#all so he could do his Bond Villain style greeting when he came home

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Missing Leonard Snart - Day 1

[eolian-234]

Whumptober 2019

Day Seven: Isolation 

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Hi Friends! Hope your week started off well!

Day Six: Dragged Away

Summary: A young Peter Parker comes to live with Tony Stark. What happens with Tony is too haunted by his past to see a future that includes Peter?

It was eleven months since he moved into the tall building and Peter had only seen Mr. Stark a total of seventeen times. When Peter mentioned it to his nanny, the man’s eyes narrowed for a moment before congratulating him on counting that high.

His new home was huge and every time Peter explored he found something new. His nanny, Mr. Chi, couldn’t be there at all hours of the day and night to look after Peter so sometimes he was left to himself. Jarvis was always there if he needed help but Peter knew the rules. Rule seven stated that if a door wouldn’t open it meant he wasn’t allowed in. That was easy enough to follow because it enforced itself. The rest of the rooms were fair game to Peter and that was all he cared about. So much alone time meant boredom and his curious nature needed to be sated somehow.

He explored methodically, room by room, as the days went and took careful note to remember where he left off so the next day he could continue his way. Sometimes he ended up meeting people in his explorations. They would smile and sometimes, if they weren’t busy, would talk to him. Truth be told Peter looked forward to those times. He couldn’t wait to tell someone about what he discovered.

It was on such excursion that he met his friends, Ms. Pepper and Rhodey. They always made time for him though he knew they were busy and they never patronized him. Rhodey would greet and say goodbye to him with the warmest hugs. Ms. Pepper snuck him treats sometimes and helped him with his homework from Mr. Chi. Sometimes he wasn’t sure if he was exploring or trying to catch a glimpse of them.

Mr. Chi gave him homework to complete throughout the week and he was by far the person who Peter spent most of his time with but Mr. Chi was not his friend. It wasn’t that Peter didn’t like him, the boy was hard-pressed to find anybody to dislike, but there was a strict distinction between teacher and student. He diligently finished the work so that the man would be pleased with him.

The last person who remained was the one who took control of him when his parents died. Mr. Stark was also the person that Peter saw the least and wanted to the most. He was curious about the man who saved him from being alone. Who plucked him from darkness and took him to a magic tower. His dreams were the only things that were not affected by their new surrounding. No matter how much Peter wished it they were disturbed by shadows and when he woke up, heart pounding and sheets tangled, he was left with a deep longing for his family.

-

It was the anniversary of Peter coming to live in the Tower. It was also the anniversary of his parent’s deaths and Peter was not behaving today.  

If asked, Mr. Chi would say that Peter was an unusually bright boy that, when applied, was a fast learner and overall nice person. If pressed for more Mr. Chi might say that there was something missing when the boy smiled. Something in the way his eyes hardly lit up contrasting heavily with the bright smile on his face.

Peter was not smiling today. He ran out of his lesson with Mr. Chi and, asking Jarvis not to let his teacher know where he was, found one of his favorite closets. Peter sat on a makeshift chair he fashioned out of an upturned bucket and stared at the door.

His head bent forward to rest on his crossed arms and Peter sat there in the dark.

-

Tony Stark’s day could not get any worse.

First a business deal fell apart. Of course, Pepper blamed it on the fact that he was late… and hangover. His life consisted of meeting after one more meeting and his mind was melted by the end of each day so he wasn’t sure what she expected.

All he wanted to do was go back to his floor, have a drink or two, and collapse for the night without any intrusions. He grimaced at the thought. No matter what his instructions were Jarvis insisted on informing him when the kid woke up from a nightmare and contrary to what the press thought Tony had a heart. He could hear the disapproval in the AI’s tone when Tony acknowledged but didn’t move from his floor.

What was he supposed to do? He wasn’t the kid’s father. No, his father was pushing up daisies on a hill somewhere. Tony wasn’t anyone’s father and didn’t know how to be. How could he be one when he never had one himself? If Tony were around more he would have felt awkward living with a child. As it was his own insecurities turned to annoyance at having to curb his life to fit the needs of some kid.

He tried, he would tell us, to welcome the kid into his life at first. The day after the boy came he had breakfast catered. A real smorgasbord spread out on the table for them only to have the boy stick his nose up and nibble at a piece of toast.  

After that Tony let the boy stew and a week later he tried again. This time he took the kid to see a movie. Again, it did not go well and when the boy started crying, Tony realized that a crime movie wasn’t the best way to bond with a five year old whose parents were just murdered.

Frustrated and embarrassed Tony didn’t trust himself anymore but was too proud to ask for any advice. From that point he kept their interactions short and businesslike.

Every time he ran into the kid he was left confused. Tony was sure there was some type of vital translation errors between them because something would happen that would invariably confuse him. It happened last month when he came into one of the kid’s sessions with Mr. Chi. Tony stood at the back of the room shifting his feet back and forth and debated whether Mr. Chi was right. Would the kid want him there? He hadn’t seen Tony yet but was showing some type drawing he finished. Tony felt the breath rush out of him. There on the page was, if the misshapen facial hair was anything to go by, him. He was there with what looked to be all sorts of weeds around him and then in the corner Tony thought it looked like the kid. At least it was small enough. The figures were so far apart though and blocked by all the weeds. Tony wasn’t sure what to make of it but Mr. Chi was looking at him like it was important but he couldn’t understand and Tony fled the room.

He refused to think about why the kid drew that and what it meant, but he couldn’t get it out of his mind. Why was he surrounded by such dense green and did his facial hair really look that out of control? It seemed like the kid was always around a corner but sadly he was the person Tony saw the most. He sat down at his desk and snorted at how pathetic that sounded. Pepper was avoiding him recently and would leave all their interactions to over the phone and Rhodey was busy with work…or also avoiding him. Tony didn’t know nor did he care. He was fine.

He played with his pen and gazed around his office. On the walls were paintings that Pepper acquired for him. They were neutrals tones, grey and beige, and matched beautifully with the furniture. His desk was the only piece that Tony picked out for himself and sat in the middle of the room. In fact it was something he made from old Iron Man suits that he soldered together. It had thin steel legs that intertwined and twisted under a thick glass top. Tony loved how you could look through the top at so many different angles and not see what was holding it up. Only by standing just right would you be able to see the delicate metal supporting the glass.

Tonight, Tony stared blankly around the room, noticing for the first time how out of place his desk looked. The grungy style of the desk looked out of place among the sophisticated decorations. He sighed and put his head in his hand.

Everything would be fine if he could get some sleep inside of trying to psychoanalyze his furniture.

-

If asked Tony could tell us the name, age, and relevant information recorded on the file for one Peter Parker. If asked again he would flounder and instead of admitting he knew nothing personal about him, would say that the boy didn’t like toast or violent movies. When pressed once more Tony would storm out of the room without answering.

When he walked into the living room of his floor he was displeased to see Mr. Chi sitting on one of his couches.

“Oh,” he said before moving to the liquor cabinet. “You’re still here are you?”

The man sighed and Tony’s cheek twitched. No good had ever come from finding the man staying late to talk to him. Usually Tony was subjected to these little talks once a month. Sometimes more depending on how the boy was doing and Tony hated them. Hated the pleading in Mr. Chi’s eyes when he talked to Tony. It was the same look Pepper and Rhodey would give him and made him feel like a villain.

“As I have recommended multiple times, Mr. Stark…”


“Please, just Tony.”

“As you wish. I have told you, Tony, the boy needs guidance. He needs someone to look up to. Rules and boundaries so he is not walking aimlessly along life’s path.”


Tony snorted but didn’t look up from his glass the uneasiness grew in his stomach.

“And I told you. I’m not the man for the job. I wouldn’t be able to keep my rule from becoming a dictatorship.”
The man across from him shook his head.

“I thought it wise to tell you...” He paused and waited for Tony to look up.

“Yes?”

“You know what day it is.” Tony rubbed his hand down his face before draining the glass and filling it again.

“Yes. Its Friday.” He said with sarcasm

“Indeed, it is and not just any Friday. Peter is currently hiding in the closet on the fifty-seventh floor.”

“Again?” Tony asked.

The man sidestepped his question with a suggestion that sounded more like a command: “I think it prudent if you go find him. Personally.”

Tony swallowed at the hard look coming from Mr. Chi. It wasn’t the first time he’d been subjected to it and Tony was sure it wouldn’t be the last. Resignation dripped from his expression as he wished the man a goodnight. He wondered how well he would have succeeded under Mr. Chi’s tutelage when he was a child.

He started down the stairs forgoing the elevator to lengthen the time it took to get there. The closet was at the end of a rarely used hallway and Tony’s eyes purposefully avoided it as he walked closer. When he stood in front of it he saw the no light emerged from under it. Tony wondered how long the boy had been in there.

Not letting himself be cowed by a five-year-old Tony strong forward and knocked.

“Peter?” He said with no response. “Peter.” Annoyance seeped into the name and infused it with purpose. Tony was wrong. The day could get worse.

“Open the door. Now.” His ear pressed flat against the door and still not a sound could be heard. He paced back a forth for a moment, his eyes straying to the closed door.

“Jarvis. Unlock the door, please.”

Jarvis seemed to be giving him the cold shoulder because without a word the door opened. The light from the hallway flooded into the tiny room. Tony glanced in and saw what looked to be some kind of chair, complete with handles made of old stacked cleaning bottles. It was… resourceful.

He stepped closer and spied a shoe covered half in shadow. Tony followed the shoe into the shadow and spotted a leg and then a small body attached. He lay quiet and still. At first Tony thought he was sleeping, he couldn’t see the boy’s face but he liked to imagine that was all but the boy hadn’t moved when Tony entered.

The ground rushed up to hit his knees and Tony stared at the boy. His hands reached out in front of him toward the small body but stopped before they could touch him. What if he hurt the boy without knowing?

His hands trembled in the air and staring at the child thoughts of his own childhood burst from their box in his mind. Isn’t that the same excuse he gave Howard? It was certainly the way he managed as a child. Howard couldn’t possible have known he was hurting Tony so it wasn’t the man’s fault. It was an accident. His father told him that many times but now Tony didn’t want to repeat the same accident.

“Peter?” He whispered and realized it was the first time he ever spoke the boy’s name out loud; At least in his remembrance. Ironic than that the boy wasn’t awake to hear it. His chest rose and fell rapidly. Faster than he thought was normal. His hand moved on its own to ghost over his pulse. It was too high. Tony’s breath stopped and he pulled his hand away, shaking, as if he was burned.

“Jarvis?” He said not sure what he was asking,

“His pulse is high, Tony. You need to get him to the Medbay. He has suffered from what seems to be a panic attack, again.”

There was that word: again. Like the definition itself, the word kept repeating over in his life and Tony was starting to hate it. It meant that there wasn’t one bad thing but multiple. That the burdens would continuously stack up on each other creating an unmanageable load.

He took in a deep breath and gently picked Peter up before walking to the Medbay. He held the body in his arms away far into the air but his neck bent to look uncomfortable. Slowly Tony brought Peter closer to him and rested the small head on his shoulder ignoring the warmth before picking up his pace.

The nurse on duty bristled when she took Peter’s pulse and other vitals. It was strange seeing the normally active child in bed, still. It was strange seeing him in general. His hair which Tony now guessed was freshly cut when he came to live here was now longer and little curls rested against his forehead. Small freckles lay underneath the curls and along his chin and cheeks. Tony wondered what color eyes he had. Wires wrapped around him creating a strange sort of cage and Tony took a sat in a chair to the side until the nurse came back.

“Alright Mr. Stark. He’s going to be fine. From what we gathered he must have had a panic attack, which caused him to fall and hit his head. It was lucky you found him. I suggest you watch him for twenty-four hours and then check back in. Lots of rest and no stress.” She said, checking Peter over once more before leaving him alone in the room.

Tony rested his forehead on his clasped hands and stared past them to the ground. The sound of the machines whirling and their breathing filled the room and gave the illusion they were the only two people in the world. He glanced up at the boy again and caught the deep circles ingrained under Peter’s eyes. Nobody that young should be so tired; nobody that young should be lying in a hospital bed.

He thought back to the many conversations he had with Rhodey and Pepper. On first meeting the two were smitten with the boy. Somehow they came across Peter and immediately fell in love. They set up some sort of intervention for him complete with his favorite cake but Tony wouldn’t listen. Wouldn’t see past his own history to see the possibilities in Peter’s. After their last attempt to talk sense into Tony was met by an intoxication level they hadn’t seen in a while they left him to simmer. They hadn’t been back to see him again.

How was he supposed to handle caring for another person? A child? It was too much and Tony wasn’t ready for it. His eyes flitted to the door; hope building that someone would arrive and be able to fix everything. The door remained closed. Worries and doubts plagued him through the whole night but he sat there next to Peter.

The sun long past disappeared when he noticed the kid’s body trembling. He quickly took off his jacket and laid it over the boy, its length covering Peter’s whole body. Tony wrapped his arms around himself and stayed vigilant.

The renewed sun appeared but Tony’s will remained unchanged. He had no late night revelations about what he should do. Their little hospital room was untouched by anything from the outside and Tony felt as though he aged a lifetime by daybreak.

The small hand twitched and then a groan came from the boy.

“Peter?” He said, tasting the name on his tongue for what felt like the first time.

“Mr… Mr. Stark?” The voice that responded was weak and dry. Tony hurried to lift some water and watched as Peter gulped it down murmuring a weak thanks. He watched as Peter’s head flopped down onto the pillow and turned to look at him.

Warm brown eyes regarded him. Tony should have guessed that was their color, was ashamed he hadn’t known. They were a mixture of many browns. In one corner there were gold flecks and in the other there was a beautiful hazel that reminded him of his mother’s eyes. Peter smiled at him and Tony’s heart stopped.

Thankfully a nurse came in before Tony had to say anything and he took the opportunity to make a phone call. He felt odd contacting someone from work but it needed to be done. He had to cancel the meetings scheduled for this morning. Tony stepped back into the room not a quarter hour later and curled his hands into light fists. He hurried out and went to the nursing station.

“We thought you were going back to work so we had someone take him back to his room.”


Tony nodded and with heavy feet left the Medbay. The air in his office was stale, unused, and he had the errant thought that maybe they had been locked away in that little room for a thousand years.

He sat in his chair and started opening emails. No one cared it was Saturday. There was always work to be done. He worked on autopilot and answered them but the image of the Peter in that closet never was far away.

On more than one occasion he was tempted to see how Peter was doing. In the end he stayed in his office. Tony stayed seated at his chair staring at the beige paintings wondering why, all the sudden, his heart felt heavier and the glass of brandy to his right didn’t comfort him as it normally did.

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Day Eight: Stab Wound

[darkdevasofdestruction]

Hi I’m back at it again requesting bc Oof! That Kayn one shot was good! Can I get preferences or your choice of kayn, yasuo, sona and jinx waking up to their fem! S/o in the morning for the first time? Just lots of fluff please?

Aww I’m so happy that you liked it!! Thank you!!

Yasuo

Yasuo is an innocent fugitive haunted by his past and literally hunted by his own city of Ionia for a crime he never committed -

The crime of killing his own master.

Therefore, he only had training, getting stronger and finding the villain who framed him, to get revenge, clearly never even thinking of having a proper relationship.

That is, until he met his angelic girlfriend who came into his life like an innocent sunshine, brightening up his heart completely and filling it with love and affection.And for that, he is eternally grateful and he respects and protects her with his own life.

To be fair, he seems like the classic, traditional kind of man who goes by the rules so he’d take things VERY slow, not wanting to drive her away, but when she suggests having a sleepover, a movie marathon, he blushes slightly, eyes wide but nods nonetheless, the idea of a cuddle session being very much awaited.

That night was the best night he’s ever had, and his S/O was extremely giddy that she managed to make him laugh, which for him, is an extremely rare feat.They mostly just cuddled and watched whatever movies they decided, eating snacks and laughing at the jokes and side comments she kept saying, making him sometimes join in, much to her excitement and proceed to roast annoying characters here and there.

Thing is, he is used to staying up for a long time due to his old-warrior times and even now, with training and missions, but it was obvious that his girlfriend wasn’t used to staying up too much past her bed-time, especially after having had a stressful week, so she fell asleep in his arms with a smile on her face.

This lovely display made the man smile gently at the love of his life, brushing the hair from her face and planting a soft kiss of the top of her head, holding her close to his heart, thanking whatever Gods exist for this gift.

The next day he woke up to a soft kiss on his nose and an unusual tickle on his cheeks, which he found out was her hair brushing on his face.Seeing the bright grin and the sweet “Good morning, love” she greeted him with, he only closed his eyes and hugged her again, wanting to indulge in a lazy, warm morning with her, much to her amusement.

Sure, maybe it wasn’t so conventionally traditional for a young couple to spend their nights like that, but the love and happiness he felt during those house spent together with her, and even now, in the morning, made him realise that he truly wants to spend the rest of his life waking up to her, needing her like the world needs the sun rays.

Kayn

It wasn’t that this guy was too busy for a relationship, but like, “Who cares about relationships anyways when I have an annoying darkin weapon trying to take over my mind and I have so much work to do for Master Zed?”

Well, clearly, that changed when he met her, the only one who could ever change his mind and life views about love and people in general.Maybe they were all trash and he wanted to kill them all, but for that, she was definitely an exception.

However, it was difficult for him to actually learn how to be affectionate and overall the amazing boyfriend that he has the potential to be.Please bear with him, he’s learning and trying his best, poor soul.

With time, he learnt how to be comfortable with holding hands with her and even appreciate the warmth and emotion behind long hugs which, despite not wanting to admit, he absolutely adores.

One day, she called him over for a dinner date at her home (consisting of pizza, soda and lots of sweets), playing video games and binge-watching horror TV series, which are apparently his favourite.

Of course, after such a long time, on the floor carpet, leaning back on the couch with a warm blanket around them, she fell asleep with her head leaning on his shoulder, which he only realised a bit later, when he saw something really cool on TV and tried to tell her about it, really excited, only to find her sleeping peacefully.

With an amused breathe and a side-smile, he picked up up bridal style and put her on her bed, letting her rest for the night. The problem was…Before he could leave, she gripped his shirt, not letting him go, despite being asleep as it was.This only amused him further but accepted nonetheless, getting in bed next to her and holding her, being the big spoon. He loved hugging his girlfriend so much…So soft and warm.

The next day, as soon as he tried to fluttered his eyes open, he felt something on his face, which made him wrinkle his nose in annoyance, earning a soft, sweet giggle from the one who could only be his S/O, which brought him back to reality.

She was caressing his face and smiling up at him, her eyes twinkling with glee like stars in the sky.With the ghost of a sleepy smile on his face, he held her hand, kissing her knuckles then pulling her close in yet another cuddle, finally happy and content with the wise decision he made, to allow himself the arrogance to feel once again.

Jinx

Mhhhhhhhboyyyyyy she’s a hard one to deal with, mostly because out causing mayhem so much that she forgets about literally everything - Including the need to eat, for example.

But girl, let me tell you this, if you’re her type and you’re okay, accepting all her quirks, then she’s NEVER gonna leave you alone (even if you want her to).Nope.She’s like one of those affection leeches who jumps on you and latches on you with her arms and legs, not letting go and showering you with kisses and compliments.

Actually…I can’t see any downside, to be fair.

If you indulge in her mischief and help her out here and there, painting stuff, pulling pranks and whatever, your bond would sky rocket even more, since she’ll feel like you’re more than 10000% trustworthy and she’ll honestly tell you anything, especially all the juicy gossips from around - Yes, she knows them all.

So that’s how she and her girlfriend bonded, more or less, both of them having similar interests and accepting the other, no matter what weird things they’d do.

Getting Jinx to stay still isn’t an easy task, but if her girlfriend challenges her to some video games and she’ll go full-competitive on girlfriend, not letting her win. (Unless her girlfriend is like a Video Game boss, then she’ll get frustrated with her losing and will try even harder, until she beats her)

Which is exactly what happened one night when Jinx’s girlfriend asked her if she wanted to have a Mortal Kombat tournament and of course, she was up for the challenge!

The only this is…Jinx couldn’t win a single game for HOURS.Her girlfriend was just that amazing at Mortal Kombat!As she couldn’t even praise her skills because she was much too focused on beating her to even think about anything else.

Seeing how worked up Jinx got over not winning, her girlfriend grinned and let her win, trying not to make it obvious.Fortunately, Jinx was already jumping in the air of happiness to even consider the possibility of having been let to win - Nah, she was too excited to think.

Thing is…It only took her 5 minutes of partying to make her fall on the ground, dead asleep, which in turn, made her girlfriend blink in confusion and poke her face, only for her to lightly snore.

Trying not to die of laughter, she dragged Jinx on the carpet, got many pillows and blankets and set up a nice place for the both of them to sleep, all warm and comfy.

The next day, S/O woke up to the sound of a mischievous giggle and some boops on the nose and cheeks. S/O only opened one eye and grinned at Jinx, then pulled the blanket over both their heads and kissed her passionately on her lips.

Of course, this too turned into a kissing contest, getting Jinx to giggle like a maniac and pepper her girlfriend’s face with tons of kisses and playful lip bites.For some reason, Jinx was much happier than ever, and then she realised that it’s because she woke up next to her girlfriend, which had a huge positive impact on her.

10000% Would definitely do that again.

Maybe with less game defeats though.

Sona

Sweet, soft, mute girl deserves the best, please treat her well and she will play you any song you want with her etwahl.She’s generally rather she but very loving and affectionate towards girlfriend, going on board with most of her hobbies and passions that she has.

She likes gardening? Sona will be right next to her in the cutest gardening get-up, trying to take care of a little blue flower.She likes music? They can play together anything she wants, Sona learns songs really well and absolutely L O V E S hearing her girlfriend sing or play an instrument, no matter which it is.She likes video games?Sona will do her best to play with her if she needs a Player 2, and if she doesn’t and it’s a single-player one, she’d be happy to cuddle her and watch her play and beat the game.She likes reading? She will always gift her girlfriend books she says she wishes for or thinks she’d like, telepathically suggesting that they go out in a nice and quiet park or a little vintage cafe where they can enjoy reading together.

The first time Sona’s girlfriend spent the night at hers was for her birthday and damn, was it adorable.They spent the whole day together, nobody else disturbing them and her girlfriend even did her best to bake her a cute blueberry cake with some musical notes drawn on it and “Happy Birthday, Sona Sona was touched to tears and hugged her girlfriend tightly, not wanting to let her go, but hey, they had to eat cake!During the day, they talked about how her life with the League is, if she’s okay, about books and movies and everything they had in common, ending with them cuddled in bed, scented candles lit, low ambiental music in the background, hot beverages and a nice book that they both loved very much.

It didn’t take much for Sona to fall asleep in her girlfriend’s warm embrace with a sweet smile on her face, happy that she can actually feel so much love in her life after so many things happened to make her upset in the past.

The next day, Sona woke up to some light hair tugging which confused her, but turning around, she noticed her girlfriend greeting her good morning and trying to braid her hair.With a close-eyed smile, the bluenette went into a sitting position, telling her girlfriend to do what she wants with her hair.Hearing that, she only grinned and went behind her, making her lean back on her chest, hugging her and kissing her cheek, getting her slightly flush, but in glee nonetheless.

Sona’s hair is the best to braid and after S/O is done with it, Sona will look like one of those gorgeous fantasy elves or nymphs from their favourite books, and in turn, the bluenette loves doing the same with her girlfriend’s hair, pretending to be the Ultimate Ethereal Elf Couple.

Sona’s heart was close to bursting from happiness when she woke up and the first thing she saw was her girlfriend’s smile and honestly, she totally lives for it.She’d sooner or later suggest to move in together, just to get the opportunity to also see their peaceful sleeping face.

[chelleaslin]

Rare Pair Month Day 10-Party (Lukanette)

@mlrarepairmonth

Marinette could feel the steady thumping of the bass as she entered through the gates of the Agreste Manor. She wore her long hair down along with a cute red dress with black polka dots, an inside joke among her friend group. By her right side was her best friend, Alya, who was sporting a orange one piece jumpsuit, with white pumps, also an inside joke.

“I can’t believe Adrien’s 18.” Alya mused as she reached to fiddle with a necklace that was no longer there, a habit that Marinette was all too familiar with.

“Yeah, it’s been a rough ride, but things seem to finally be going right for him.” She smiled sadly as she looked at the ground.

Marinette’s mind wondered as she reminisced through the last few years, so much has happen in such a short span of 5 years since she got her Miraculous and became Ladybug.

“He’s fine, Marinette.” Alya smiled as she squeezed her shoulder reassuringly. “thanks to Chlo.”

It’s true, Chloe was an angel sent from God himself. It was something Marinette would have never thought she’d ever say but here she was thanking her almost everyday for saving Adrien.

4 years ago, the team decided to revel their identities to each other to form a closer bond.

Marinette of course knew everyone’s Identites, as she is the one how bestowned the Miraculous’ upon them, all except Chatnoir.

Everyone knew Queen Bee was Chloe so that wasn’t a shock. Alya and Nino knew each others identities already, Chloe wasnt thrilled to have been working with them but forgot about that fast when Chat detransformed. No one expected Adrien Agreste to be behind the mask. Especially Marinette, Marinette who was In love with Adrien, Adrien who was Chatnoir, Chatnoir who was in love with Ladybug, Ladybug who was Marinette. She dropped her mask as well, it should have been perfect.

It was at first, they kissed and declared their love for each other but things didn’t always work out. They only loved half of each other only and it wasn’t enough, their relationship felt forced and they fell into old habits, Adrien treating Marinette has just a friend but constantly trying to be lovely doves with Ladybug and Marinette trying to Cosy up to Adrien but still not being comfortable with Chatnoir.

There final battle with Hawkmoth is what finally crushed their romance. They successfully captured him and obtain the missing Miraculous. Finding out Hawkmoths identity was hard for Adrien, but after seeing his mothers comatose body in the basement, he tried to kill his own father. Lucky Queen Bees quick thinking saved him from years of regret, she paralysed Adrien with her Venom, and knock him out cold while the police arrested Mr. Agreste and Nathalie. After that Adriens life fell apart, with no Legal guardian or relatives he was to be placed into a foster home until he turned 18. Chloe couldn’t stand around and let her best friend be send away, after 4 months of being in care, Adrien Agreste was adopted by The mayor and was able to come home to Paris.

Marinette remembers the nerves she felt upon seeing him again. He had changed so much, he was a shell of what he used to be. He broke things off with her that night and shut himself away.

It’s been a year since then and Adrien is finally 18, meaning he was old enough to inherit the Agreste fortune, manor and design company. He meet up with Marinette 2 weeks ago to catch up, it was safe to say they had no bad blood between them, they were still close friends. Marinette was just glad Adrien was back to normal after being through so much, she missed her partner.

“Come on!” Alya said as she opened the door and pushed Marinette inside. Marinette stumbled before finding her balance. The party was huge! The entire interior was filled with familiar faces all smiling and drinking. There were green and black streamers and balloons everywhere, Marinette smirk at the colour scheme, she loved their inside jokes.

“Babe!” A deep voice called out, Marinette turned her head to see Nino jogging over to the pair, “you guys made it.” He grinned before kissing Alya in greeting. Nino wore a green dress shirt with slacks and a baggy dark green hoodie over it with Shell On sprawled across the back,

“Hey Nino, nice hoodie” Marinette snickered. Nino just through her a wink over Alya head before grabbing his girlfriends hand.

“Mind if I steal your date, I only have a few songs left on Auto before my next set” he explained, pointing towards the turn tables in the corner of the room.

“Nino, I came with Marinette so she wouldn’t be alone.” Alya whispered to Nino, but Marinette heard anyway.

“I’ll be fine Alya” The blue eyes girl sighed “shoo, go have fun.” She said as she shooed the pair away with her hands.

“What about you?” Alya asked as Nino started to drag her away.

“I’ll mingle.” She smiled as she turned her back to the pair and walked towards the buffet table.

Marinette appreciated Alya kindness but she knew the short headed brunette was only doing this because she thought Marinette would be upset about seeing Adrien. She wasn’t though, she was happy just being in his life again as a friend. Alya didn’t believe her but Marinette kind of understood where she was coming from, she was obsessed with Adrien for most of her teen years.

Marinette sighed as she picked up a cookie from the table and frowned a little. It was times like this that she missed Tikki, but Master Fu collected all the Miraculous straight after Hawkmoth was captured, she barely had time to say goodbye.

“Do you miss her?” A familiar voice sadly asked, making Marinette jump. She spun around to see Chloe standing behind her. She wore a simple light yellow dress with a black belt, her hair in a messy side braid.

“All the time.” Marinette confessed sadly, Chloe just nodding in understanding.

“Pollen was my best friend and we weren’t together nearly as long and you and Tikki so I can’t even begain to imagine.”

Marinette tackled the other girl in a tight hug as her eyes watered. It felt good to have people in her life that understands her pain. Chloe pulled away and choked out a sobbed laughed.

“Look at us! We are complete messes. It’s Adrienkins birthday we should be celebrating!” She cheered as she picked up to wine flute from a passing waiter. She passed one to Marinette before chugging hers down.

“Woah.” Marinette gasped as her eyes bulged slightly “are you okay?” She asked Chloe In concern, the girl was downing her drink.

“I’m going to finally ask him out.” Chloe gasped slightly, out of breath.

“Really?” Marinette squealed as she tackled Chloe in another hug. Marinette had known about Chloe’s crush for as long as she knew Adrien. The two girls never getting along because of her love for the model. After everything that happen with Hawkmoth and Adrien the two girls bonded. Chloe suddenly had a lot more respect for Marinette after finding out she was her hero, Ladybug. After Adrien and Marinette broke up, Chloe was there for both of them helping them through it. She saved Adrien more times over the past to years then Marinette can count, she gain so much of Marinettes respect. The two started to hang out about a year ago and hit it off right away, Chloe confessed her feelings to Marinette one night, crying out of guilt. Marinette knew then and there that Chloe was the only one perfect enough for Adrien and she vowed that she’ll be her wing women through it all.

Alya on the other hand was friends with Chloe just not as close. She thought Adrien and Marinette were still meant to be and strongly disapproved of Chloe and Marinettes plan.

“Shit, here he come.” Chloe cursed as Adrien approached the two.

“Hey girls.” He smiled down at the pair kindly, Adrien had grown quite a bit. Adrien wore a green button up with black slacks, his hair styled very Chat noir like.

“H-hey.” Chloe stuttered out, her face blushed a pink hue. Marinette wasn’t sure if it was from the alcohol or Adrien approximaty, she had her money on the later.

“Happy Birthday Adrien.” Marinette smiled kindly. Adrien looked at her with a pained expression for a second before smiling back.

“Thanks Mari” he politely replied.

“Oh happy birthday!” Chloe blurted, her nerves eating her alive. She was never like this around Adrien maybe the alcohol wasn’t the best idea.

“You already said it this morning Chlo.” Adrien chuckled smiling at her in adoration. Marinette felt a warm feeling in her stomach watching the Pair tip toe around each other, it was so obvious that they had feelings for each other, they have been each others rocks for many years, long before miraculous and super villains.

Suddenly a slow song started to play through the speakers, giving Marinette and idea. She put her hand and either of the pairs backs and shoved them towards the dance floor.

“Go dance lovebirds.”she smirked as both of the blondes blushed furiously.

“Ahem, would you care to dance My Queen.” Adrien asked nervously, hand extended towards Chloe. She blushed, biting her lip nervously as she took his hand and followed him onto the dance floor. She look back at Marinette and mouthed a thank you.

Marinette giggled a little as she searched the room for Nino and Alya, she found the pair dancing together near fair right corner. She smiled again before leaning back against a wall, she was so happy for her team.

“Things have definitely changed quite a bit.” A deep voice spoke from beside her. Marinette jumped, she thought she was alone. She turned her head to see a tall man next to her. She had long black hair that was thrown up in a messy half pony tail, his finger nails were pained black and he had a sleeve of tattoos on one arm. “Did I just see you hooked up Agreste with the mayors daughter?”

“Uh yeah, they’re my friends.” She said warily, who was this man?

“You don’t remember me do you? Ma-Ma-Marinette!” He smirked, snake bites glistening in the lights. Marinette furrowed her eyebrows, why did that sound so familiar? Suddenly it all clicked.

“Luka?!” She spurted out in shock. Holy fucking shit, he got hot. Lukas smiled just widened at her reaction.

“What are you doing here?” Last she heard he hit the road after turning 18 which was a few years ago.

“I come back home every know and then to visit, Mum and Jules.” He explained, “I bumped into Adrien when I was out and about and we caught up over coffee, he invited me to his party after that.”

“Oh.” Marinette smiled, feeling super awkward and nervous.

“Would you like to dance?” Luka asked as he gestured to the dance floor. Marinettes heart started to thump loudly in her chest, butterflies erupting in her stomach.

“Yes” She squeaked out shlying. Luka just smirked in delight at her nerves.

“What wrong Marinette?” He asked innocently as he advanced towards her. He now stood almost chest to chest with the girl, their faces centremeters apart. Marinettes heart was going crazy right now, he was way too close, she could smell Alcohol and cigarettes on his breath.

“I-I..” She stuttered, her brain practically shutting down. He suddenly stepped back as he chuckled loudly. His laugh was so fucking sexy, Marinette clamped her thighs shut tightly.

“Mari!”

Marinette and Luka booth turned there heads towards the dance floor were Alya and the rest of the gang were standing. The slow song had ended and a more upbeat song started.

“Looks like we missed our chance” Luka sighed before turning towards Marinette. “I’ve got to leave but I definitely want to catch up with you” he started to walk way as he spoke to her. “Still live at the Bakery?” He asked.

“Yeah, still with my parents.” She confirmed, slightly embarrassed about her living situation.

“Cool, I’ll pick you up around lunch time, wear something cute for me.” With that he walked away. Marinette was just gaping a little to herself. What the actual fuck just happen and what the actual fuck happened to Luka?

“Marinette!” A bossy Alya called once again, interrupting her thoughts. She gave Lukas retreating figure one last glance before heading over to her friends. Was she going on a date tomorrow?