the coffee table. A new pillow on the sofa. Your current read laying open on the table, next to it he found a hand written note.

Welcome Home my love!

If you are not too tired, your favourite food is waiting in the fridge.

Can´t wait to be back in your arms!!

LOVE YOU!

Tom smiled and touched your signature under those sweet lines. He personally thought he´d hit the jackpot when he found you. If you got asked you said that it was the other way around. You couldn´t believe that a man like him loved you with all his heart.

Getting up to take a refreshing shower, unpack and put his clothes in the washer he hoped he could kill the time until you´d come home from work. Tom busied himself until he had done everything his sleep deprived brain could think of. He decided to take a look in the fridge and grinned. There were 2 dishes ready to heat up, his stomach rumbled but he would prep the table for 2 and wait until you were home instead of eating alone. Said and done Tom set up the small table in the livingroom with a white cloth, a (unlit) candle and a single flower he stole out of your arrangement. Happy with his work he made the mistake to sit comfortably down on the sofa. It didn´t take more than 2 minutes and he was fast asleep in a sitting position. He didn´t even hear you keying open the door 45 minutes later. Quietly you walked into the livingroom and saw the table. A smile spread on your face and it got even bigger as you saw the man that held your heart sleeping on the sofa. Walking over you bend down and breathed a kiss onto his eyelids, his nose and finally his lips.

“Hmmmmm” Tom rumbled sleepily and without opening his eyes one of his hands found the back of your neck, the other sneaked around your hip to tug you onto his lap.

“Wake up sleeping beau!” You whispered near his lips. He wouldn´t let you withdraw anyway.

“Kiss me some more!” he rasped and initiated a long and unhurried kiss that felt like a thousand butterfly kisses on your skin. Tom let the hand from your hip glide under your shirt to fill his need to touch your soft skin. “Welcome home Thomas!” You whispered smiling and nudged his nose with yours. Tom smiled and hid his face in the crock of your neck. Inhaling your scent and leaving a trail of sweet kisses up your jawline and back to your lips. He opened his eyes for the first time now and the intensity of his staggering blue eyes hit you like a freight train. His deep voice only added to the feeling of fuzzy, warm and intense love you felt for him. “Hello Darling!” The wicked little grin toying with his lips told you he knew full well what he did to you.

You stole a kiss and smiled as he licked his lips afterwards. “Tired?” You asked but Tom shook his head. “Hungry?” You tried again and he nodded. “Then I better get up and heat the dinner, you did a lovely job prepping the table!” Tom smiled but he wouldn´t let you get up. He looked at you all intense and with a burning hunger in his eyes.

“Thomas?!” You asked and yelped as he flipped you over to spread you out on the sofa, instantly covering you with his whole body on top of yours. “I´m the one how needs to do the heating up…” he grinned and began to kiss you open mouthed.

“Heated up enough?” he asked with a wicked grin after a while and began to undress you.

“Seething!” You said with a deep smile that was echoed by his as he opened his pants and stood to get rid of them…and of his shirt. His next move was to rid you of yours. A hard tug and they were gone. You bit your lip as you saw him standing there in all his naked glory, fully aroused and eating you up with his eyes. Tom sat down on the sofa and you straddled him.

“I need this gone!” he rasped and shoved your blouse of your shoulders. The bra was next and as you slowly lowered yourself on him, he sucked in your nipple and twirled his tongue around it.

“Oh god Tom!” You gasped and he pushed you down the rest of the way, kissing his way up to your lips to entangle them with his own. His hands on your hips urged you to move and the slow rhythm quickly got more heated and needy as the both of you found pleasure in aligning your bodies like you knew it pleased the other. Tom never stopped to kiss you. His hands roamed your body and you knew the moment he was close to losing himself was near as he pulled you up and took a deep breath. But you didn´t want to stop, so you bit his lip and said

“Give me all you have!” before you took him in again.

Tom groaned out and spilled himself inside you after three deep thrusts. The twitching inside, his buckling hips and seeing the pleasure on his face made you fall over the edge too. And Tom knew how to make it last as he felt your walls convulsing around him. A long finger of his rubbed the little bud of nerves and made you cry out as another wave of lust crashed through you.

“You are so beautiful!” He gasped and stroked down your back as you collapsed against him.

Shivering out of sheer pleasure you kissed his chest and rested your head in the crock of his neck. “I love you Tom!” Tom hugged you close and kissed your forehead.

“As I love you! I am glad I am back home!”

For a moment the both of you just held each other close and let your heartbeats slow down again.

Toms stomach rumbled and you looked up and laughed. “I guess that means that I have to do the heating up now!” Chuckling, Tom kissed you and nodded.

“If you´d be so kind! I´ll put on some music and light the candle…”

With a soft gasp you stood up and stole his discarded shirt to cover yourself.

“Stop wooing me with music and candles Hiddleston I already moved in with you!” you teased and went into the kitchen.

Tom laughed slowly and hopped into his boxers before engulfing you with his arms from behind.

“You did, but I need to woo you some more…how else will I get you to marry me and put a little Thomas or (Y/N) inside here…” his hand spread on your belly as he kissed your neck.

“Tom…” you said a little emotional. “…would you say yes?” he asked softly.

A little grin spread on your face. “Ask me and you will find out!”

Laughing Tom sighed. “Alright!” He let go of you and went down on one knee.

Shocked you turned and looked down on him. “You are not!” you gasped but were prepared to say yes anyway. Chuckling Tom lifted your shirt to kiss your belly.

“Oh, believe me darling. I will… soon! But for now, I am content knowing that you didn´t yell NO at any of the two things I said to you…”

Blushing a little you watched him get up and pin you against the countertop.

“Maybe we should do it again…to practice!”

Ducking out under his arms you looked at him with a somewhat stern expression.

“Go put the music on and light the candle Hiddleston! There will be no practice until you ate something!” Tom grinned and bowed mockingly. “As my lady wishes!”

He was on his way into the Livingroom as he heard what was meant only for your own ears.

“I`d say yes anytime…”

Tom smiled so bright it hurt as he went into his bureau retrieving a small black box from a drawer…

Note: For my A smile to remember and Dreadful Silence series readers. There will be comming new chapters after I´m back from London and got some new inspirations seeing Tom in Betrayal!! LOVE YOU!

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flightfoot · 5 years ago

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We’re the Same Ch. 7 - END

AO3/FFN

Disclaimer: This is a Lovesquare fic, with Identity Reveal, Hawkmoth Reveal, and Hawkmoth Defeat. It is NOT a salt fic.

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In the end, he had to be carried to his new home.

(Home. He’d used that word so many times before in the past, but it’d never felt like this before. In the past, it’d meant cavernous walls, an unending schedule, extreme loneliness and busyness spun together.)

(Now? Now it felt like Marinette’s soft looks, her gentle touch, warmth and care forming a fuzzy blanket that almost had him purring just thinking about it.)

He’d managed to walk out to the elevator and leave his father’s office. As soon as he stepped foot in the main entryway, he just couldn’t seem to find enough oxygen. He breathed faster and faster, his head swimming as fireworks exploded behind his eyes.

Focusing on Marinette’s face, he tried desperately to keep himself conscious and upright. She helped support him, throwing his arm over her as she tried to keep him from crumpling to the ground.

Bright pink light flashed over her, a familiar mask forming on her face.

…

He was on the floor.

Why was he on the floor?

“Adrien!”

He looked up.

His Lady looked down at him, terrified.

He didn’t like that look on her face.

“I’m- I’m fine,” he mumbled, he tried to reassure her.

Her eyes crinkled, tears shining in her eyes. “You’re NOT fine. No one would be. You don’t need to pretend for me, Adrien.”

She propped him up on her lap. “I- I won’t pretend to know what this has been like. I can’t even imagine what you’re feeling right now. But no one expects you to be okay, Adrien. I don’t expect you to be okay. And I don’t want you to force yourself to appear fine to- to make me feel better!”

He swallowed. That- he had to admit that was a factor. He was so used to being ignored or chastised if he showed any negative emotions, he just… kept on trying to hide them. He knew Ladybug wouldn’t leave him or lash out, or even just dismiss him if he expressed his distress, but-

A little corner of his brain kept on nagging at him, telling him to keep on smiling, to keep quiet, or he’d lose any scrap of comfort and affection he had.

“I- I-!” he choked, a solid lump in his throat impeding his words. She just held him tighter, her own tears falling on him as he sobbed.

After several minutes, he began running out of tears. Ladybug stayed with him the whole time, stroking his hair, never making any move to dislodge him or hurry him up.

He must’ve looked awful at this point, red-eyed and bleary-faced, snot trails running from his nose.

But while his father would say how unbecoming he looked and order him to clean himself up, Ladybug showed no sign of disgust.

He knew she wouldn’t. He knew it! She’d even comforted him as he cried before, but- after fighting his father. He just. He had trouble making himself believe it.

Gently she asked, “Do you think you can stand?”

Swallowing thickly, he nodded. Ladybug helped him to his feet, partially supporting him.

He was grateful for it. His legs felt as wobbly as a newborn giraffe’s. If she let go, he was afraid he might fall again.

She shot him a concerned look but said nothing, helping him out the front door of the mansion.

She stopped, biting her lip. After a moment of glancing back and forth between Adrien and somewhere off into the distance, she hesitantly asked, “Would you like a lift? Only if you’re okay with that!” she added hastily. “I don’t want to make you feel like you have to do anything or take any options from you, I just- I don’t want you to overexert yourself and get hurt.”

Her carry him home? Unbiddenly, his mind shot back to earlier that day - was it only a few hours ago? - when she carried him to a distant rooftop to talk.

Being held in her strong arms, knowing how powerful she was, but that she’d never hurt him, that she’d be gentle and kind and try to protect him - not like his father’s “protection” that was just an excuse to control him, treating him like a possession? But actually paying attention to how he was feeling and any signs of distress and adjusting to make him more comfortable -

It- it had made him feel cared for, feel heard, in ways that he hadn’t experienced since Mom disappeared.

He nodded, trying not to look too eager. “I’d- I’d like that very much.”

She gave him a small smile, picking him up.

It was a short trip - Ladybug could travel fast when she wanted to, and the mansion wasn’t really that far away from where she lived. Still, it was a nice respite before he had to deal with the world again. He could just concentrate on the wind in his hair and Ladybug’s support and not have to think about what just happened, or what would happen next.

Too soon it was over. Ladybug alighted on her balcony, placing him in her lawn chair.

He relaxed into it for a moment, just letting himself go limp.

“Do you want me to get my parents?” Ladybug asked. “Or would you like to come downstairs and talk to them there? Or just wait a little bit? We’ll need to talk to them soon, but - it doesn’t have to be now.”

He took in a deep breath and let it out. “I think I can make it down the ladder. Are you sure they’ll be okay with me being here though?”

Ladybug let out a quick, sharp laugh. “Once they find out what happened, you’ll have a hard time getting them to let you go. Adrien, I’m pretty sure they’ve been planning our wedding since you first came over to train for that Ultimate Mecha Strike III tournament. They’ll be FINE with you staying over, I promise.”

Well if Ladybug was saying this, then it must be true.

Gingerly he extracted himself from the chair. Ladybug hovered over him, ready to catch him if he fell.

At last he stood up, feeling steadier than he had a few minutes ago. “I think I’m ready.”

Getting down the ladder and the stairs was an adventure. Ladybug went first, waiting for him at the bottom just in case. He made it down the ladder fine, though he sat on her bed a moment before braving the stairs.

Marinette detransformed and went on the first step, staying just a few steps in front of him in case he collapsed. He didn’t totally like that approach - if he fell, he might take her down with him - but she wouldn’t let him go downstairs without her having the possibility of catching him.

“Marinette? Where’ve you been? We’ve been so worried- ADRIEN?!”

He startled slightly, shrinking back.

Marinette gave a sheepish smile. “Sorry mom, with everything that happened, I forgot to look at my phone.”

“Plus I was unconscious for a few hours,” she muttered under her breath, quietly enough that only Adrien could hear it.

“Everything that happened…?” Sabine peered at Adrien and Marinette more closely. “Adrien, have you been crying? And both of you look dead on your feet! Are you two okay?!”

Okay? Adrien let out a quick laugh. It sounded almost like a sob. “Not exactly. My Father’s Hawkmoth.”

“What?!”

He and Marinette sat down and explained, improvising a story of how Ladybug and Chat Noir had teamed up with Robin after having discovered Hawkmoth’s identity (thankfully the news had been speculating about Robin’s appearance in Paris for the past few hours, so they didn’t need to come up with that part of the story).

“Ladybug knows Adrien and I are friends,” Marinette explained. “She asked me to come with her to help break the news to him. She didn’t want him to first discover this through the news, and she figured that with his whole world breaking down around him, he’d need a friend.”

“Ladybug and Chat Noir took us somewhere safe and out of the way while they helped deal with Hawkmoth,” Adrien chimed in. “I’m sorry I occupied Marinette for so long, please don’t be mad at her.”

“I’m not mad. Marinette, I’m proud of you for helping your friend. What do you two need? Have you eaten lately?”

Adrien blinked. Come to think of it…

“Some food would be great, Mom,” Marinette told her. “As for something we need… could Adrien stay here? At least for now. This hasn’t hit the news media yet, and the idea of him staying in that mansion right now…”

Sabine nodded. “Of course. I’ll need to tell Tom, but Adrien, you’re welcome to stay as long as you need.”

“Tell me what? Did you find out anything-? MARINETTE!”

Tom rushed over and swept her into a hug.

“Let her breathe, Tom.”

“Oh, sorry.”

He let go, stepping back a bit. “You better have a good explanation, young lady,” he told her, attempting to put on a stern parent voice, somewhat undercut by the bear hug a moment before.

He glanced to the side, noticing Marinette’s guest. He began to grin. “Adrien! This is a surprise. Do you have something to do with this?”

Sabine shook her head. “He does, but not the way you’re thinking. I’ll explain while we fix the kids food, they’ve had a long day.”

He and Marinette spent most of the rest of the day in her room, playing video games, trying to put the Hawkmoth situation out of their minds, at least for awhile. Tom offered to set up the sofa in the living room for him for the night (after giving him a crushing hug; Adrien appreciated how much Tom cared, but he wished the care wouldn’t hurt so much).

Staying in the living room sounded tempting, but… he’d ended up asking to stay with Marinette, at least for this first night. Tom had given him an understanding look and pulled out an air mattress for him.

He woke up during the night, and just… couldn’t get back to sleep. After awhile he started to feel antsy. He didn’t want to wake Marinette up, but he desperately needed fresh air. Very, very careful, he stepped on her bed, being careful to stick to the edge of the mattress so as not to step on her (she may have been sleeping heavily, but he was pretty sure that at least would wake her up) and opened the hatch door onto the balcony.

Breathing in the cool night air, he sighed. Normally he’d transform and run around rooftops when he needed to clear his head, but Plagg had been sleeping as well.

Plus, well… he wanted some fresh air, but he didn’t really want to go that far away from Marinette. Not right now. Not after everything that’d happened.

“You’re up late.”

Adrien whipped around.

Robin stood behind him.

“How did you- How long were you- You weren’t there a minute ago!”

“Tt.”

“How did you do that?!”

“Gabriel Agreste’s memory has been wiped of the last 12 hours,” Robin announced, completely ignoring his questions. “I took the liberty of informing the police of his identity and his location.”

“His location…?”

“The second secret lair, the one he appears to have been sending butterflies from. I left Nathalie in the first one. Both knocked out, and with certain measures in place to ensure they don’t escape even if they do wake up. With the photos and notes I left, it gives the police a certain… ‘incentive’ to check out those locations, and an excuse to do so.”

His stomach flipped.

Nathalie and his father.

His mother.

Everything rushed back to him.

He’d been trying to distract himself all evening.

But it lingered in the background, as impossible to get away from as Plagg’s stinky cheese fumes.

He dropped onto the lawn chair, curling in on himself.

What now?

“Your mother had you killed, your father and brothers only tolerate you because they don’t know the true depths of your evil.

But I understand. I can help you. With my help, you can erase everything wrong you did, undo all harm. You won’t have to worry about the rest of your family abandoning you anymore, and finally you can be free of the guilt.”

He startled, his father’s offer resurfacing from the depths of his memories.

He wasn’t the only one hurting.

“Robin… what my Father was talking about when he tried to akumatize you…”

Robin turned away, looking off into the distance. For a moment, Adrien feared he’d scared him off.

“You’re not the only one with a terrible parent.”

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Obtaining a Hypnos implant hadn’t taken long. He’d only had to gas Gabriel twice to keep him asleep. He would've just kept punching him unconscious, but that actually MIGHT give him brain damage, and while it would’ve been no great loss to the world, he had a feeling that Adrien at least would’ve cared.

No, Gabriel would have to look Adrien in the eye and try to explain to him how, WHY he was willing to hurt so many people so badly.

To hurt ADRIEN so badly.

It probably wouldn’t be satisfying, but- at least he could ask.

And not fear winding up on the other end of a cane.

He’d wanted to update Adrien and Marinette on what he’d done, but he hadn’t really expected either of them to be awake. Adrien’s emergence from the hatch had been a pleasant surprise.

He hadn’t expected to be asked about his past.

But… maybe it would help. If anyone could understand what Adrien had just gone through, it was him.

“You’re not the only one with a terrible parent.”

Adrien blinked and frowned. “I remember Father saying something about her having you killed? That… that must’ve been a mistake, right?” He gestured at Damian. “I mean, you’re here now, you’re not dead. Unless those rumors about the Batfamily being vampires was true.”

“It wasn’t a mistake.”

Adrien looked confused.

Damian sighed. “My father didn’t know I existed. My mother didn’t tell him, not until a decade later. She wanted to raise me her way - as an assassin, and heir to the criminal organization “The League of Shadows”.

“An ASSASSIN?!”

“I was six years old when I killed another person for the first time.”

Adrien gaped at him, eyes bugging out of his head.

Hm. Guess that wasn’t a regular thing to hear for him? He knew he was fairly young to be a killer, but in the circles he ran in, it wasn’t THAT unusual. At least to be trained to kill.

If something as minor as that shocked him, the rest of his background was going to be nearly inconceivable.

But he needed to try. Some of the things Gabriel had said and done to Adrien were very, very familiar. He needed to know he wasn’t alone.

“When I was ten years old, my mother dropped me off with my father, Batman, temporarily. She took me back soon afterwards, but… well even then, I knew I’d rather stay with him, than with her.”

“Yeah, no wonder,” Adrien muttered.

“Tt. Not long after I ended up in Gotham again, this time to stay. But… most of my family didn’t trust me. Father certainly hadn’t. Nightwing and our butler, the man who raised my father, were the only ones to give me a chance.

Nightwing made me his Robin. Made me his partner.

Mother didn’t approve. When my spine was broken-”

“Your spine was WHAT?!”

Frantically examining Damian from every angle, Adrien nearly vibrated with concerned energy. “How are you STANDING? Do you need to sit down? Are you okay?”

Yeesh. Adrien mother-henned worse than Grayson did. He waved his hands dismissively. “I’ve had worse. Not like I could feel it after the paralysis, it was just annoying. The bad part was, needing to go to Mother for a spine replacement.”

He shuddered. His mother’s words, her attitude… he’d seen them mirrored in Gabriel.

Two Years Ago

“I cared for you when there was no one else. I believed in you.”

Of course Mother sat on a plush throne, specially raised up several steps. Made it easier to look down at him, especially right now, with being confined to this cursed wheelchair.

She always did have a flair for the dramatic, for letting him know who was really in charge.

“And I know what’s best for you, Damian. To see you squander your future on a delusion, well… that’s what breaks my heart.”

Breaking her heart? Yeah right.

“I saw you rarely during my education and upbringing, Mother. I knew you by reputation alone. When we were formally introduced at my eighth birthday party, it was like meeting a movie star. This appeal to emotions comes a little late.”

Her face hardened. “Don’t you understand how it suits them to indulge this affectation of yours? They do it to keep you from realizing your greatness. They feed you lies and distortions.”

She rose from her throne, descending the stairs down to his level.

“Do you honestly believe these… crimefighters trust you? Or accept you? Damian, their plan is to tame and brainwash you until nothing is left but a spineless puppet.”

Crouching down, she reached out a hand, gently caressing his cheek.

“The world could be ours. Stay with the circus oaf and his butler and perhaps you’ll be lucky enough to rise through the ranks of the Teen Titans. Or not. Your father is gone. His former Boy Wonder is barely fit to wear his mentor’s mantle and you…”

NO.

His mother could try to manipulate him all she wanted, but insulting Grayson?

“You’re wrong. Dick Grayson is…”

She put her fingers against his lips, silencing him.

“Shh. The time has come to do as your mother commands. And end this nonsense at one stroke…”

He turned around, wheeling away. “I won’t be your weapon against them, Mother.”

“We’ll see.”

Adrien gaped at him, his eyes bugging out. Strangled sounds coming out of his mouth. Slowly, he staggered to the lawn chair, plopping down, unable to continue standing.

He breathed heavily, staring vacantly forwards.

“It’s… it’s not just my father who was like that. She… your mother too? It’s… it’s not just me.”

Damian nodded. “Emotional manipulation. Pretending to be close to you, to only want what’s best you… just to let you know how much you’ve disappointed them, how much better things would be if you obeyed them, tearing down everyone who’s actually supported you, listened to you, CARED about you as a person. Framing any disagreement as foolish and childish, and anything that they do to you, or anything bad that happens to you as a result, as a natural consequence.

Even knowing what Mother was doing… it still hurt.

But she didn’t just leave it at words.

The spine she gave me could be remotely controlled. She physically controlled my body, tried to make me kill my partner with my own hands. Afterwards, I HAD to confront her again.”

Two Years Ago

“Take off that ridiculous costume. It’s not normal.”

Damian stared at her in disbelief. “You put machines in my spine! You turned me into a remote-controlled robot! What’s normal about that?”

Talia stopped walking as they reached the end of the corridor, turning to face him.

“I tried to save you. I wanted to end this before it destroys you. And I wanted you to feel no guilt…”

From his perspective, SHE was the one he needed saving from. “Save me? Save me from what? Being Robin is the best thing I’ve ever done, Mother. And even if my Father DOES return, this is the life I’ve chosen to lead. I don’t need you to save me.”

“I see. I feared that’s how you might react.”

She sounded resigned. But… not like she’d given up entirely, exactly.

What was she plotting?

She pressed a button, opening a door. Damian followed after her. “Where are we going? What’s the point of all this? There’s nothing more to be said, Mother.”

“I understand that now. I respect your decision. But there’s something I’d like you to see.”

A baby, floating in a red-lit orb of liquid.

His heart dropped.

An artificial womb, just like the one he’d been grown in.

Gently, Talia put her hand against the orb. “He’s you. Another you, made from the same augmented DNA combinations. He’ll be ten years younger than you when he’s born.”

Another him?

He wasn’t just… just some interchangeable object! Just because he wasn’t what she wanted him to be. Just because he wouldn’t follow the path she’d laid out for him.

She looked back at him, giving him a small smile, speaking in a gentle, loving tone. “Oh, Dami, not only was the Wayne fortune yours… but I would have given you the world as a birthday cake. What more can I do but offer you one last chance to accept your destiny, my darling?”

His destiny.

But it wasn’t really his, was it?

It was hers.

Her desires. Her destiny. Dressed up to make it appear to be for his own sake. To make him seem like an ungrateful child for refusing.

“Can’t you just love me for who I am? Not what you want me to be?”

She glared down at him, tall and imposing. Any motherly affection or care drained from her face.

“No. That’s not my nature. I’m too much of a perfectionist.

I’ll always love you in my own way. And I will permit you to leave with your circus boy in tow. But from now on, Damian, you are no longer welcome here. You may consider yourself an enemy of the House of Al Ghul.”

He turned away for a moment. So that was it. He could ever earn her affection, so long as he had his own will, so long as he followed a path she had not deemed fit.

And if that was enough for her to deem him an enemy?

He looked back at her, resolve hardening his expression. “Very well. I hope I can be a worthy one, Mother.”

Adrien stared at him. “You know it’s not your fault, right? It’s hers. A mother shouldn’t- a PARENT shouldn’t- they shouldn’t hurt you and claim it’s for your own sake, or- or replace you if you don’t fit their ‘standard’ of following their every whim - especially when those whims hurt other people!”

Ha. He had no idea. “I did follow her though - for a long time. Until I turned ten. Before that, I followed the path she and my grandfather had laid out for me.”

Adrien looked down for a moment. “Father mentioned how you felt like you were tainted. Had blood on your hands,” he murmured to himself. “That you couldn’t be forgiven.”

Damian’s throat tightened. Stiffly, he nodded. “I’ve done a lot of terrible things in the past. Goliath? That giant red Bat-dragon? I was sent to murder his entire family, as part of my efforts to prove myself to Mother and the rest of the League of Shadows. I slaughtered one after another, until he was the only one left.”

Three Years Ago

“GUARD THE SCEPTER OF KINGS AT YOUR PERIL, BEAST! NEITHER MAN NOR BEHEMOTH SHALL IMPEDE THE AL GHULS AND THE YEAR OF BLOOD!”

He stabbed the blue beast with his sword as more, smaller beasts flew in, crying out, desperately trying to fight him off.

“A litter of vermin? You all dare to challenge me?

“I have traveled too far-”

*stab*

*REEE*

“Delved too deep-”

*stab*

*REEE*

“SLEPT too little-

*fwak*

*thunk*

“To suffer ANY MORE protests!”

Covered in the blood of the creatures he’d killed, he turned towards the latest arrival. “Ah, the littlest and the last. Let us end this as warriors our families wish us to be! What say you, coward?”

*REE?”

A small red bat-dragon, the size of a large house-cat, looked up at him with big, pitiful eyes. No malice. No fear. Just looking a little confused and like it wanted affection.

“FIGHT ME!” he bellowed, eyes wet, blood dripping from his sword.

It walked closer to him. He pointed his sword at it, barely able to see through the tears in his eyes. “No excuses, RUNT. Do not dishonor your family’s cause! ALL of their hope now falls to YOU! FIGHT FOR THEM!”

He struck his fire trident against the ground, inches from where the small creature sat.

The creature slowly trotted over to where Damian crouched, leaned over-

And gently licked him on the nose.

Why?

Why would this creature forgive him?

He’d taken EVERYTHING from it- no, from him. Slaughtered the rest of the creature’s family, like his own family had demanded.

And yet- and yet-

He turned away, tears falling from his eyes as he lowered his weapons and sunk to the ground. The little creature placed one of his paws on Damian’s knee, as if trying to comfort him.

The creature stayed cuddled up against Damian as the light from the fire trident slowly dwindled and died, never showing the least bit of judgement or fear, just continuing to look at him with those wide eyes.

He still didn’t understand why Goliath had forgiven him so easily. How he could have seen him raging and killing, and never struck back.

That… that was probably when he’d started liking animals.

They didn’t know his past.

They didn’t care what he’d done.

They didn’t judge him.

They only knew what he showed of himself. He could have a truly blank slate with them.

And… and he hated seeing such creatures killed.

Even with people… well, that wasn’t so far off either.

Grayson was the first person he’d really bonded with in his family. The first person to give him a chance, to see him as his own person, to not judge him as the weapon his mother’s side of his family had tried to make him into. To look at him, and see him as being good enough.

To accept him.

He looked at Adrien, expecting to see disgust, fear, maybe even anger.

That’s what he felt when looking back at that memory, after all.

At what he’d done.

But… that wasn’t what he got.

He looked back at him with those accepting, compassionate, understanding eyes.

The same as Grayson’s.

The same as Goliath’s.

Slowly, Adrien stood up, leaned forwards.

And wrapped his arms around Damian.

“You were just a child,” he murmured. “You ARE just a child. They should never- no parent should ever ask their child to DO something like that. And- and I’m proud of you. For standing up to her. I know what that’s like. How hard it is. How much you want to prove yourself to them. And how afraid you are of doing something wrong.

You’re a GOOD PERSON, Damian. You were just manipulated by someone who wasn’t.”

Slowly, Damian reached out and hugged him back.

And if some tears fell onto Adrien’s shoulders… well, he doubted that Adrien would ever tell.

(He also must’ve said his actual name at some point during those flashbacks.)

(He’d deal with that later. He’d been thinking of inviting Adrien and Marinette for some training anyway. So at least he wouldn't have to justify blowing his secret identity to do so.)

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Damian pulled away first.

That didn’t surprise Adrien. He’d figured that Damian was the prickly sort; he sort of reminded him of Chloe that way. Somewhat conceited, rude, even outwardly mean, and really terrible at making friends… but with deeper reasons behind it all, if you looked.

And with what he’d been through… no wonder.

Looking down at the kid, he gave him his best comforting smile.

Damian might be a great fighter, a powerful ally, an experienced teammate… but he was still just a child. Seeing him like this, eyes rimmed red, trying to hold himself together, as if afraid to show that level of vulnerability for more than a few moments…

He had a pretty good idea how Damian felt when he punched Father. If Damian’s mother had been in front of him right then, he’d punch her too.

At least his father had never tried to recruit him into his schemes. Had never tried to manipulate him into doing horrible things.

To force a young child to do such things? To live with those actions for the rest of his life?

To the extent that when he disobeyed, she tried to literally gain control over his body?

That akuma must’ve been hell for him. Someone else trying to force themselves into gaining control of him, all the while making it sound like the right thing to do?

No wonder Damian reacted the way he did. No wonder he was in so much pain and turmoil.

How was this kid even FUNCTIONING?

Drying his eyes surreptitiously, Damian took off his gloves. He gave them a long look, then handed them over to Adrien.

Adrien blinked.

Um. Why?

“Your fighting display when untransformed was pathetic, compared to what it COULD be. And without a weapon, you’d be dead meat. These may not be the kind of weapons you’re used to, but you can wear them openly without suspicion.”

Then, these were the pair that…

Carefully, Adrien slid the gloves on, willing the claws to extend.

They popped out, just like he’d imagined when he was 10 and had just watched the X-men movies.

“Be careful not to put your eyes out with those.”

Adrien was too busy admiring the claws to give his warning much thought.

This… he’d always wanted claws. Something to defend himself with, as a warning. Something he could slash with, breaking any bond. To ensure he could protect himself, both from others, and from being trapped.

Chat Noir had given him those.

And now Adrien had access to them too.

Turning, he gave Damian the warmest, most glowing smile he could muster. “Thank you.”

Damian seemed stunned for a moment, then gave him a tiny smile in return, so fleeting he almost fooled himself into thinking it hadn’t been there at all. “Just make good use of them. I don’t give them out often. Or ever.”

Like he WOULDN’T make good use of Wolverine gloves. “I will.”

Damian turned to leave, but as he was raising his grappling gun, he turned back towards Adrien. “Oh, and before I forget -”

He tossed two devices to Adrien.

“Those are communication devices, in case I need to get in contact with you or Marinette,” Damian clarified, reading the confusion on his face. “I have a feeling I’ll be in touch sooner rather than later.”

“Hey… anytime you want to talk, Damian? Just call me. Even if it’s not about superhero stuff. Just to talk.”

Damian blinked, looking taken aback. Then nodded.

He shot his grappling gun, swinging away into the night.

Adrien stared after him, straining his eyes to follow his small form in the darkness.

Both of them had been molded and shaped by their parents.

But neither had submitted.

They had both made it through their parents’ abuse, scarred and with emotional baggage a mile high.

But they were both still here.

And still themselves, despite their parents’ best efforts.

It would take a long time, and wouldn’t be without strife or difficulty.

But maybe, just maybe… so long as they both had people they cared for, who cared about them.

They’d be okay.

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(A/N)So that's the end - for now at least. I do have some more ideas for this universe, from exploring the consequences of Hawkmoth's defeat, to some increased involvement between the DCU and ML. Dunno when, or for sure if, I'll explore that though

.I really wanted to familiarize my ML readers ('cause I'm betting that's most of the people reading this) with some of Damian's backstory. He's had a CRAPTASTIC life, and has suffered through some similar emotional abuse to what Adrien's been through.

Those flashbacks Damian had? Those are straight from the comics. (Well, the dialogue is anyway. Damian's thoughts were things I'd inferred.) The flashbacks involving Damian's spine replacement came from "Batman & Robin Vol. 2: Batman vs. Robin". The Goliath flashback came from "Robin: Son of Batman Vol. 1: Year of Blood". (I'd give the exact issue numbers, but I have the trades, not the individual comics, and I don't feel like trying to figure out the exact issues those flashbacks came from.)

The explanation for why Damian loves animals so much is a headcanon I came up with. The kid has some pretty deep-seated guilt and fear over what he's done and what he might become, along with a desperate need for acceptance and fear of abandonment. I totally understand why he gravitates to animals; he generally doesn't have to worry about any of that with them.

Adrien's accepting, understanding, fairly non-judgmental nature and overall compassion would be a breath of fresh air for Damian I think, with Adrien fulfilling a similar sort of role to Dick - someone Damian can count on to listen to him, to see him as a person, not a weapon, who won't write him off, but instead talk with him and try to understand why he does what he does, instead of just yelling at him. To try to see things from his point of view.Seriously, these two would be GREAT friends.

Also, Adrien needs to meet Bat-cow. It has to happen.

#We're the Same #ml fanfic #adrien agreste #Damian wayne #marinette dupain cheng #miraculous ladybug

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rosethornewrites · 5 years ago

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Fic: Love Language, ch. 3

Relationships: Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug/Kagami Tsurugi, Sabine Cheng/Tom Dupain

Characters: Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Kagami Tsurugi, Tikki, Tom Dupain, Tomoe Tsurugi, Sabine Cheng, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir, Alya C��saire, Nino Lahiffe, Kitty Section, Jagged Stone, Penny Rolling, Clara Nightingale, Alec Cataldi, Nadja Chamack, Fang, XY,

Tags: Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Language of Flowers, Gifts, Traditions, Holidays, Cultural Differences, Kimono, Qipao, Family, Love, Romance, Celebrations, Symbolism, Aged-Up Character(s), Warm and Fuzzy Feelings, Christmas Fluff, Identity Reveal, LGBTQ Character, LGBTQ Themes, Established Relationship, Marriage Proposal, Family Dinners, Airports, feeding each other, sharing ceremony, Anxiety, Engagement, Kissing, It was supposed to be a one-shot, Admiration, Pet Names, Cuddling & Snuggling, yin and yang, Communication, Bathing/Washing, Nudity, Instagram, Social Media, Sleeping Together, Wedding Rings

AO3 Tags: Smut, Food Sex, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Fingering, Multiple Orgasms, Kagami is a boob woman

FFN Tags: Implied sex

Summary: After the engagement party celebration, Kagami and Marinette retire to her room.

Notes: On the Discord server I used to be on, ghostlyhamburger mentioned oranges involving Marinette/Kagami for the rather hot “Dirty Santa” fic she wrote—highly recommend (it’s actually Adrigaminette). And suddenly the fact that there are chocolate oranges around Christmas broke my brain.

AO3 link (contains smut!)

FFN link (contains implied sex)

Part 5 (currently) of the Catch a Falling Star series

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 |

Love Language: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

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Marinette felt as though the evening passed in a daze. It seemed like no time had passed, her attention entirely on Kagami and the feel of the ring on her finger, before they were having a second, much lighter meal. This one consisted of shrimp and vegetable tempura and a spicy hot pot that left her warm and comfortable.

Eventually Tomoe had her parents driven home, as they had to open the bakery early the next morning.

"Mari-tō," Kagami murmured. "The staff will take your ring for the night, so it might be brought to a jeweler first thing in the morning. They will ensure the sharing ceremony didn't leave any sharp edges and correct if so."

Marinette ran her thumb over the place her ring had been connected to Kagami's and found that it would likely need some small work. She held her hand out to her fiancée, letting her slide off the ring. She smiled when Kagami kissed the bared finger, almost in apology, before sliding off her own and handing them to a waiting member of the Tsurugi house staff.

"The staff took your overnight bag to my room so we might retire. I thought perhaps a nice bath to relax beforehand?"

The idea of relaxing in the large soaking tub in Kagami's private bathroom filled Marinette with warmth of a different sort. They had bathed together before, and she had slowly grown comfortable with it; it wasn't sexual, but a kind of intimacy that added a closeness to their relationship. At first, bathing together had been scary—even though Marinette was Ladybug and ran around Paris in a skin-tight suit… That was Ladybug, not Marinette. Marinette had body insecurities.

But Kagami hadn't pressured her, and had started her with bathing suits, slowly acclimating her. She'd learned the cleansing of the body took place before the soak in the bath, had learned the intimacy of washing each other's backs, of their skin slipping together in the tub. She had come to appreciate the reciprocal care of a bath with Kagami, the tenderness of her presence. Their baths added a level of trust, and the way Kagami touched her when scrubbing her bath was with a reverence that made her shiver, made her feel beautiful and loved.

Tonight was both different and not—their relationship had changed on a fundamental level. They were no longer girlfriends, but fiancées, with an officiality that hadn't been there before. The sharing ceremony had been that extra step to make the bond more tangible, lending a moment in time that solidified everything in ways it hadn't been before.

Strange, how something so simple could be so important, so transformative.

She bowed to Tomoe and bid her goodnight politely, and was shocked when the woman who would now become her mother in law drew her into a brief hug.

They disrobed in Kagami's room, carefully hanging the qipao, setting out pajamas for bed. The bath had already been drawn, its steam giving off the fragrance of a pine forest, so appropriate for winter. Inhaling it, Marinette felt like she had been transported to one, to their own private cabin in the woods.

Kagami's hands lingered against her skin as they scrubbed each other's backs and more, and Marinette let her own hands rove across Kagami's skin, cleansing the stink of travel from her skin, replacing it with the orange blossom scent of her body wash, mingled with the pine. Kagami's fingers massaged her scalp as she worked in a vanilla-scented shampoo, then gently rinsed it. Marinette returned the favor, spending more time than necessary with Kagami's short hair.

When they had finished cleansing, Kagami took her hand and led her to the bath, helping her settle into the almost-too-hot water before slipping in herself. With Kagami at her side, her body enveloped in warmth, the scent of the pine essential oils in the bath, the steam rising to clear her senses… Marinette could feel all stress melt away, all anxieties calming. Here she could just bask in Kagami's presence.

"Mother and I discussed wedding ideas," Kagami murmured, slipping her arm around Marinette's waist, settling her hand at her hip. "Apparently many members of my family are recalcitrant to travel to Paris at present. I confess my interest in helping with the removal of Hawkmoth is somewhat selfish in nature as a result."

Even the reminder of her Ladybug duties didn't break the spell of the bath for Marinette.

"I've been thinking since we talked on video chat," Marinette said. "Along with the kwami, of course. We think Mullo would be our best bet. Take each arrondissement individually during Akuma attacks. You'd have the Mouse on a permanent basis, but your goal would be to monitor the arrondissement to see if the cleansed butterfly returns there."

Kagami nodded, leaning her head against Marinette's shoulders. "Has it been confirmed the butterflies return to Hawkmoth?"

That got a soft sigh. "Sadly, we have no idea; it's just the first idea. The alternate is spending time searching each arrondissement, waiting for Akuma butterflies to appear to try to narrow down their vector."

"I understand. This may not go as quickly as we might hope, it seems." She hummed softly. "I wonder if we might do the second but somehow entice Hawkmoth?"

Marinette smiled at the idea. "Perhaps using the Fox? I just worry Hawkmoth might catch on if we overdo it."

"We needn't decide now, and we can absolutely utilize multiple plans, different ones for each arrondissement. I only wished to breach the subject tonight, as deciding a wedding date would normally be a logical next step."

"You always make sure to communicate with me," Marinette breathed, leaning her cheek against Kagami's head. "I love that about you."

Kagami's fingers made a circular motion against her hip, and Marinette recognized the love in the gesture.

"Our relationship started with miscommunication, Mari-tō, and helped me realize the importance of good communication."

They fell quiet, just enjoying the warmth of the bath and each other, until their fingers were starting to prune and it was time to dry off. This was another thing they did together, wrapped in towels, using the fluffy fabric to wipe moisture from each other's backs, arms, legs, while also drying themselves.

Wrapped in a silk bathrobe, her hair wrapped in a towel, Marinette turned the hair dryer on Kagami's soft locks, running a brush through it as she dried each layer. Then it was her turn to enjoy the feel of hot air and fingertips against her scalp, sending her hair cascading in waves as it dried. Somehow Kagami was able to make it do more than just lie straight, giving it more texture than it usually had.

"Mari-tō, will you leave it down tonight?"

Marinette smiled at her in the mirror. "Of course, ma sirène."

The air of the bedroom was almost surprisingly cold, devoid of the hot steam of the bathroom, but the robes kept them warm.

Instead of moving to get dressed, Marinette crouched beside her bag.

"Oh, I forgot. I have something else for you, Kagami. I found it at a specialty store."

She pulled out a small blue and gold box and handed it to Kagami. Inside was a ball wrapped in gold foil. The box identified the contents as a chocolate orange, a picture on the top showing a confection shaped like an orange with pieces that had the texture of orange slices.

Abruptly, a wicked grin graced Kagami's face. "Oh, and what were we going to do with this?"

Marinette felt her jaw drop, her cheeks heating at the purr in her voice and the implication…

Well… she wouldn't say no…

"But you're sweeter than any orange, even one with chocolate, ma mandarine," she added, her voice husky.

The new endearment gave Marinette a fit of the giggles, even as it made her shiver. The start of their friendship, after all, had been going out for orange juice. And while she hadn't quite expected it to take this direction, she couldn't deny how the hunger in Kagami's eyes made her hunger in return.

She closed the space between them for a kiss, letting Kagami guide them to the bed, chocolate orange still in hand, the space between them only the thin fabric of their robes. Soon, Kagami reached one hand down to deftly untie the loose knot in Marinette's robe, then her own, placing her hand on Marinette's bare stomach. Her fingers trailed down, then around her hip, gently lifting her onto the bed.

Afterward, they lay limply together, indulging in gentle pets, the sensation of skin trailing against skin a cool fire between them.

The sound of the Akuma Alert app broke the quiet murmur of their breathing.

"Dammit," Marinette groaned.

Kagami dissolved into laughter. "At least I now understand why you must leave, ma mandarine. I shall keep the bed warm for you."

She untangled herself and quickly pulled on pajamas in case she had to detransform and recharge Tikki in the middle of cold Paris. Feeling petulant at the interruption, she leaned in to steal one last kiss before transforming to do her duty.

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Endnote: Also, in the AO3 smut version, Marinette gives Kagami the nickname mon beignet, which is sort of like the French version of a donut—I’ve had them and they’re super tasty! That’s the only plot point missed: the bakery pun pet name.

#miraculous fanfiction #my fanfiction #marinette dupain cheng #marigami #kagami tsurugi #kagaminette #kagami x marinette #love language

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swiftrevived · 7 years ago

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Detention: A Miraculous Fanfic

Marinette is summoned to school early for always being absent during Akuma attacks, but when she arrives, someone else is already serving their time.

Marinette walked through the entrance to Collège Françoise Dupont, a gust of wind blew in the other direction. The sun was barely cresting over the horizon, she had never been to the school this early in the day. She took a deep breath before continuing onwards and up the stairs. She opened the door slowly, delaying her meeting with Ms. Bustier for as long as she could.

As soon as she poked her head into the room, she was taken back by the god-like body of Adrien Agreste. Her jaw fell from her skull as she scanned over every inch of her crush’s amazing body. She couldn’t help but let out a love-ridded sigh of pleasure, pulling her head back outside and falling against the wall. “Oh, Tikki,” she whispered longingly into the air, “he looks even more perfect than usual.”

“Marinette,” Tikki’s muffled voice spoke, “you have to meet Ms. Bustier.”

“What?” Marinette’s voice fluctuated with anxiety, “Me? Go in there? When Adrien looks like that? I’d be a stammering mess!”

Tikki flew out of the purse and in front of Marinette’s face, looking her dead in the eyes. “Marinette, you need to accept the consequences of your actions, stop making excuses.”

“Alright,” Marinette sighed. She pushed open the door and stepped inside, keeping her eyes on the floor and resisting the urge to look at the magnificent beauty of Adrien.

“Marinette,” Ms. Bustier’s said, “thank you for joining us this early in the morning.”

Ms. Bustier moved around to the front of the desk as Marinette took up her position next to Adrien. Marinette saw how close her feet were to Adrien’s orange shoes and giggled quietly at the thought of the two playing footsie. Ms. Bustier placed her hands on her desk and leaned back. “Now,” she began, “do you know why you’re here this early in the morning?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Adrien responded immediately.

“No, ma’am,” Marinette said.

“Well, Marinette, as I told Adrien before you arrived, you two are here this morning because I can never seem to find you two whenever there is an akuma attack. I don’t know where you go or what you do, but it isn’t safe to go running off like that. When there’s an attack, I’m responsible for keeping you safe, but I can’t do that if you don’t follow my instructions.”

She paused to take a breath. “Now, I want you two to make sure this room is clean before class starts.”

After she finished, Marinette and Adrien remained motionless as she made her way to the door. She stopped before the door was fully closed and stepped back inside. “I’ll be back ten minutes before class begins to see how you’ve done.”

After the click of the door echoed through the silent room, Marinette watched as Adrien’s shoe, which had made it’s way close to hers suddenly started to move away. “Well,” Adrien spoke, “Do you want to clean the windows, or should I?”

Marinette looked up to meet Adrien’s face, being caught off guard again with how the dawn sunlight flew across his face, making him look like an angel. She could feel her heart starting to skip beats as his candy green eyes looked back and forth through the cleaning supplies before looking back up at her. “So,” he spoke again, “which one will it be, sweeping or cleaning?”

“You already sweep me away,” she spoke her thoughts before her mouth could stop her.

“Sweeping it is,” he confirmed as he slid the handle of the broom into Marinette’s open hands.

Marinette blushed, turning away from Adrien and slamming her jaw back into place. “T-t-thanks.”

Adrien laughed as he grabbed the cleaning rag and spray bottle. “No problem, Marinette.”

She collapsed, letting the broom support her entire weight. The sound of her name leaving his mouth was like the feeling a hot drink between your hands on a cold day. When Adrien spoke, all three syllables of her feel warm and fuzzy.

“What were you doing?” Adrien asked.

Marinette body straightened her body and froze. “What?”

“During the akuma attack, where did you go?”

“Oh… I… uh… I was just fixing- I mean… going I- I mean… I was going to the bathroom. Yea, bathroom. About you wha- I mean what about you?”

“Same here, what a coincidence.”

The two sat in an awkward silence, Adrien spraying and wiping down the windows while Marinette swept the floor by her feet, occasionally looking back at Adrien. Every time he would reach up to clean the top part of the window, his shirt would follow him and show off his toned stomach, forcing a squeal out of Marinette.

“How are Tom and Sabine?” Adrien grunted, reaching upwards once again.

Marinette didn’t answer, her focus and eyes locked on the revealed skin of Adrien, glistening in the sunlight coming through the windows. Her mouth dropped open and her breaths became sharp and shaky. Her hands squeezed onto the broom handle tighter with every movement of Adrien’s torso. “Marinette?” he repeated, turning towards the gawking girl. “Is everything alright?”

Marinette stood motionless, except for her blinking eyelids. “Um…”

Marinette tried to get a word out, any word would work. She tried to say something, but only air escaped her mouth. She watched as Adrien wiped his hands on the rag and placed it on the window sill, making his way over to her. As he got closer, less and less air entered Marinette’s lungs. “Yes,” she blurted out at the last moment, forcing Adrien to take a step back.

She turned her back to Adrien and gripped onto the broom handle tighter. She thought she had gotten better at talking to Adrien, but there was something about seeing his stomach mixing the sunlight that made her brain turn to mush. Adrien placed a hand on her shoulder and she could feel her body lock in place. “Marinette,” he said, “I’m here if you need to talk to someone.”

“T-t-thanks,” she said quietly, enjoying the warmth of Adrien’s hand.

“No problem, Marinette. After all, what are friends for?”

As Adrien pulled his hand away, Marinette could feel her body relaxing. She focused her mind and soul on not looking behind her and only on the dirt she was sweeping at her feet. She had always imagined what Adrien had looked like under his shirt, dreaming about one day running her hands along his abdomen as the two relaxed in their bed together. Marinette’s daydream was broken up by the sound of Adrien’s voice. “Marinette,” he stopped sweeping and walked back to the nervous girl, “do you need some help? You know, sweeping?”

“Umm…no?” Marinette’s voice was shaking and uncertain.

“It’s alright if you don’t know, I didn’t know anything about cleaning until I went to school.”

Adrien walked behind Marinette and grabbed the broom from behind her, surrounding her body with his. “Do you need me to show you?”

The back of Marinette’s neck was pressed against Adrien’s chest, she could feel him breathing as the air escaped his nose and flew through her hair. She made her body small, pulling him closer to her. “Alright,” he began, his hands still surrounding Marinette’s. She could feel his smooth skin against hers as they started to sway.

This happened once in her dreams, except slightly different. She began to play music in her head, ignoring Adrien’s words. As the music played, she swayed harder back and forth, Adrien’s body followed without question. As Marinette looked down, she could see her wedding dress flowing across the dance floor, pressing against Adrien’s suit. She could hear their wedding song play as the crowd of friends and families watched the two of them declare their love for each other.

“Marinette,” Adrien’s concerned tone brought her back to reality. Her body was on the floor, her head being supported by Adrien’s hand.

“You just started swaying,” he continued, “and then you fainted, should I go get help?”

“N-no,” Marinette blurted out. “It’s ok, I was just paying- I mean not paying attention and fell over.”

Marinette gave Adrien a fake laugh and a shrug before he helped her back up to her feet. “Alright,” he spoke uncertainly, “but if you feel lightheaded, I can cover some of your work.”

Adrien picked his rag back up and continued to clean the windows. As he reached the back of the room, Marinette heard the boy sneeze.

“Excuse me,” he spoke with a surprised tone, “I didn’t expect to see any feathers in here.”

Adrien continued to sneeze. “Marinette,” he tried to speak between sneezes, “could you help me… with these feathers, I think… there was an open window… and maybe a pigeon got in… or something.”

Adrien stumbles his way to the door, sneezing as he passed Marinette and bumping into her. Something fell out of his pocket and into Marinette’s field of view as he did. “Sorry Marinette, I’ll be right back, I promise. I just have to visit the little boy’s room until my nose can calm down.”

As he left the room, Marinette bent down and picked up a green and pink bracelet. As soon as she recognized it as hers, she let out a squeal she had been holding in for what felt like hours. “Tikki,” she said, “look at what it is!”

The little red kwami flew out of Marinette’s purse and above her hand. “It’s your lucky bracelet.”

“I gave it to Adrien when he came to my house when he came over to practice for the game tournament. Wasn’t that great, Tikki? I love Adrien so much. We spent so much time alone and together, why can’t that be every day? What I wouldn’t give to come home from work every day to see Adrien’s smiling face as he handles our three kids.”

“Marinette.”

“I can see them all right now! One has my eyes and Adrien’s hair, another has Adrien’s eyes and my hair, and the third has both Adrien’s and hair. Then when I come home-”

“Marinette.”

“Right, right, the bracelet. I can’t believe he kept it. I thought he would just throw it in a pile with all the other crazies who sent him random junk, but he kept it, he kept it! Not only that, he had it in his pocket, he carries it around with him.”

“Marinette,” a different voice spoke.

Marinette looked up in pure terror as she saw Adrien leaning against the doorway, with a slight grin on his face. She started to shake as she looked back down at the charm in her hands. “Hey, Adrien,” her cool demeanor already splitting at its seams, “I found your bracelet.

“I thought I felt something fall out.”

Adrien walked towards Marinette and she pushed out her arms until they were fully extended, hoping to jump out the window as soon as he grabbed it. Instead of her hands getting lighter, she felt them gaining weight. As she looked back, she saw Adrien grabbing her hand and staring into her eyes. “Marinette,” he spoke in a soft tone.

Before Adrien could get another word out, Marinette lost control. I’m going to have to move, she thought, I’m going to move and change my name, shave my head and get a wig. I can never come back to Paris again. He knows. I’m sorry Paris, you’ll have to live without Ladybug, I can’t come back. HE KNOWS.

“You’re one of my best friends”.

I’ll move to China, live off the grid, abandon everything I know and love.

“And when-”

This is it, I’ll just die here. I can’t live after this.

“Marinette?”

Her eyes snapped upwards, locking on the candy green perfection. “Are you alright? You’ve been acting a bit more different than usual.”

“I-I-I’m fine, just a bit tired from waking up this early.”

“Marinette, I just wanted to say that-”

“I’m sorry,” Marinette interrupted, pulling away from Adrien.

“Sorry?”

Marinette walked towards the window, grabbed her own arms and made herself small. “I’m sorry for always being so weird, I just don’t know how to act around you sometimes and I can never seem to do the right thing. You’re so perfect and handsome and I’m so clumsy and pathetic.”

She could feel water starting to roll down her face and she pulled herself more inward, trying to protect herself from the world. “Marinette,” Adrien tried to speak again.

“And look at me now. This is the only time I’ve been able to talk to you without being a weird maniac and it’s when I know you’ll never talk to you again.”

“Never talk to you again? Marinette.”

He walked over to the girl, now pressing herself against the windowsill and letting the crisp breeze slam into her face. He took up a position beside her, letting his elbows fall onto the wood. He tried to look over at her, but her hands covered her face. All Adrien was able to see were the tears falling through the cracks and onto the pavement below.

“Marinette,” he spoke, putting a hand on her shoulder, “what you said is true. I have hundreds of little things and knick-knacks in a dumpster outside my house, all from the people you called ‘crazies’. But this-” he held Marinette’s charm in his open hand “-is something that will never come close to those, it’s so much better, want to know why?”

Marinette slid her hand, giving herself a view of the charm he held. “Because,” Adrien continued, “you gave it to me. This wasn’t from some weird girl a hundred miles away, this is a gift from a very close and special friend.”

He placed a hand on her shoulder and felt her shaking slightly. “I’m sorry,” he spoke with a sadder tone, “I never realized how much this bracelet meant to you. I’ll take better care of it from now on.”

He slid the bracelet over his hand and securing it on his wrist. “I should get back to cleaning the room before we get another detention, but spend as much time here as you need.”

Adrien walked to the other set of windows and began to clean again. Marinette continued to stare at her hands, trying to stop her body from collapsing. He didn’t hear me. He… didn’t… hear… me…

She pulled her hands away from her eyes and let the wind blow away whatever tears remained on her face. She turned around to see the unaware Adrien wiping down the windows. She pressed a hand against her chest and felt her heart race at the speed of light. She quietly laughed to herself before returning to the broom she dropped earlier.

She looked up at Adrien, who had been watching her the past couple seconds and quickly turned away as they made eye contact. Marinette dropped the broom and walked over to Adrien, swinging her arms around him. He returned the favor and pulled her in closer, pressing his head against her.

“Thank you.”

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ashtheshortstack · 7 years ago

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ML Fluff Month Day 10 - Secret Sleepover

Secret Sleepover

Rated: T Pairing: Adrinette

For: @miraculousfluffmonth

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Day 1 / Day 11

Adrien had frequently snuck over to Marinette’s house as both himself and his superhero alter ego more than he wanted to admit. After finding out her identity, her bedroom basically became their safe space to discuss miraculous matters, and, slowly but surely, he started seeing who Ladybug really was. If it was possible to fall harder than he already had, then Adrien was certainly face planting. They started having “homework dates” as Alya would call them. Now, he hadn’t intended to kiss her on one of said homework dates, but he definitely hadn’t regretted the outcome. Never in a million years did he think that Marinette, the clumsy, sweet girl from his class, would become the love of his life.

And yet, here he was, sneaking into her room like he did almost every other day.

Adrien shivered and tried to rub the rain off his leather suit. Shaking his hair, water splayed out everywhere. Marinette squeaked as the droplets hit her, holding her arms up in defense. “I thought you were a cat, not a dog!” she cried.

Smirking, he gave a lopsided shrug. “Eh, even so, the water has to get out of my hair somehow.”

“How about with a towel? Like a normal human?” she teased, placing her hands on her hips.

He barked out a laugh. “Yeah, that works too.”

With a roll of her eyes, Marinette shook her head with a sigh. “Stay put, alley cat.”

“Of course,” he chimed with a cheeky grin. “Nowhere else I’d rather be.”

He heard her laughter as she exited the room through her trap door. Suddenly, there was a tiny, red kwami zipping up towards his face. Cupping his hands, the creature perched herself there. “Hello, Adrien,” Tikki sang.

“Hi, Tikki. How is Marinette doing?” he asked. He always made a routine of asking Tikki if his girlfriend as alright. Marinette had a habit of keeping the truth from him at times if she thinks it’s too much of a bother, or if she’s embarrassed. It’s frustrating at times because he simply wants her to trust him, but knowing the Ladybug he always had, she has too much pride to let someone know when she’s struggling.

The kwami smiled sadly. “There’s a reason she called you over here tonight. She’s not too much of a fan of this weather.”

Adrien cocked a brow under his mask, confusion etched in his features. “Marinette hasn’t seemed to be afraid of storms in the past?”

Shaking her head, Tikki replied, “She wasn’t. This is a fairly—recent development.”

He nodded in understanding. “Alright,” he pat the tiny creature on her head, “thanks, Tikki.”

“Are you two done talking about me now?”

Adrien flinched, and Tikki fluttered out of his hands when the two both saw Marinette standing above her trap door with a towel slung over her arm. Hissing, he ran a hand through the back of his hair. “U-Um, yeah? Tikki, why don’t you and Plagg take some time to yourselves? Claws off.” His transformation whisked away, leaving his kwami floating out of the ring. Bobbing his head toward Tikki, Adrien sent a look to the creature. “Give us a minute, will you, Plagg?”

“Sure, good luck with what you did this time, kid.”

Clenching his teeth, Adrien glowered. “Not. Helping.”

As the two kwamis flew out of sight, he turned his attention to his obviously annoyed girlfriend. Marinette merely sighed, strutting towards him and flopping the towel over his head. She sat down next to him on the chaise. “So, do you often talk about my person life with my kwami behind my back?”

“Define ‘often’?” he grumbled guiltily as he rubbed his hair with the towel.

She scoffed. “Really, Adrien? Must you?”

He sighed, yanking the towel off his head to reveal very obvious Chat-like hair. Gazing at her pleadingly, Adrien whimpered. “I know you’re probably peeved at me, but you tend to withhold information a lot.”

Crossing her arms, she whipped her head away from him. “Yeah, for good reason, apparently.”

“Is it really?” She simply jutted out her bottom lip into a pout, stiffening her shoulders and hunching away from him. Adrien snorted at her dramatics. “Mari, pride isn’t exactly an ideal reason.”

“It isn’t pride!” she snapped.

“Then what is it?” he fired back quickly.

Marinette loosened her stubborn stance, instead she clenched the edges of the chaise and gazed down at the floor. “I just—I just don’t want you to think less of me.”

Adrien gaped at her. “How—How could you think that? How could I ever think less of you for being human? Marinette, why didn’t you just tell me you’re scared of storms? It’s not something to be ashamed of.”

Blinking slowly, she glanced back up at him. “It’s not storms… it’s just lightning. Ever since--”

The gears in his brain spun quickly. Finally, things started to click into place for him. He already knew. “That electrical akuma. The one the shocked me. It scared you, didn’t it?”

Marinette gave a brief nod. “Yeah… it’s just that… whenever there’s a storm with such bright lightning like this, it makes me think of how badly you were hurt. If it weren’t for the restoration powers, you could have been in big trouble.”

He reached out, brushing a stay bang behind her ear. “But I wasn’t, my lady. You healed me. I’m completely fine.”

“I-I know. Is it silly that I keep asking you over here during storms to make sure you’re safe with me?” she asked giving him a side glance as she slowly hugged herself.

Adrien snorted. “Having me run over here outside defeats the purpose a little, doesn’t it?”

She rolled her eyes. “I know. Why do you think I insist on you being on communicator call with me the entire time you’re running over here? It’s not that far anyway.”

He nudged her lightly. “I’m just teasing, princess.” Reaching up and playing with one of her pigtails, he smiled. “It’s really sweet that you worry for me.”

“I worry you’ll dance in the rain with a metal cane, obviously.”

He laughed at that. Suddenly, a loud flash lit up the room from the window, and Marinette was in his lap within seconds with a yelp. He was surprised at first, but after gathering his bearings he wrapped his arms around her. She was shaking. Adrien ran a hand through her hair in an attempt to comfort her.

“I’m sorry…” she murmured.

Nuzzling his nose in her hair, he gave a dry laugh. “You have nothing to apologize for.”

“Will you sleepover tonight?”

Smiling into her hair, he nodded. “Of course.”

Marinette groggily blinked her eyes open. The sun peaked in through her windows, shining brightly and making her squint. It was then the processed something was different. What was that weight on her waist? Rolling over, she was surprised when her nose bumped into another. Her eyes widened as she almost screamed, but instead she only let out a tiny squeal. All of the memories from the previous night flooded back into her mind. The storm, Adrien comforting her with cuddling and kisses until they eventually fell asleep in her bed.

Adrien stirred slightly, his nose scrunching at her sudden disturbance. Groaning, he wrapped his arms more tightly around her, eliciting another squeak from her. He cracked one eye open, brows furrowing in annoyance. “You’re noisy,” he grumbled, his voice thick with sleep.

She nuzzled her nose into his more and smiled. “Well,” she whispered, “it’s my bed. I can do what I want.”

Rumbling in his throat again, he squeezed his eyes closed tightly. “I know my rights,” he mumbled.

Marinette snorted, but said nothing else. Instead, she focused on the feeling of his hand that was rubbing soothing circles onto her side as he held her to him. He was such a snuggle bunny. It was adorable. Not that she minded. Being close to him was the most amazing feeling in the world. So safe and protected. Warm and fuzzy feelings bubbled in her stomach. She could stay in his arms forever.

She nosed his cheek, making him turn his head slightly. Pressing her lips lightly to his, she kissed him, soft and slow. He whimpered lightly at the contact. As she pulled back, his eyes fluttered open. Smiling, his lips twitched into a smirk. “That’s something I can wake up to every morning.”

Marinette shook her head. “You’re such a dork.”

Adrien cupped her cheek, pulling her back in. Their lips tied in a gentle dance, making Marinette sigh at such sweetness. He sucked her bottom lip between his teeth, making her giggle and pull away.

She booped him on the nose with a smile. “Control yourself, mister,” she teased.

He laughed. “Around you? Never.”

Leaning back in, he captured her mouth again. Marinette had definitely found her new favorite thing: good morning kisses. Her heart pounded and her mind was swept away with the feeling of his lips against hers.

“Marinette? Are you awake, honey?”

They jolted apart, and Adrien’s eyes popped open. Panic took over his features. She placed a finger to her lips to hush him, and threw the blanket over his head. Throwing pillows on top of him, she barely covered him in time for her mother to open the trap door to her room.

She sat up in her bed with a nervous smile as her mother began to speak. “Oh, you are up. It’s not like you to be awake so early. I was just coming to check on you. Alya stopped by the bakery and said she had big news and wanted you to call her right away.”

“Yes, Mama! I’ll do that! Thank you for letting me know.”

Sabine stared at her daughter for a moment before tilting her head. “Everything okay?”

Marinette felt Adrien flinch beside her, but she merely nodded quickly. “Yes, ma’am!”

Her mother eyed her suspiciously. “Alright… have you always had that many pillows on your bed?”

“Yes!” she peeped.

Sabine hummed before shrugging. “Oh, alright. I just don’t remember.”

“Y-Yup! A-Always have!”

Her mother leaned forward, propping her elbow up on the floor and resting her hand on her palm. This wasn’t good. Sabine gave a knowing smirk. Marinette instantly felt guilt swirling in her gut. “Hey, Marinette?”

She blushed and gazed down at her twiddling thumbs. “Yes, Mama?”

“The next time you decide to sneak Adrien in, at least make sure he’s hidden the entire night. I do get up and check on you sometimes, you know.”

The mound of pillows next to her shifted, letting Sabine know that Adrien was still there. He sprung from underneath the covers, face flushed and hair a wreck. “I’m so sorry, Mrs. Cheng. Marinette called me because she was scared of the thunderstorm, and I just--”

Sabine shook her head and put a finger to her lips. “Calm down, now. Tom doesn’t know you’re up here. I trust you two, don’t worry. But, Marinette,” her mother’s tone turned serious for a moment.

“Y-Yes?”

“You and I are going to have a talk later.”

Marinette nodded. “Yes, ma’am.”

Her mom slipped back out of her room. The pair gaped at each other, faces completely flushed. Adrien ran a hand through his messy, blonde locks. “Well, I guess that’s the end of our secret sleepovers, huh?”

She gave a sigh. “Yeah, I don’t want to experience this again.”

“Maybe, they can still be sort of secret? Where only your mom knows?”

Marinette laughed, tackling him back down to the bed. “Sort of secret sleepovers it is.”

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