#auntie alya

[theeflowerofcarnage]

the only reason i go to the dank crypt is for this shot

[momentofch-aos]

*Daisy and Alya staying at May & Coulson's, having a girls night sleepover in the living room*

May : We'll be right down the hall if you need us, okay sweetheart?

Daisy : aw thanks you guys :)

May : Daisy I was talking to Alya

Daisy: but what if I need you

*May rolls her eyes but Coulson drops a kiss on her forehead*

Coulson : If you need us, we will be right down the hall Daisy

[starwarsmum]

A new fic? Me? Must be Wednesday 😅 this is based off a prompt for @apileofashandember about Marinette meeting the batfam through Penny ❤️

The rating on this is Mature because it gets a little spicy further down the line! You have been warned 😘

Chapter 1: A Liar Ruins a Website

Marinette sat alone in her room, hands scrunched in her hair as she muffled her screams into her bed. Her laptop sat innocently on her pillow, new comments popping up every few minutes on her now ruined website. 

“Make a website, Jagged said, it'll get your name out there, he said,” she complained to Tikki. The tiny god wisely said nothing, but settled itself into her hair. “How did that liar even find out about it? No, don't answer that,” she added when Tikki took a breath. “If I don't take my website down now, my name will be ruined, and I will never design professionally again.”

One short internet search later, and her heart broke as she changed the code to an out of service message. She would have to email the half a dozen clients that she had secured in the past month or so, and contact Jagged and Penny to let them know. It wasn't fair, she had worked so hard on making her website cute and fun. And now all of that hard work was ruined.

She sighed and opened up her group chat with Jagged and Penny, looking back at the good luck messages she had received from them about the website. It made her miss the early days of her commissions, when Jagged had asked her to make a pair of sunglasses and an album cover.

Nette: hey, just to let you know, I had to take the site down. someone said I stole their work and I got a bunch of hate

Auntie P: what?! who dares? I'm sorry Nette, that's awful

Uncle J: that's not rock n roll! is it that girl you told us about? Leela? Layla? 

Nette: probably, not that I can prove it

Marinette sighed, rubbing her eyes. She fired off the emails to her clients, hoping to get ahead for the night. She had finished her homework, but she still had an hour or two before she crashed for the night so she was hoping to get at least one of the designs finalised.

She got lost in the designing process, fresh pages becoming covered in sketches and annotations. She surfaced from her work after Tikki reminded her that she had school the next morning, so she readied herself for bed. When she checked her messages again before she went to sleep, she saw a new one flashing on the group chat.

Aunt P: if you need a hand rebranding, creating a new website, just let us know. we're proud of you for being so mature with this and we'll help you succeed

Nette: thanks both, I may take you up on that. I just need a couple of days to get over this setback and we'll sort it

It was after a fitful night's sleep that Marinette awoke, late as usual, and ran through her morning rituals. She shoved her hair into a bun, dragged on a semi-respectable outfit and grabbed a croissant on her way through the bakery. Now that she was in lycée, she had to travel further in the mornings. Fortunately, with the motorcycle she had finally passed the test to drive, she didn't need to rely on public transport to get there.

“Girl, are you okay?” Alya raced up to her as she pulled into the lycée car park, throwing her arms around Marinette. “Lila told us your website went down last night, right when she was about to submit a request! What happened?”

“Someone started a rumour that I stole my designs and it meant a bunch of people started trashing the site,” Marinette said, trying to keep her voice even. She couldn't help stressing the first word, as she knew who was likely behind it, but she regretted it when Alya sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose.

“Not again, Marinette! I know it's been hard for you since you and Adrien didn't work out, and now it looks like he and Lila are going to start dating, but you need to stop with the jealousy! I love you, girl, but you get so into your head about him.”

“Alya, I didn't even say anything!” Marinette protested, weariness settling back onto her like an old, heavy blanket. “Look, whatever, it's not important right now. We're going to be late to class if we don't hustle.”

“I know you, Mari, you always think it was Lila!” Alya sounded exasperated, and it wasn't like Marinette could refute it. They walked along the hallway to their lockers, nodding at their friends as they passed. “And I get it, really, you can't help how you feel, but like I've told you before, you have to look at things objectively to get to the truth!”

Marinette bit her tongue, not wanting to point out that Alya’s blind insistence that Lila would never do such a thing was just as subjective as her believing that she had. She deliberately changed the topic to something else, ignoring the disapproving look her best friend shot her.

When they entered their classroom, Marinette greeted her other friends, sliding easily into her seat. She had chosen to sit at the back of the class so that nobody could say she had to give up her seat to someone else, reducing the upset it caused when Lila started spinning tales. She was fortunate that Lila had been placed in a different class in the previous years, but in her last year of lycée, her luck had finally run out.

“Oh my gosh, Marinette, I heard about your website!” Came the liar's high pitched faux-concerned voice. It grated on her that she would have to play nice with Lila once again, as Lila got her jabs in at Marinette. “It's so scary that someone would start a rumour about your work ethic, with so little evidence! Adrien and I were talking about it last night, he's always saying how you're still such a good friend to him.”

“Yeah, well, actually there's no evidence of me stealing designs because it's one hundred percent untrue,” Marinette said blandly, staring Lila down. She ignored the distressed noises the other girl started to make and waved a hand. “It doesn't matter, I have a few commissions to get through, but then I should take a break from designing to focus on the BAC anyway…”

Everyone around her told her it was such a shame that she wouldn't be able to take on new commissions for a while and she nodded glumly. She had no intention of stopping designing, of course, but this would hopefully give her some breathing room whilst she got herself set up again - anonymously this time. 

Which sadly meant that Max was no longer an option for making a new website. As much as she loved her friends, they really didn't look too hard at Lila's fantastic stories, which meant they would blithely tell the witch when Marinette set up again. This way, she would make a name for herself separately, and claim the brand in a few years once it was fully legitimised.

The lessons that day felt like they dragged on forever, Marinette just wanting to go home and make some progress on her commissions. She had learned to keep her sketchbooks at home - she didn't want to lose her work to people like 14-year-old Chloe - so she focused on trying to get a headstart on her homework whenever she had a free minute.

“Marinette! We were just talking about our Christmas plans, girl, weren't you making a bunch of designs for the local nativity play?” Alya beckoned her over and Marinette hid the grimace that threatened to cross her face. “Wow, that's so cool! Did you volunteer or something?”

“Not really, they saw some of my work and offered me a reasonable price for their main costumes for the play,” Marinette answered, wary of where the conversation would go next. She had stopped doing freebies for her friends, which had upset them until she had explained that she wanted to go to university in America and needed to spend all of her time on paid commissions. 

“Oh, it's so nice for you that you're comfortable taking pay from such an underfunded space, Marinette!” Lila put in, sounding sweet as per usual, but with all of the underhandedness that Marinette was accustomed to. “I was just telling Rose that I'm planning on volunteering my time at a soup kitchen throughout the Christmas period. My friends, Damian and Tim, their family funds a few different charities both here and abroad. Do you think Adrien will be able to help out too?”

“You should probably check with his aunt,” she replied flatly, refusing to be baited into an argument about whether she should be doing the costumes for free. “I need to go and eat, excuse me.” She pushed away from the table, feeling drained again and resolutely ignoring the conversation that picked up about Lila's ‘friends’. Marinette was sure that whoever Lila was claiming to know this time had no clue who she was and she wasn't going to get stuck in that mess.

She toyed with her phone before deciding that she absolutely needed a new website and that Penny's friend was likely her best bet. So she crafted her message, begging Penny to put her in touch with her computer whiz before slogging through her homework and lunch.

_ _ _

Marinette sat nervously at her desk later that evening, waiting for the video call Penny had promised her. They had decided a three-way call was the best way to introduce them both, but as the other two were in America, it was later than Marinette would have liked for a video call.

Tikki was sitting quietly on her shoulder as she sketched anxiously. She knew that whoever Penny was introducing her to would be nice enough, but she was always unsure of meeting new people. She added a few details to her work, and jumped when the laptop began ringing. She hastily accepted the call, twisting in her chair and tapping her fingers.

“Hi, Nette,” came Penny's bright voice. “And hey Babs, thanks for coming on the call to help. Marinette, this is Barbara, an old student of sorts. I worked with her back when I was an aide at Gotham U, she was studying library science with a minor in computer sciences. Babs, this is Marinette, Jagged's personal designer. She's done a ton of his more recent album artwork and designed all of his stage outfits for the last 2 years. She's also our honorary niece.”

“It's a pleasure to meet you, Marinette!” The woman was leaning towards her screen, scrutinising the teenager. Marinette eyed her as well, seeing a whole mane of red hair and glasses above a broad smile. “Penny mentioned you needed some help with a website, though she didn't mention you were so accomplished already.”

“Ah, yes, I had some recent trouble with my own website and I don't have enough technical know-how to create something secure. I'm planning to go anonymous, to prevent the same thing happening again, but I have no idea where to start,” Marinette explained, twirling a lock of hair around her finger. 

“And how do you plan to get clients if you have no base to start from?” Babs was beginning to type furiously, a gleam in her eyes. “Don't get me wrong, I'm sure your work is wonderful, but if you don't have any endorsements, isn't it really hard to break onto the fashion scene?”

“Oh, well I thought I'd have Jagged do the introduction, if that's okay, Pen? Because I'm under 18, I didn't tell anyone except my maman that I was working with Jagged and she promised to keep it to herself. I figured that way I can sort commissions and won't have a problem with getting new clients.”

“Wicked idea, M!” Came Jagged's voice from off screen, making her giggle. “Babs, let us know when you have her site up and running and I'll rep it on my socials. Rock n roll, girls!”

So they worked out the logistics moving forward, Marinette trading contact info with Barbara and promising one evening a week to go over the website details. It was everything Marinette had hoped for when Penny had offered to connect her with a friend. When the call finally ended, it was closer to midnight in Paris and she was relieved that it was a weekend the following day.

“That went well, Marinette,” Tikki squeaked at her, floating around head height as the girl got herself ready for bed. Marinette agreed before collapsing into bed with a groan. It didn't take long for her to pass out, a slight smile on her face.

[princess-of-the-corner]

Miraculous Sonic

(Listen, I have had a DAY, so I’m going to relate a discussion I had with my 4-year-old Nephew about this, cause honestly, It’s pretty funny)

premise: What animals would the Miraculous Ladybug characters be, if they got dropped into the Sonic World?

First, my nephew had to make me understand that just because a character had a certain miraculous, it didn’t mean they were that animal in Sonic. Because Sonic is a Hedgehog, but he would ABSOLUTELY have either the Monkey or the Black Cat, you see. The reasoning is OBVIOUS, apparently, because he did not feel the need to explain.

(Again, keep in mind - my nephew is 4)

so

Marinette - a mouse. Nephew’s argument was that she reminded him of the mice in Disney’s Cinderella (animated). This is his favourite movie. 

Sabine & Tom - Sabine is also a mouse, but Tom is a rat, apparently. Because they are bigger, you see.

Adrien - this was very divided. He’s either a golden retriever, or a cat. Specifically, nephew’s best friend’s cat, Caramel (basically a blonde tabby, with gray-green eyes, and a few brown spots), only with “an actual tail” (Caramel’s tail had to be half-docked at some point). He also argued that, if he’s a cat, Adrien should be declawed, because Gabriel wouldn’t let him keep his claws (Jesus, kid). If he’s a dog, nephew said Gabriel would put him in a fancy prong-collar, or possibly a shock one (JESUS, KID).

Emilie & Gabriel - Emilie is a dog, a very fancy, sleek golden retriever/poodle mix. Gabe is apparently a Sphinx cat. I pointed out they wouldn’t be able to have a kid together. He argued that since Adrien is a Senti, this did not matter.

Amelie & Felix - Amelie is the same as Emilie, because they are twins, but Felix is apparently a grey cat.

Nathalie - a German Shepard. He refused to elaborate.

Alya - Alya is apparently an African Grey Parrot. Because she wants to be a reporter, so she “parrots” things she sees and hears (he didn’t know the exact pun, but that was the gist).

Nino - Gecko. Species unspecified, but he showed me a picture of a brown-striped gecko with tiny headphones, so I assume that’s where that came from.

Alix - “you know the snakes with legs? The speedy one! She’s that!” He refers to several lizards as “snakes with legs”, but based on context, I assume he means the basilisk lizard, which is very fast and can run on water. He occasionally calls it “Scaly Jesus”, cause that’s what his uncle calls them, to the disapproval of the grandparents, and the laughter of the rest of us.

Kim - Kim is a tiger, because they like swimming. But a smaller tiger.

Rose - He kept saying she was the “real bouncy hamster” I think he meant Chinchilla? This one was less clear, but I THINK Chinchilla was what he was talking about? It might also have been gerbil, but he doesn’t like gerbils, so I think Chinchilla is a safe bet.

Max - Raven, because ravens and crows are smart.

Juleka & Luka - wolves, or wolf-dogs. Cause they howl, “and that’s BASICALLY singing.”

Mylene - This one was a bird. Not sure, again, but I THINK he meant a bird of paradise? Love bird? “One of the small, rainbow ones. With ‘tenna.”

Ivan - a bear. He also felt no reason to explain this one.

Nathaniel - monkey. One with a “Looooooooooooong tail” apparently. He once saw a small monkey with orange fur, and he loves that one in particular.

Marc - a raccoon. Because they have thumbs (???).

Chloé - a hummingbird. Specifically, the bumblebee hummingbird, because they are his favourite. (“It would fit in my mouth! But I don’t one in my mouth! But it could fit!”)

Sabrina - otter, because that’s his Auntie Sabrina’s favourite animal, so that means ML!Sabrina is an otter.

Lila - ferret/weasel, they are interchangeable to him. 

Anarka - also a wolf. He spent a while drawing what I’m fairly certain was a wolf with a pirate’s hat.

Jagged Stone - is a crocodile, because he has Fang. I asked what that would make Fang, in this universe. Fang is apparently, to quote, “the safety guy. And they have kisses”, so Sonic version of Fang is apparently Jagged’s bodyguard/boyfriend?

André - a very big toad. Nephew said all his political rivals would be flies (o…k?).

Audrey - praying mantis, cause they scare him.

Fu - a tortoise, cause he’s been alive FOREVER.

-

These are absolutely perfect and I love them.

[undercover-ballerina]

Hermione Granger and the Dramione Shippers - Chapter 12 - The Actual Epilogue 2019

Hermione stepped through the floo at 12 Grimmauld place and found herself in the midst of what seemed like a hurricane. Two trunks were piled in a corner, two identical owls hooted in their cages. Shouts came from somewhere on the upper floor. Hermione stepped away from the fireplace as the green flames spat out another trunk that she proceeded to levitate next to the other two. The flames lit up again and her daughter came out holding her black cat familiar, soon followed by her husband who was holding the carrier.

“Alya, put Pugsley in the carrier, please. Draco, get out of the way from the floo, I’m sure Ron will be coming through soon enough.”

Alya Granger-Malfoy, a wisp of an 11-year-old girl who had inherited her mother’s wit and her father’s smirk, nuzzled against her familiar’s soft, black fur before placing him in the carrier that her father was holding for her. Then, platinum curls bouncing, she ran upstairs to meet her cousins. Well, they weren’t cousins, really, but they might as well be since they had grown up together.

“Hello Auntie Ginny!” she shouted, already halfway up the stairs.

“Hi Alya, tell my kids to hurry up, will you? Godric knows I’ve yelled enough for today!” She entered the kitchen. “Hi Hermione! Hey there, ferret! Ready to be finally rid of your kid?”

“Hi Ginny! We won’t really be getting rid of her, though. We will be teaching her classes!” Said Hermione, quickly hugging her friend.

“Hey Weaslette! I can’t believe my precious little Wednesday is leaving the nest! I’m not sure how I’ll survive without our goodnight snuggles. I hope she’s sorted in Slytherin, I’ll just have to go read her a story in her dorm.” Draco said mournfully.

“Draco Lucius Malfoy! You will do no such thing!” Glared Hermione. “She will enjoy her years in Hogwarts like any other student and you will not smother her, or else! And, anyway, she will be a Gryffindor.”

The floo came alive and Ron came through, soon followed by Remus, his 14-year-old son who looked exactly like him at that age, two trunks and then Hyacinth, his 11-year-old daughter, and Hannah Weasley, née Abbott, his wife. Hyacinth was tall for her age and had Weasley hair but her features were softer and she looked very much like her mother, with dreamy brown eyes.

[ao3feed-fitzsimmons]

Right Where We Are

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/CWMBcmD

by momentofchaos

A continuation of what happened when the Zephyr headed back to Earth after grabbing Daisy from space

Words: 5941, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (TV)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Characters: Skye | Daisy Johnson, Daniel Sousa, Phil Coulson, Alphonso "Mack" Mackenzie, Elena "Yo-Yo" Rodriguez, Jemma Simmons, Leo Fitz, Alya (Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.), Melinda May, Agent Piper (Marvel), Flint (Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.), Kora (Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.)

Relationships: Skye | Daisy Johnson/Daniel Sousa, Leo Fitz/Jemma Simmons, Alphonso "Mack" Mackenzie/Elena "Yo-Yo" Rodriguez, Leo Fitz & Jemma Simmons & Skye | Daisy Johnson, Phil Coulson & Skye | Daisy Johnson

Additional Tags: Post Finale, literally post finale, Pre One Year Later, Fluff, Family Fluff, its just fluff, this has been in my brain for a month and is a jumbled mess, But I miss them, auntie daisy is the fun aunt, but coulson supplies all the sugar

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/CWMBcmD

[ao3feed-ladynoir]

Baby Talk

Baby Talk by Nedjemet

The joys of parenting starring Emma, Marinette, and Adrien Dupain-Cheng. Guest stars: Auntie Alya, Uncle Nino, and whole swarm of Kwamis.

Functionally a stand alone, technically set in the same AU as the main fic.

Words: 3703, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 3 of The Power of Love + Optional Side Content

Fandoms: Miraculous Ladybug

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir, Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Emma Agreste, Nino Lahiffe, Alya Césaire, Kwami(s)

Relationships: Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir/Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug

Additional Tags: Domestic Fluff, Parenthood, Found Family, Dadrien, Mostly an excuse for Adrien to have cute moments with his daughter

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45366010

[artzychic27]

George Lopez quotes?

Nino: Adrien, why are you carrying your backpack like that?

Adrien: … Because father said to take better care of my stuff.

Nino: … What’s in the backpack?

Adrien: Just books. *Alix throws an orange at his arm, making him drop his bag* Oh way to go! You just spilled a cup of my pee!

Marinette: What?

Alya: For years it was in his bed, now it’s in his backpack!

Adrien: *Opens his backpack* There’s wizz all over my book report.

Marinette: Adrien, why is there urine in your backpack?

Adrien: … Somebody paid me for it.

Nathaniel: Who would do that?… Wait, there are a lot of drug tests happening this week, so I’m gonna say something to you that I haven’t said in years… Is my auntie buying your pee?

—

Gabriel: From now on, we're home schooling you! Whatever we don't know, you don't know. When did the Korean War start? I don't know, and neither do you!

—

Jean: Come on, it's an hour. He's got money. He’s got no friends. Austin A’s probably walking around the mall crying.

—

Alix: I don't wanna be the bigger person! I wanna be small and mean... like a scorpion. I'll be like that *Imitates a scorpion waving its pincers* Then I get you all distracted by my pincers. Oh, but you forgot about my tail. WHAPAH! *Bends forward*

Alya: ...when you sting her, your tail's gonna fall off and you'll die.

Alix: That's bees. You don't know nothin'. I win.

—

Tom: Only I know the secret password.

Marinette: Is it "Whapah?"

Tom: … Not anymore.

—

Juleka: If you wanted people to think you had a girlfriend, wouldn't you want to take her out and show her off?

Adrien: Hey, I don't know how gay men think!

—

Juleka: *After she find women's clothing, perfume, and earrings in Luka’s backpack* I should have seen this coming when he started listening to the Kinky Boots soundtrack!

—

Marinette: *to everyone at the party* Alright, who here has a hot single brother? *Everyone raises their hands* I said hot! *all but one puts their hands down*

—

Alya: I signed it the NWA.

Nino: … Ice Cube and Dr. Dre's old group?! You're sending that to a racist?

Alya: Not that NWA, the Neighborhood Watch Association!

—

Ismael: How can you trust the Austins after all they’ve done to us?

Jean: Because I try to find the good in people.

Ismael: That's a really annoying habit.

—

Nino: *With the Agrestes family* … Your white customs are strange to the people of my valley.

—

Ivan: This school can't afford special ed. but they can sure afford urinals that flush themselves.

Myléne: Why are you so out of breath?

Ivan: I got them all going at once! It sounded like a waterfall... then the sound of the water made me had to go again.

—

Marc: *On the phone* Nath, how would you like it if I showed up at your place wearing fishnet stockings? And I know I got the calves to wear heels!

Kiran: *To his friends* You know what, I made a mistake, this isn't my house at all!

—

Marinette: I just need to think of a way for him to kill his appetite. Chloé, do you have any pictures of yourself?

[luxmaeastra]

"Mama!"

"I didn't see myself with five children within 7 years either Ayla. But -"

Poppy smiled at Sebastian kissing his nose and held out a scrap of paper.

"Go see if Papa can solve this one hmm?"

She turned back to Ayla sipping at her wine.

"But it's rewarding. To give them the life I didn't have."

The love she didn't have, the joy she didn't have.

She looked to Sarai and Silba, moving to sit with them.

"What are you two doing? Do you like Aunt Ayla's gift?"

“I can see that, you should see how your eyes shine with affection when you’re interacting with them.” Alya responded with a smile, watching the girls with their activities.

Honestly she was surprised with the family Poppy had made for herself, how far she was from the battle and gore they had once known.

Sarai looked up to her mama, smiling as she held out the paper she was drawing in.

“We’re drawing mama, we wanted to give something to Aunty Alya has a thank you.” She beamed.

Silba nodded. “We love her gift mama!”

[misty79]

👻Miraculous Flufftober🎃

Day 25: Nook

There’s a knock on the door, “I’ve got it!” Marinette rushes to the door, Alya Nino and their daughter Reine are on the other side. “Auntie Mari!” Marinette bends down and the little girl leaps into her arms, hanging on like a kola. “Come in, we were just cleaning up breakfast.” Alya and Nino tiredly stumble inside almost tripping on one of Hugo’s toys, “gah!” Marinette puts Renie down and picks up the stuffed animal, putting it into a little basket beside the couch, “Are you okay?” Alya rubs her eyes, “I’m alright I had a long night of writing.” Nino yawns, “and Reine didn’t want to go to bed until Alya read her her bedtime story.” Marinette looks around, “you two relax, We’ll watch the kids.” Alya gives her a concerned look, “are you sure you can handle all four of them?” Marinette smiles, “Of course, and we have the Kwamis to help. Go sit down, we’ll be fine.” Alya dosent try to fight her and the two lay down. All snug in the fireplace nook, they drifted off into a well earned sleep.

@flufftober

[ao3feed-danielsousa]

Right Where We Are

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/o1cIkjO

by momentofchaos

A continuation of what happened when the Zephyr headed back to Earth after grabbing Daisy from space

Words: 5941, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (TV)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Characters: Skye | Daisy Johnson, Daniel Sousa, Phil Coulson, Alphonso "Mack" Mackenzie, Elena "Yo-Yo" Rodriguez, Jemma Simmons, Leo Fitz, Alya (Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.), Melinda May, Agent Piper (Marvel), Flint (Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.), Kora (Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.)

Relationships: Skye | Daisy Johnson/Daniel Sousa, Leo Fitz/Jemma Simmons, Alphonso "Mack" Mackenzie/Elena "Yo-Yo" Rodriguez, Leo Fitz & Jemma Simmons & Skye | Daisy Johnson, Phil Coulson & Skye | Daisy Johnson

Additional Tags: Post Finale, literally post finale, Pre One Year Later, Fluff, Family Fluff, its just fluff, this has been in my brain for a month and is a jumbled mess, But I miss them, auntie daisy is the fun aunt, but coulson supplies all the sugar

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/o1cIkjO

[crizztelcb]

ooohhh beauty and the beetle au and ''Can i keep it please'' for the wip game please!

Thanks for the ask.

Beauty and the beetle au

well the beauty and the beetle au has become quite complex and started going further and further away from beauty and the beast in lots of parts if not almost all of it.

There's a forest known for its strange creatures how devour humans, If someone is a stubborn to a person or the city they get put to dissappear on the forest and thats what is happening to adrien, he refused a marrying proposal that his father had planned for him being the last straw for his family, he is send there to never come back but with the help of a candle named alya he explores inside the forest to find a way out.

I'm more creating art of this au than actually writing it but slowly I'm doing it.

Can i keep it please?

For can i keep it please I already have it posted on my ao3 but is only one chapter for what I can remember, Is djwifi fic by the way, I really wanted to work with both of them.

Luis can't understand why his parents don't stay with him more, he loves his auntie alya and uncle nino but he still want to be close to his parents too like his siblings are, but because of the new peacock villain his parents always disappear when it starts to attack, letting Luis at alya and nino again. Luis go to the backward were he finds a dinosaur like sentimonster how he befriends and brings inside asking if he can keep it, alya and nino tried to tell ladybug about the senti but ends up also befriending the small creature promising Luis to help him hide baguette (the senti name) from the heroes, villain and even his family (both alya and nino know the identities of ladybug and chat)

[momentofch-aos]

Trick-or-Treat! I have come knocking on your Tumblr door asking for a treat. You can answer with a meme, a bit of art/fic, a fic recommendation, pictures of candy, or something else! Then go to your mutual’s Tumblr door and ask them for a treat! Happy Halloween! 🎃👻 (don’t answer until October 31)

My apologies this is a day late and I have no idea if it makes sense for this. Just a little Drabble I’ve been thinking about. (“200 words” I said. Yeah right.)

On a rare night off, Daisy was grateful that their apartment building didn’t have many trick or treaters. Not that she hated the kids that lived in their building, in fact there was a little 2-year-old girl who was obsessed with Daniel that she had a particular soft spot for. But they were out of town this week.

The past month has been tiring so when she came home to find Daniel having fallen asleep reading on the couch, it was very easy to shuck off her jacket and boots and curl up next to him.

In typical Sousa fashion, he woke up as she settled besides him, opening the blanket for her to crawl under, his arm wrapping tightly around her waist as she curled into him. He dropped a light kiss to her lips.

“How was your debrief?” He murmured as she rested her head on his shoulder.

“Good. Mack wanted to get home to Faith and Flint. Ended it a little early. Faith is dressing up as Rey from Star Wars.” Daisy replied softly.

“From the sequels right?” Daniel asked rubbing his eyes.

“Yup. I told him I wanted to see photos.” As if on queue Daisy’s phone buzzed from where she dumped it on the coffee table. “I’ll get it in a minute.”

“I ordered dinner. It’ll be at 7. Mexican? You mentioned tacos last night.”

“Hmmmm.” Daisy agreed “Nap first.”

She felt Daniel chuckled underneath her as he pulled her closer. The feel of his sweater under her hand and his slow steady breaths pulled her into an easy sleep.

An hour later, they somewhat startled as the doorbell rang. Daisy had rolled off the sofa, as she was pulled from sleep, Daniel’s hand still gripping hers.

“Must be the food.” Daniel said smiling at his girlfriend who was still trying to work out how she was on the floor.

“Yeah I’m on it.” Half asleep still, she shlepped her way to the front door, looking through the peephole.

On first glance, there was no one there so, Daisy assumed the food had been left on the doormat. But when she opened the door, she caught sight of the tiny human she missed the most.

Alya Fitzsimmons bounced excitedly on the door mat, before flinging herself around Daisy’s legs.

“Auntie Daisy!”

“Alya?” Her sleep fogged brain seems to lift as she squatted to properly hug her tiny niece, swinging her into her arms as she stood up. “What are you doing here?”

From around the corner, Jemma and Fitz appeared and Daisy immediately wrapped her arms around Jemma, Alya squashed between them.

“We thought a visit was in order.” Jemma whispered as she hugged her tight.

“And I thought it would be a nice pick-me-up after your missions and meetings.” Daniel said from behind them, shaking hands with Fitz.

“Uncle Daniel!” Alya practically leapt from Daisy’s arms towards Daniel who scooped her up.

“Hey kiddo.”

“Cannot believe you all kept this from me.” Daisy looked around the group of some of her favourite people. “You too Fitzy.” She hugged him tight before leading them all into the apartment

“We were definitely due a visit. But I don’t think you’ve properly noticed who Alya wanted to dress up as this year. Hey Al, you wanna show Auntie Daisy?” Placed back on the ground, Alya stood proudly in the middle of the kitchen, hands on her hips.

For the first time Daisy and Daniel took into consideration what the young girl was wearing. A tiny Quake suit, complete with purple accents and tiny fabric gauntlets.

“I’m you!” She shouted, holding her hand out and mimicking Daisy.

Daniel was chuckling as Daisy dropped to her knees with her hands over her mouth. Her heart warmed as the smallest Fitzsimmons moved like she was quaking different objects around the room.

“You really are! Look at you. It’s such a good suit.”

“Yup Daddy made it, just like he made yours!” She was bouncing again now between Fitz and Daisy.

“Her daddy has been working on it for weeks. He had to get it just right.” Jemma said, rolling her eyes at her husband.

“Hey it had to be accurate. Otherwise what’s the point?” Fitz smiled down at his daughter. “Oh I picked the food up off the driver by the way” He lifted the paper bag off the top of her suitcase.

“Thanks Fitz, I’ve made up the guest room for you all, if we want to pop your bags in before we eat?” Daniel said, taking the bag Jemma had dragged in off her and leading the way as Fitz followed him.

For the second time, Daisy looked around at her people and wondered just how planned this had been. Grateful that she had people who knew exactly what she needed. Jemma leaned into her shoulder as Alya chatted excitedly about her new suit and how she wore it on the Quinjet.

And when Daisy suggested she pick up her suit from base in the morning so they could take some photos together the following day, the excited energy in the apartment only doubled.

She was still tired, but with every moment in the company of some of her favourite people, Daisy felt like she wouldn’t need to sleep for at least a few more hours.

[thenovelartist]

Second Chances, Chapter 17

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Marinette’s fingers and toes were crossed that this was going to end well. She and Adrien had gotten Emma hyped about his absence, promising movies and girl-time and sleepovers. And Emma was excited.

Just how far that excitement would go was the question. She and Adrien hoped it would go a very, very long way, but they had their doubts.

So far, day one was a success. She and Emma had spent the day just as normal. They watched a movie in their pajamas with popcorn and Emma fell asleep in front of the television.

Marinette had texted Adrien such, and he texted back a big thumbs up.

Day two started out fine. They made pancakes and played superheroes and colored and then it was suddenly six-thirty and Marinette was calling Adrien on skype for her and Emma to talk to.

“Are you and Marinette having a good time?” Adrien asked Emma.

And she happily launched into everything that they did that day.

“I’m glad to hear it,” Adrien excitedly replied. “That sounds like a lot of fun.”

Emma nodded. “Mm-hmm.”

“Emma,” Marinette said. “Why don’t you go grab the pictures we colored to show your dad?”

“Okay!” And just like that, she vanished from the room.

Marinette leaned conspiratorially closer to the computer screen. “Day two was a success.”

“I’m so happy,” Adrien said. “At least one thing’s going right today. Two down, three more to go. Fingers crossed it goes smoothly.”

Marinette crossed her fingers just as Emma came running back into the room. “Look, daddy.”

After she showed off her pictures, Adrien praising them all the way, it was time for him to go, so they said their goodnights and good byes. “Have fun with Marinette on your adventure.”

“I am.”

This was good. They were doing good. Bath time went smoothly, and then they built a fort in Emma’s room before they read a story. By eight-fifteen, Emma was in bed snuggling Tikki while Plagg was at her back. Marinette slipped out the door, then took a quick shower before slipping into the guest bed. After turning her phone on silent—she didn’t want to risk any dings or noises waking Emma—she sent off a text to Adrien. Day two, success.

She put the phone on the nightstand, then shut off the lamp, tossing the room into darkness. Until her phone screen lit it up with a call.

Adrien.

“Hey,” she said quietly.

“Hi. I just wanted to see how she was doing.”

“Like I said, the day went really well. No signs of her being stressed out without you, yet.”

“Good,” he said, relieved. “That’s really, really good. Best news of the day.”

“How are you holding on?”

“My father was right to send me. The company I audited did lax on a few policies, which my father suspected they would if he sent me in his stead. But that only means more work for… I’d like for you to guess who.”

“You.”

“And we have a winner.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It happens,” he sighed. “Unfortunately.”

“Still, that’s rough. I know how much you already have on your plate.”

“You wouldn’t happen to know anyone who would make a really good assistant, would you?”

“You considering hiring one?”

“Big time.”

She paused. “Not that I can think of off the top of my head.”

“Worth a shot.”

Marinette grinned. “I hope for your sake everything else goes smoothly.”

“Yeah. So do I. I think my toes are crossed at this point because all my fingers are crossed for Emma.”

She chuckled. “Here’s wishing you all my ladybug luck.”

“This black cat will take all he can get,” he fondly said. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome. Anything else going on?”

“I’d much rather hear from you.”

“Nothing more than what Emma told you about.”

“What do you have planned for tomorrow?”

“Surprises.”

“Oh?”

“Emma will tell you all about them.”

“Fair enough,” he relented. “Then I guess I’ll let you go. Get some sleep.”

“You, too. I know those hotel mattresses cannot be as comfortable as the one in your guest room.”

“Or my own,” he sighed. “But it will have to do. Sleep well, Marinette.”

“Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

…

The next morning was spent going to her parents’ house for pastries. Emma had quickly grown attached to them during the holiday party, and now she had no fear running up to Marinette’s Papa and tackling his leg in a hug, fully expecting a bear hug in return. She squealed in delight as he picked her up and gave her a squeeze.

“He’s not going to give her back,”’ Maman warned, coming up to Marinette’s side.

Marinette shrugged. “Adrien said it was okay.”

Her maman giggled. “Where’s he at again?”

“Parading across the continent, looking at the design houses to make sure they’re up to Agreste standard.”

“Ahh.”

“He didn’t want to do it, but that’s his job.”

“Understandable. At least he left his daughter in good hands.”

“I try.”

“You do,” her maman assured, watching Emma make expressive hand motions as she told a story to Papa. “I know you do, otherwise I don’t think that girl would be remotely as happy as she is.”

Marinette’s heartstrings tugged. “She’s so precious. I adore her.”

Her maman patted her arm tenderly.

“I’m hungry,” Emma said, grabbing Marinette’s attention.

“Well,” her maman said. “We do live in a bakery. What do you want?”

With that, Marinette pulled breakfast for both her and Emma, then she took it upstairs to the kitchen table. After breakfast was completed, Marinette asked Emma if she wanted to go exploring. Marinette already knew the answer, but she had to make it seem exciting.

So Marinette took Emma up to her room, showing off the pink color on the wall.

“It’s just like mine!” Emma exclaimed.  

“I told you so.”

The duo spent the entire day up there, exploring, going through Marinette’s things, and finding Marinette’s old sketch books.

Old enough to have Adrien’s teenaged modeling pictures.

Marinette inwardly cringed. Emma recognized her dad immediately, so there was no escaping it. Thankfully, they were able to move on quickly afterwards.

They ate dinner with Marinette’s parents, which Emma was happy about. Emma and Tom talked back and forth the entire time, Sabine chiming in here and there. Marinette was happy to stay in the background and simply watch the exchange.

Once dinner was over, Marinette helped clean up the dishes until an alert in her pocket reminded her that she and Emma were expecting a call.

“We can finish up,” her maman assured. “Go answer.”

“Thanks, maman.” Marinette turned to look at Emma. “Your dad is calling. Ready to tell him about our day?”

“Yeah!”

Marinette led Emma back up to her room, pulled her into her lap, and answered the video call.

“Hi, daddy!”

“Hey, where are you guys?” Adrien asked.

“We’re exploring my house,” Marinette answered.

Emma nodded.

“Yeah?” Adrien asked, clearly intrigued. “Is it cool?”

Emma launched into her story of everything they did that day.

“And Marinette has pictures of you from when you were little.”

There was a pause on the other end where Adrien was staring at the computer screen with bewilderment while Marinette turned what she fully believed to be the deepest shade of red she’d turned in a long time.

“Really?”

Emma nodded then turned to Marinette. “I want to show him.”

Marinette forced a smile and allowed Emma to grab the picture from her old sketchbook. “See?” Emma said, holding the picture up to the computer. “It’s you.”

Adrien stared for a while before breaking into a smile. “Yup. That was my old job. I used to dress up for pictures.”

As the conversation progressed, Marinette gradually returned to her normal color just in time to bid Adrien good-bye and get back home.

“Are you coming home now, daddy?”

And in a snap, Marinette’s heart sank through the floor.

Adrien’s undoubtably did, too. “I’m going to be on an adventure a couple more days, sweetheart.”

Emma’s expression fell.

“But I’ll be home soon,” he assured. “And Marinette is there, right?”

Emma nodded.

“So you two are going to have more fun together before I come back. Okay?”

She frowned. “Okay,” she said, her voice soft with disappointment.

“I love you.”

“I love you.”

“Best daughter in the whole wide world.”

“Best daddy in the whole wide world.”

“I’ll be home soon, okay.”

“Okay.”

“I promise. But for now, I’m going to say good night and I’ll talk to you tomorrow, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Good night, Emma.”

“Good night, daddy.”

With that, Marinette clicked out of the computer. “Ready to go home? We’ll set up a pillow fort and read a story?”

Emma simply nodded.

She wasn’t quite as enthusiastic as normal, but the fort still got built and Emma seemed happy about being in the fort. When she crawled in Marinette’s lap, she snuggled closer than normal, her head half buried in Marinette’s shirt.

Two chapters in, and Emma was yawning. Thankfully, she put up no fuss when Marinette put her to bed.

“Night night, Emma.”

“Night night, mommy.”

Marinette’s heart froze for a second before it ramped back up to superspeed. Her mind ran a million miles an hour, trying to process that her favorite little girl in the world just called her ‘mommy’.

And she loved it.

She bent down, pressed a kiss to Emma’s temple, and whispered, “sleep well, sweetheart,” before slipping from the room.

She took her time in the hot shower, thinking over Emma’s words and trying to process them as well as face the guilt that came over not being able to regret just how pleased it made her.

Marinette got out of the shower, drying off before tossing on her pajamas and checking her phone. One message from Adrien. She gave him a call.

“Hey.”

“Emma called me ‘mommy’.”

The silence between them was a surprised one.

“What?” Adrien asked, his unsteady voice proving it was about the only thing he could say.

“Emma called me mommy, tonight,” Marinette repeated.

Another silence. One where neither knew what to say.

“What should we do about it?” Marinette asked. “I… I don’t want her to get used to her calling me that.”

“I’m okay with it.”

Another silence.

“But… I’m not her mom.”

“Nathalie wasn’t her grandmother.”

“That’s different.”

“How?”

“I’m not family.”

“You could be.”

Marinette’s heart skipped a beat.

Adrien cleared his throat. “Like Alya.”

She worked her jaw, hoping words would come out at some point. “But… Auntie Alya is different than being her mom, Adrien.”

There was a tense sigh from over the phone. “Well,” he said. “I… I guess I’ll let you decide what you’re comfortable with Emma calling you.”

Mommy. Marinette thought. She can call me mommy. “We’ll see if she’s back to ‘Marinette’ in the morning. She was tired so… I’ll cross that bridge if and when I get to it.”

“Okay,” Adrien agreed on a sigh. “That’s… a good idea.”

Another pause.

“So,” Adrien said. “I… um, just wanted to give you a call to check in on how Emma was doing after we got off the skype call.”

Marinette took a breath to refocus herself. “She’s just missing you,” she answered. “At this rate, I’m worried that the next two days are just going to be a bundle of fun.”

“Um…” there was a pause. “Call Alya. Maybe try to pump Emma up that way.”

“Worth a shot,” Marinette said. “I’ll do that tomorrow. Maybe I should have waited for the bakery trip until later.”

“Oh well, nothing you can do about that now. Maybe try taking her to the zoo? She’ll enjoy that.”

“Worth a shot. Anything to keep her mind off you.”

“Sorry for making your job so difficult.”

“You can’t help it,” Marinette assured. “You have a job to do.”

“Guess you’re right.”

“How’s things going, by the way?” she asked. “Was today better than yesterday?”

“Much,” Adrien said. “Thankfully. And I found out something interesting.”

“Really? What is it?”

“That my nanny apparently has my modeling photos when I was a teen.”

Marinette’s gut sank to the floor while her face flamed. She could hear that smile on his face, and she knew he wasn’t going to let her get away with it. “I can explain,” she rambled off.

“Please do.”

“You know I like fashion,” she said scrambling to get her story together. “And your dad was a big inspiration to me. So the totographs were because I loved you-R father’s fashion!”

“Hmm? Really?”

“Yup!”

“So… that’s why you have a picture of just my face?”

Oh, she could hear the smugness in his tone, and her heart was running faster than a racehorse, pumping heat from the pit of her stomach to her face. She was sure she was red as a ladybug. “GottaGoBye!”

She hung up on him, tossing the phone onto the dresser and faceplanting onto the pillow. She let loose a groan as ‘almost admitting to her boss that she had a crush on him’ found it’s way to the top of her ‘most embarrassing moments of her life’ list.

…

Alya was a huge help in perking up Emma. Big time. They spent the day together, went out to lunch, and just hung out like girls do. Sadly, Alya had to leave at three, meaning Marinette and Emma were left to their own devices. So they went to the park and played a bit before heading home for dinner.

And when Adrien called, Marinette realized with a large grin that they only had one more day to go.

The conversation started out really well…until it ended in tears. Marinette held Emma tight, soothing her while she cried about how much she wanted her daddy.

“One more day, Emma,” Adrien said over the computer. “I only have one more day, and then I get to come home to you.”

Of course, it didn’t help. So Marinette suggested an early bedtime. She got Emma bathed and in her pajamas before settling her down for the night.

Once she shut the door to Emma’s room, Marinette let go a heavy sigh. How was she going to get through one more day?

She hoped spending a decent amount of time in the magical portal known as the shower would bring some ideas to mind. Sadly, no such luck. After she finished, she stepped out of the bathroom into the hallway.

Only to see Emma sitting cross-legged in front of Adrien’s bedroom door, Plagg in her hands as she cried for her dad.

With her heart officially in shambles, Marinette went up to Emma, sitting beside her. “Emma, let’s go to bed.”

“Daddy,” she cried, tears running down her face. “I w-w-want d-daddy.”

Marinette pulled the girl into her lap. “Daddy will be home soon. Don’t worry.”

But Emma just cried into Marinette’s shoulder, her squealy sobs wracking through her little body.

Marinette stared up at Adrien’s door. Well, desperate times called for desperate measures. “Come on, Emma. Let’s go to bed.”

It took a moment for Emma to calm enough so that Marinette could lead her into Adrien’s room. It felt slightly invasive, but he’d surely understand.

Emma leapt onto his bed, crawling around before settling into a ball on one of his pillows and crying into the back of Plagg’s head.

Marinette took the other side, crawling under the covers and pulling them up around Emma.  She sided up next to her, snuggling the crying girl against her and rubbing her back soothingly until the tears subsided and she finally fell asleep.

…

He’d begged Nathalie for a red-eye flight. It was only half a day, but he’d be home and there for Emma to wake up to. He couldn’t stand the way her tears shook him last night. Thankfully, Nathalie pulled through.

Hence why he was getting on a very late fight that was projected to get him home just after midnight.

“A-choo!”

“Bless you,” Adrien said to the man sitting beside him.

“Thanks,” he said, digging into his bag for a tissue.

Adrien was anxious to be home. To get off this flight surrounded by people, take a hot shower, and crash in his own bed, only to be there for Emma when she woke. That was his plan.

He did catch a few minutes of shut eye on the plane, though it was difficult when Mr. Sick beside him was snoring like a chainsaw. Soon enough, Adrien was back in France. Then he was back in Paris. Then, finally, just after midnight, he was back home.

Oh, he was so happy.

He dropped his bags on the floor, a signal to Marinette and Emma for when they woke, then started up the stairs. However, before he did anything, he went to peek in on Emma.

Only to find her bed empty.

His brow furrowed. He walked over to the guest room. The door was open, and while he hated peeking in on Marinette, he wanted to know where his daughter was.

Except that bed was empty, too.

Now he was worried. Had they stayed somewhere else? No, Marinette would have texted him. Right?

He got to his door, opening it, and immediately freezing upon the sight. Emma was curled into a ball under the covers, Marinette’s arm over her protectively, holding Emma close to her chest. She shifted, holding Emma tighter, and that’s when Adrien realized he should shut the door, keep out the light, and let them sleep.

Well, so much for his shower and his own bed.

He peeked in the other bathroom, finding Marinette’s things on the counter as well as in the shower, but Emma’s bar of soap and shampoo were in there, too. It would do, and he desperately wanted to rinse off the airplane. So, grabbing his pajamas from his bag, he showered off, already feeling better, before collapsing on the bed in the guest room and promptly falling asleep.

…

Marinette woke before Emma, which was shocking. She slipped out of bed and quietly shut the door behind her, allowing Emma to sleep. She was probably still tired from her crying fit again last night. They’d managed to make it though the day with minimal tears, only to break down when they got home.

At least Adrien was coming home today.

She made it halfway down the stairs before she paused. Because that looked an awful lot like luggage in the hallway. She looked back upstairs, only to notice that her bedroom door was shut.

And that’s when she realized Adrien was home.

She grinned. He was home.

When he got in last night, she didn’t know. Nor did she care. All she cared about was that he was home and Emma would be happy to see him again. Since she didn’t want to start breakfast, yet, she decided that she could get her sketchbook…

Which was in the guest room. Where Adrien was.

Along with her clothes.

And basically, sleeping in her bed.

She tried not to dwell on that.

Instead, she pulled a couple pieces of blank paper and a pencil from Emma’s room, then started the coffee she really needed.

After downing cup number one and filling out a couple really terrible pages, she heard a door open. She was sure it was Emma, so she rounded the corner with a grin, ready to greet her good morning.

Only to see Adrien at the top of the stairs.

Her smile only grew. “Good morning.”

His bedhead was one of the greatest things she’d ever seen: wild and fluffy. Oh, so fluffy. She really wanted to run her hands through it.

… She needed more coffee.

“Hi,” he greeted with a yawn. “Forgot to turn off my alarm.”

She chuckled. “What time did you get in last night?”

“Morning,” he said, descending the stairs. “Early, morning.”

“Oh.”

He nodded. “But I’m here and that’s all I really care about.”

“I’m glad you’re home,” she said. Then realized how that sounded and quickly tacked on, “For Emma’s sake.”

Was it her, or did he look disappointed. No, he was just tired. He had to be tired. And so did she.

She needed more coffee.

“Coffee?” she offered.

“Yeah, that sounds great.”

She shooed him to sit down at the table before pouring a mug of coffee for him.

“Cream or sugar?”

“No, just black.”

She quirked a brow as she handed off a mug. “How do you drink that stuff?”

He took it with a thankful grin. “It’s most potent when not dressed up.”

She shrugged then proceeded to pour cream and sugar in hers.

“So…” he started. “Any particular reason that, um… You were in my bed last night?”

The spoon clattered against the counter as heat flooded her cheeks. “Um…” she struggled, not daring to look him in the eye lest she remember that, yes, she was sleeping in his bed and she enjoyed it because the sheets were warm and soft and smelled like him. “Emma… she, uh, that second to last night, she just… it was rough.”

“Really?”

At the tightness in his voice, she turned to see he was wearing a grimace. “Yeah, she… she was outside your door crying for you, so I hoped that maybe it would calm her if, you know, we slept in your bed. And it did, thankfully.”

He nodded. “Good. I mean, not good but… good she got sleep.”

“I was willing to do anything at that point.”

An awkward silence slipped between them.

“So how did everything go?” she asked. “With the fashion houses, that is.”

“Fine,” he answered. “Long. Not fun.”

“Anything other than the one troublesome house?”

“No, thankfully.”

“Did you get any time for sightseeing?”

He shook his head. “I was either walking through our fashion houses or doing piles upon piles of paperwork.”

She frowned as she took a seat beside him. “I’m sorry.”

He shrugged. “What are you gonna do? That’s just part of the new year.”

“Still,” she said, reaching out to place a hand on his forearm. “I’m sorry. I had hoped that things would go smoothly for you or you might even get a chance to relax a bit. I know how busy you’ve been lately. Would have been nice for you to have a few moments to yourself.”

“I would much rather have just gotten as much done as I can so I can spend time with my daughter.”

“It would have been okay to have a bit of time to yourself. You were out of the country. You could have enjoyed a little sightseeing.”

“Well, that’s a little hard when I was far too worried about the sight of Emma crying.”

She squeezed his arm. “Yeah. It was rough and long for her.”

“Hence why I wanted to get stuff done,” he said, taking another sip of coffee. “Because I know she would like to have her dad back.”

Marinette stared at him for a while, just long enough for him to notice and stare back at her. “You’re a good dad. Emma’s very lucky.” She patted his arm. “But don’t worry about taking care of yourself a little bit, either. Don’t work yourself into the ground in the process.”

He held her gaze a while before reaching over to place a hand on top of hers. It made her realize that she had her hand on his arm, a very intimate gesture. She should remove her hand; his hand was only a light presence, allowing her to do such an action. But she didn’t want to.

The pitter-patter of little feet descending the staircase called their attention.

Marinette retracted her hand quickly just as Emma came into view. Marinette grinned at the sight of Emma in her pajamas, Tikki in her grasp. “Look who’s home.”

Adrien stood from his seat, and Emma lit up like the morning sky. “DADDY!”

Tikki was immediately forgotten as she ran to Adrien’s open arms. He scooped her up and swung her around. “I’m so happy to see you,” he said, squeezing her tight.

Marinette watched the reunion with a wide grin.

Tears were involved, but that was mostly because Emma absolutely refused to let her daddy go lest he disappeared again.

“It’s okay. I’m not going anywhere for a long time. I promise.”

Emma sniffed. “Pinky promise?” she asked, her voice warbling with tears.

“Pinky promise.”

It wouldn’t be for a while for Emma’s cries to stop, now only the occasional sniffle escaping her.

“Emma,” Marinette said. “Why don’t you tell your dad about our adventures while I make breakfast? Does that sound good.”

Emma nodded, then started in on telling her dad about their adventure in the zoo yesterday.

Marinette dug through the cabinets before deciding on sweet crepes for the occasion. Emma, and Adrien, watched with fascination as she easily flipped the crepes by tossing them in the air.

Adrien cleaned up the dishes once breakfast was over. “Thank you so much for everything,” he said. “I’ve got this.”

“I’ll help. It’s no trouble.”

And that’s what she said throughout the whole day as she helped do laundry and generally clean the house.

“Marinette,” Adrien said, stopping her before she made it to the laundry closet. “I’m serious. Thank you for everything, but I’ve got this.”

“It’s a load of laundry.”

“You said that three loads ago.”

“It’s no trouble.”

“But you don’t have to. I can handle this.”

“But I’m here and don’t have anything to do today.”

“Yes, but you’ve been here for five days straight and I need to pull my weight.” He reached for the laundry.

But she pulled it away. “You said you came home for Emma, so go play with her.” She smacked his rear to emphasize her point.

And that’s when it hit her.

He wasn’t her husband.

She stared at him a while, her mind blank. His expression mirrored her own: wide-eyed and stunned. Slowly, bright red sprawled across his cheeks as he looked away.

And her face… her face was on fire. “Um… I’ll… put this in then I think I’m going to head out.”

“Okay.”

“Okay.”

She’d never done a load of laundry so fast.

[evera6234]

Gotham’s Salty WIP: Chapter I

RATING: T (Teen for cursing and stuff, this may change)

SUMMARY: 

Basically, the typical Daminette with a bit of lime and spice. Borderline crack fic bc i cant without humor. 

Marinette Dupain-Cheng goes to Gotham whilst carrying three years worth of emotional baggage, what she does with it, we don't know. Does she lug it around? Probably. Does she kick it off a skyscraper? Not probable, but maybe. Does she use it to drop kick an unsuspecting liar. Most definitely.                ~~~> EDITED BY OLLIETHETURTLE ON AO3

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OK. Umm.. First fic on AO3. K. We doin this, and we starting with this god awful piece of trash. Yes. Life. Fuck. 

Things ur signing up for:

Big boi Mari & Chloe Friendship Good Vibes TM

My ass shitting on Adrien bc im a salty bitch (and if u aint about that life, its ok. U can leave bc im not interested in fighting with people. No offence or disrespect to adrien stans but yea)

And Adrien stalker moments

Lila and Alya salt (plz see “im a salty bitch”)

Shitty update schedule, if any. I’m counting on yall to harass me to write.

Marinette & Jason “sibling-esque” relationship bc we all need that

An obscene amount of cursing (as you can already tell)

The class will not be  “Our singular communal brain-cell is fucking dead, help.” levels of dumb, but still “I have the IQ of a wet potato sack” levels of dumb.

Eventual negation of canon bc we live that life

“Espresso with a dash of Depresso” Moments TM

I'm originally an MLB fan. So do what you will with that info.

The good old “Ozmav AU” but with some lime and spice

As slow burn as I can

Mental Health stuff and the repercussions of having multiple identities treated completely differently

And the crown jewel of this entire fic… Auntie Harley and Ivy.

And….. sorry…. Ppl will kinda be OOC but im trying my very best. 

Tbh I have no idea where this going rn but... i mean… it going somewhere (specifically hell) because everything does. Leave ideas plz, don’t kill me. Just bully me. 

So yea. Lemme know what u want and if I want to, I might just squeeze it into the fic (if it fit ofc, im not just gonna add random 50 year time-lapses). I'll try my best ;)))) (<-- my quadruple chin)

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Chloe’s head hangs heavy on Mari’s shoulder as the pressurised air surrounding them vibrates with the sounds… of well… a plane. Chloe had a tough couple weeks; late night combat practises with the new team (LB, Hornet, Viperion and Ryuuko) has obviously taken a toll on her partner. Both wrapped in a thick velvet blanket that Chloe remembered to pack (thank kwami) sharing a pair of headphones, both were lulled into a peaceful slumber.

Alya laughs as Lila tips her small glass of diet coke (that a flight attendant painstakingly poured for her) on a sleeping Marinette’s side of Chloe’s blanket, effectively waking her up. “Oopsies! Sorry Marinette! You see, the cabin air has really been worsening my arthritis. I didn’t mean it! I swear! Cross my heart!” apologized Lila with fake concern as Alya giggles beside her. 

Marinette, literally seeing Lila’s crossed figures behind her back says “At least Chloe is still sleeping, she needs the rest.” Alya, Lila and her empty cup saunter beck to their seats nearby. 

~

Mari and her class finally land in Gotham’s cold December night. Freshly hushed into a private shuttle, the class are driven to their hotel. It is late: around 3:30 AM. With heavy eyelids the class gazed out the bus’s windows in awe. The merging view of traffic and Christmas lights chase them to their residence. No one really remembers or knows what happened that night. Just the feeling of falling, be it into a white fluffy hotel comforter or into the crisp Gotham air. 

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“Oh! My! Gosh!!!” hears Marinette as Lila on the bus to Wayne Enterprise. “I feel so. At. Home!” In Marinette’s tired ears, there were more exclamation marks. 

“Of course… The only thing that can inhabit Gotham alleyways are cockroaches and villains,” Chloe grumbles beneath her breath, looking out the window.

“What have I ever done to you Chloe?” Lila cries, “I understand why Marinette bullies me, she is a jealous and vile girl. But I thought you, Chloe, want to be a better person, not a bully like that bitch, Marinette!”

“How dare you. How dare you. HOW DARE YOU!” Chloe yells as the recent words loop in her mind, 

“Not gonna call your daddy, huh?” Alya taunts. 

Chloe, with tears in her eyes begins, but is quickly interrupted by Marinette, “No she will not. She doesn’t need to. Chloe grew a lot over the last couple months, I’m so proud of her. She doesn’t need your bitch-ass approval.” Marinette grasps Chloe’s hand which previously wrapped itself around the fabric of Chloe’s heavy caramel winter coat.

“Quiet on the bus!”, A yell came from the front.

“But, Mr. Bus Driver… Marinette is being a…”

“Shut it! Y’all want me to kamikaze this shit into a building? I’m guessing y’all value your lives so shut it!” 

“Ms.Guardian, can I please have a cookie?” Pollen softly asks from the inside of Chloe’s giant white faux leather handbag.

“Shh… Pollen! Now’s not the time!!!” stresses Tikki.

“Please Ms. Guardian!!! I’m so so so hungry. This bag isn’t very warm and it’s taking all my energy to keep warm. A lil blubber wouldn’t hurt…. please!!”.

“Of course Pollen,” quietly respond Mari with a grin, “Here you go.” She pulls out a couple cookies from a Tupperware and hands them to Pollen. “Please share them with Tikki,” whispers Marinette into the bag. 

Marinette and Chloe then hears two tiny “thank you”s followed by the sound that can only be described increasingly aggressive chomping. Both girls giggle quietly.

~

“Welcome to Gotham,” says an unenthusiastic man at the front desk. “Congratulations, you are…” He checks his computer. “On time? Interesting.”

“Yes, we are aware,” grumbles Mrs. Bustier, already done with the man’s attitude.

“Okay so before the tour starts I’m doing to need the student who set-up this field trip to sign a couple forms and stuff. Here ya go.” The man pushed a thicc pile of paper into the teachers hand. 

“Oooh! That would be me sir!” Lila chirped, intercepting the papers before skipping back to her posse of her’s. A few seconds after beginning to fill out paperwork Lila cries “Ouch! My wrist! My arthritis! Can someone help me filling out all these form.” 

“I’ll fill them out, I’m only going to need your signatures,” offered Max.

“Thank you Max, you are so sweet!” Lila complements. 

“Of course, your arthritis was badly affected by the altitude yesterday, you shouldn’t be staining your wrist so early!” Max blushed. 

“Maribug, you gonna to say something?” 

“Nah, just watch. Entertainment without a Netflix membership.”

[quakesparker]

Daisy: And what do we say when mama comes home?

Alya: Uncle danny made the microwave explode

Daisy: Good girl! now let's see what happens when i quake ice cream