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ladylamrian · 10 months ago

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Loyal to be Royal 👑

Female Main Character: Alex

Pairing: can be considered as F!MC×NikRyder or F!MC×Garrus, the fae

Summary: Alex feels the pressure of royal life

Word Count: 1.9K words

Rating: General

Warnings: none

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A Garrus (fae) fanfic for @teatimemols 🧝🏻‍♂️🧚🏼‍♀️

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Some parts beta-read by @peonierose

Thanks @lilyoffandoms for ideas of this prompt

Comments via Reblog wholeheartly welcome

Author's note: Part of Song Lyrics taken and rewritten from Barbie - The Princess & the Pauper 🩷👑

"Hey guys, I'm back.", Alex tiredly spoke as she finally entered Garrus his bar, the Graveyard Shift from the side-door. Krom, Ivy, Nik and Garrus were seated on stools and enjoying their drinks.

"Hey, Alex!! You look exhausted. Everything alright?", Nik asked her with a concerned look on his face as she plopped on an empty stool next to him and rested her head on the wooden table.

"Tired.", she wispered.

"Tired? Awww, poor thing. Did you faes partied hard at the palace or what?", Ivy giggled and gently rubbed her friend's back.

To answer her question, Alex sat upright and faced her friends with a sad expression. "Ivy, that's not it. I'm so tired of all those many rules. I'll never be a perfect royal. All I do is make mistakes. I... I just want to make Thalissa and everyone proud, but I can't. I wish just father was alive. He would have definitly helped me."

"Rook, you're still learning. I know you will be doing well. I just want to say... We... We haven't seen you for days and... well...".

"What we all want to say is that we missed you, Alex."

"I know, Krom. I missed you all too. Sorry, but beeing royalty isn't exactly a piece of cake. I thought it's not going to be difficult and I'll enjoy this wealthy life, but I guess I didn't know what was coming for me. It's so stressful, especially when Lamrian has currently no ruler sitting on it's throne. So it's up to me to handle everything."

"Do you even want this royal life, rook? Can you handle this or...?"

"Oh baby, I could build a castle out of all the bricks they threw at me.", she confidently answered him and winked.

"Oh really?", he raised an eyebrow.

"Nik, I somehow have to. For my father, Lord Elric. I'm alive only because of him and Lamrian is my home. I don't want to disappoint him. I have a duty to fulfill... just like you have, Nik.", she glanced meaningful at him and got serious now.

Yes, what has to be done, must be done. Just like the young nighthunter, Nik Ryder swored after the death of his adopted father to protect everyone from evil and keep the worlds safe.

"Yeah, guess so... I just thought about your well-beeing.", Nik disappointedly looked away, trying to avoid her gaze.

"I know, but I have to prove myself. Some fae nobles are just... Arrrghh!!! Rules, rules and more rules.", she wanted to scream and let her frustrations just out.

"I sadly know what you mean, darling. I've been there too.", Garrus gently smiled at her and layed a comforting hand on her shoulder.

"Honestly, I feel hopeless actually. They haven't even considered me as Elric's child yet, as the heir of Lamrian, a member of the royal fae court... I'm no fae for them, just an outsider who's responsible for my father's dea..."

"Don't you dare to say that!!", Garrus suddenly bursted out his anger which surprised everyone since it's not his nature.

"Uhhh, Garrus? You okay?"

"I... I... I'm sorry. My apologies for the sudden tone and behavior. But... My fellow fae friend, don't you ever dare to blame yourself for anything. You're innocent and not responsibile for anything. Neither for the death of my duke nor the banishment of young Lord Tialo. Some fae nobles are just like that and they won't change their behavior, so do not allow them treat you like this. They think they're just better than others. Trust me, I've been there too once and I feel you. Of not beeing accepted and..."

Garrus was the heir of a Fae viscount before the Fae cast him out. The friendly fae remained exiled until this day. He was banished for running cons and swindling magic off the upper crust. The Fae court was too uptight for him and he needed his freedom. But until today, still dreaming of returning to the Fae kingdom. His true home.

Garrus lowered his head, remaining silent for a moment in front of his friends who worriedly glanced at his sad expression. It took a few seconds, before the handsome fae snapped out of his thoughts and focused back on his loyal companions.

"I was thinking. My dear Alex, let me help you. Guide you and teach you about the royal life of a fae. Let's show them what we got, darling."

"You would do that? Are you sure?"

"I'll show you, m'lady. But I'll teach you in my style. Some music, please!", Garrus requested and Krom immediately did what he asked. A beautiful, classical melody began to play. Garrus began to sing and dance. Taking Alex her hands in his and twirling around the room as if they were dancing waltz in a dance hall. While dancing he began to demonstrate whatever he was singing whether using his acting skills, body language or showing her something. He started by picking up a silver spoon from a plate.

🎶 To be a royal is to know which spoon to use.

To be a royal is a thousand pairs of shoes.

To maintain a regal gait.

Leave the parsley on your plate.

And be charming but detached, yet amused 🎶

"Wohoooo, Garrus!!!", Ivy excitely cheered and began to whistle.

🎶 To be a royal is to never be confused

Do a plié and never fall

Don't ever stray from protocol

All through the day, there's just one way you must behave

Do keep a grip and never crack

Stiff upper lip and arch the back

Bend from above and always wear your crown and wave

Shoulders back and

Tummy in and

Pinky out and

Lift the chin and

Slowly turn the head from side to side 🎶", he sang while Alex did what he musically requested.

"Like this?"

"Dear, you're Fae-tastic!"

"We're Fae-tastic."

Soon Garrus signaled Krom to turn off the music. The song might be over but there was still a lot to teach.

"That dance was amazing, Garrus."

"Thanks, now listen!! From the way you eat to the way you walk, here's what it takes to have the manners of a royal.", Garrus proudly handed Alex a very big binder over.

"Ooof, it's... really heavy. But you will help me, right?"

"Of course, teaching you about the life among the royal court of the fae is also important. Don't worry that's very simple. Are you up for the task or is that too much for the beginning, darling?"

"I'm ready, Garrus. Challenge accepted!!", she winked.

"First thing, the royal curtsies. They don't need to reach the floor, simply put one leg behind the other, bend your knees, and bow your head slightly. However, deeper curtsies and long pauses are a sign of respect and formality."

Alex does as her fae-friends explained and put one leg behind the other, bend your knees, and bow your head slightly.

"Pfff, that's easy."

"I like your spirit, dear.", he smiled and placed a plate infront of Alex and requested her to take a seat at the table.

"You may not put much thought into how you cut your food, but those nobles take dining etiquette very seriously."

"I know how to eat properly. I'm a grown-up and not a toddler."

She held the knive in the right hand, the fork in the left with the tines facing down and stabbing the food. Then she brought it to the mouth.

"Instead of stabbing the food, balance food on back of the fork, then bring it to the mouth."

"Is it that important, Garrus? I mean, at least I don't mess up my clothes or my face while having a meal. "

"You're right, dear. I don't care either, but... the other faes."

"I know...", she sighted.

"Look, if royals need to use the restroom during a meal, they don't announce their intentions. They simply say, "Excuse me," and leave it at that. If they're not done eating, they cross the utensils so wait staff know not to take the plate. When finished with the meal, they place utensils at an angle, putting the handles at the bottom right of the plate."

Alex took the fork and knife in her hand and started to place them correctly on the plate.

"Wait, you mean that angle?"

"Like 4:20 on a clock you mortals use."

"Hah, I got it! I'm good at this, right? Show me more, Garrus."

"You're a natural, dear. Now let me think what else you might... Ahhh, yes. Now I know. They say your handshake reveals a lot about your personality. Keep direct eye contact with the fae in front of you, grasp their hand firmly but not painfully, shake for one or two pumps (no more!), and shine a royal smile."

"Why two pumps and not more?"

"Yeah, why two? Good question, Alex. Why only two, Garrus? What if I want to give four?", Ivy asked too.

"Wouldn't four be too much.", Krom asked worriedly.

"Yeah Garrus, why two?"

"Quiet, please!! I'm trying to give lectures to Alex. I actually don't know either. Hmmm, let's skip that. Alex, they say that men in the royal family put out a helping hand when their spouses go down a flight of stairs, especially at formal events. The women keep their chins parallel to the ground and hands at their sides. If there's a banister, they rest a hand on it, rather than grab it and keep their toes pointed toward the railing while they walk."

"I know, I know, it's just like in the movies. But this royalty here doesn't need the helping hand of a man, I can do this on my own.", she confidently answered.

"Your spirit is admirable. Another point, royalty are expected to be addressed by their full, given names rather than nicknames given to them by their families and friends. Sooooo...", Garrus nervously glanced at Nik who immediately understood.

"Are you tryin' to tell me something, Garrus? Nobody has a problem if I give Alex nicknames. It's my style, right rook?"

"Uhhhhh... riiiiiiiight, blondie.", Alex rolled her eyes and grinned after giving the blond haired guy a new nickname. It's sure fun.

"Don't call me like that, rook."

"Alright, blondie. Oh, I... I mean, Nik. So Garrus, what's next?", she tried not to laugh and turned her attention back to the young fae.

"Alex, you did well. These are enough lessons for the first day, we'll continue tomorrow. Time to open the Graveyard Shift and letting the customers in.", Garrus suggested while taking out his keys to open his bar. As he was headed towards the front door, Alex stopped him by resting her arm on his shoulder.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing. I... Thank you, Garrus. For helping me, teaching me. For everything."

"I would do anything for my favorite fae."

"I know, but still. Thanks! And I'll promise you that one day, I'll make sure that your banishment will be lifted. I'm aware of how much you miss your home, Garrus. Soon you'll be free again, I promise."

"Thank you, Lady Alex."

"Please, no formalities. You're my friend. Even when I become a duchess one day, I would never want my friends to call me like this. Without any title, please. Just Alex is fine.", she smiled at him.

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joeyglowy · 5 years ago

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sleepover with Atsumu, where he gets all cuddly and sweet and S O F T✨✨ with his girlfriend?

Atsumu would probably only ever bring you over to his place to play games because he aint getting any action with that bunk bed. I feel like Atsumu’s not really sweet and soft in the conventional sense since he’s the type to get embarrassed about being really honest since he’s a brat but I tried my best!

Miya Atsumu x Fem! Reader

ENDEARING.

“You’re a goddamn leech, you’re here because we can’t have sex at your place thanks to that bloody bunk bed so you came crawling over here to have it instead, right?”

“I didn’t even say anything yet!” Atsumu squawked adamantly but you only regarded him with suspicion.

“You don’t have to, it’s written all over your horny face that you’re up to no good.”

“How mean! I just wanted a sleepover!”

You narrowed your eyes. “…Is that codename for ‘I just wanted to sleep with you… naked with our genitals touching?’”

“ARRRGHH! I can think about things other than sex ya know?!”

For a moment, you paused. Atsumu sighed in relief, happy that you finally seemed to have gotten it—

“Then I’ll have to arrest you for the falsification of identity and murder of the local asshole, Miya Atsumu. AKA, my sexually insatiable boyfriend.”

“Why do you treat me this way?” Atsumu deadpanned at you, visibly unamused with a hint of devastation on the side as you bit back a grin… very poorly since Atsumu could clearly see your fucking pearly white teeth stretching across your smile as you snickered.

“Come on, it’s just the norm to tease you ‘Tsumu, otherwise your head will get too big. I bully you in the most endearing way possible,” you say playfully as you went on your tip toes, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him into a firm hug. Atsumu pouted, grumbling into your shoulder before picking you up to which you let out a small squeal as he spun you around. Even after putting you down, he growled, giving your ear a playful nip only to have his face be swatted away by your hand as you pulled away, ignoring his whines.

“Well, come in love, and close the door,” you had said before briskly walking away. Atsumu pouted at the mischievous gleam in your eye but obliged to your request, shoes off and following you in like an excited puppy. He saw you make a beeline to the kitchen stove and with an idle hum, he hugged you from behind and nestled his chin into your shoulder to peer over your work.

“Whatcha doin’?” he murmured into your neck, watching you with a lazy eye.

“I was making myself noodles before you came! I suppose I can share some with you though. So, what’s up, how come you’re here?” you ask him, feeling him sigh contently, the rumble reverberating in his chest could be felt on your back as you grinned. Still, you glanced back at the bag he held with a suspicious look.

“What, can’t I just come here ta spend some time with my girlfriend?” he laughed through his words, bright and twinkly before a sneaky grin formed on his lips. “My precious girlfriend who wouldn’t mind if I slept over since her parents are out?”

You stopped your stirring to look at him with a blank expression.

“I knew you were just here for sex.”

Atsumu gawked, recoiling his head back in a fashion that reminded you of an affronted rooster. Well, with his hair garishly blinding you the way it did, a rooster might be the perfect way to describe Atsumu anyway. But then again, he was probably more of a peacock. But, that’s obviously just a euphemism for a pretty dick.

“I’m not here just for sex…” Atsumu trailed off guiltily before he snuggled into you some more. “I wanna be with you too… and ya know ya love me [Name]~ ya want the same thing, righ’?” he teased impishly, a dopey grin kittenishly spreading across his lips as you rolled your eyes.

“Yeah, yeah, I do love you, you asshole.”

Atsumu’s breath hitched and you felt him lift his chin—awwh, he was so warm—from your shoulder. You blinked in confusion to see a stunned and slightly dishevelled looking Atsumu gape back at you.

“R-really?” he gasped, a hopeful glint in his eye.

You frowned at him for a moment before realising that, that had been the first time you’ve ever associated ‘love’ with Atsumu. Atsumu couldn’t help the grin that crept to his lips as he watched your face slowly turn pink to red before you huffed, returning back to your cooking, now angrily flustered.

“Awww, babe, yer so embarrassing~” he smirked like the cunning fox he is, trying to wrap his arms around your waist again as he cackled. “You must be sooooo embarrassed~” he sung a little too joyfully like a bratty school boy as you snarled.

“Fuck you, why do I have to be the one to do everything first huh? I asked you out first, kissed you first, now saying that first,” you rambled as Atsumu raised a lazy brow with a cruel smile.

“Finished first?”

The glare you offered him was so witheringly heartbreaking, it was enough to reduce a grown convicted murderer to tears. Hell, it might have even been enough to scare Kita-senpai.

“Get the fuck out.”

Atsumu despaired, shivering at your low voice—he was both a little scared and aroused—as you turned your back on him. When he tried to reach you again, you promptly back handed his nose and he groaned, doubling over.

“You’ve lost hugging privileges. Leave.”

“N-no, [Name]-chan, come on! I’m joking—ACK! [Name]-chan, please! Come on, I’ll be good!” Atsumu cried out in the midst of your surprisingly well aimed attacks at his face using your backhand alone while still expertly cooking at the same time. You chuffed, before grimacing to hear his pleading tone. Goddammit, Atsumu begging is something that no mere mortal can ignore.

“Fine, fine! Go set up a goddamn movie and don’t fucking touch me!” you commanded harshly in which Atsumu responds with a mocking salute before rushing off to your living room, not hearing the, “dammit I’m so weak,” you whispered under your breath, berating your heart for giving in so easily to his antics.

By the time you had finished your noodles, with some other toppings and a fried egg, you made your way to the couch, already knowing that your boyfriend’s probably put on some cheesy American action film. Rolling your eyes, you glowered at Atsumu who sported a lazy grin and tried doing the sexy lying down pose as he lay on his side, his feet stretching across the couch with his arm propping his head up. You narrowed your eyes dangerously before harshly pinching the thin skin by Atsumu’s ankle. He yowled, instinctively pulling up his legs as your malicious cackles filled the air before you squeezed yourself into the corner of the couch at a considerable distance from Atsumu. Atsumu pouted before he basically threw himself over you, roughly wrapping his arms around your waist and laying his head on your arm.

“Wow, clingy. I thought I was sooooo embarrassing,” you say scathingly, ignoring his whines in favour of eating your delicious noodles.

“[Name]-chan! Come on, don’t be like that, I didn’t mean it!” he cried out but seeing you train your eyes on the screen only made him grimace before looking away sheepishly, digging his head into your shoulder. “I… I had another fight with ‘Samu.”

You raised a brow carefully before shaking your head. “Were you hoping I’d take your side and say, ‘You’re right ‘Tsumu! Osamu’s a dummy head that’s always unreasonable and stupid.’ Hm?” you ask mockingly.

Atsumu winced before huffing. “No, course not. We always get over it anyways, I just…” Atsumu trailed off before he tucked his head into the crook of your neck. “Yer just, warm, and soft to cuddle, that’s all.”

For a moment you didn’t say anything and Atsumu was worried that you still might be mad when he felt a soft pressure on top of his head and smiled seeing you continue eating with your head gently placed on his. He inhaled your scent contently although unsurprisingly you just smelt like noodles. Its rare moments like this that Atsumu finds himself appreciating the most. You’re always so blunt and honest, that’s why any time you do anything intimate, he knows you always mean it, it always feels special coming from you.

“I know you mean well but by calling me soft, but please leave my goddamn chub alone.”

Until you ruin it.

Atsumu blinked for a moment before he started laughing—although it sounded more like a hyena cackle than anything, the bastard wouldn’t stop—until he doubled over, clutching his stomach. You glared at him, greatly unamused, his snickering still continuing as he grinned at you mischievously, tears at his eyes.

“Whaaaat? Chub just makes you squishy and all people are squishy!” he offered, still wheezing in between his breaths as your scowl hardened.

“You’re not squishy!” you announced furiously, jabbing him in the chest to which he feigned pain by clutching the spot with his hands, as if you had stabbed him. “You’re made of muscle! Hard muscle!”

“Yeah, but you’re squishy where it counts…” he slurred, low and sensuous, a lazy smirk on his face as his eyes sauntered down to your—

“SUBTLE, REAL SUBTLE, GET OFF MY DAMN COUCH.”

Atsumu didn’t even register you putting your noodles on the table before promptly shoving him off the couch, his world spinning on its axis. In a fit of panic, Atsumu latched onto the first thing he could which—unfortunately happened to be you. You let out a shriek as Atsumu pulled you down to the floor with him, the wind getting knocked out of you as you groaned.

When you lifted your head, you found yourself on Atsumu’s chest, a gleeful smirk and a smouldering gaze drinking you in as you felt his hands cradle your lower back. You deadpanned while he settled for that husky chuckle of his.

“You’re a menace. I hate you.”

“In the most endearing way possible?”

You glanced back to see his cheeky smile and you couldn’t help but mirror it as you snorted as he used your own words against you. You stared at him closely for a moment before mumbling so that only he could hear, “Did you want to talk about your fight or nah?”

He hummed for a moment. “Nah, this… this is enough.”

You both laid there on the floor, holding each other for a little while, barely watching the movie as you felt Atsumu’s steady heartbeat continue a rhythmic thrum beneath your ear. You took a deep breath before grabbing his shoulders and pulled yourself closer to him so you were nose to nose. He raised a curious brow at you smiled a smile filled with sugar and honey.

“I love you Atsumu.”

Atsumu blinked slowly, replaying the words over and over in his mind, your conviction stunning him into silence. You watched with a hint of amusement to see his face turn from pink to red as a small frown slowly began to contort on his face, as if to ask if you were making fun of him. When you continued to stare at him with your burning adoration, he ducked his head almost shyly and in a quick movement, he had quickly pecked your lips before turning his head to the side as a poor attempt to hide his face from your gaze.

“Love you too,” he murmured under his breath, barely audible and you couldn’t help the grin as he pouted after a moment, whining, “Come on~ let’s get back to the movie!” although it didn’t hide the way his voice cracked just a little. He clammed up, embarrassed. You smirked.

Oh?

“Hmm, don’t wanna.” You slowly pushed yourself to your hands and knees as Atsumu looked up at you in shock, a little nervous smile on his lips.

“Eh? You wanna top or somethin’ [Name]?” he asked coolly, however his eyes betrayed him, suddenly on high alert as you hovered over him dangerously.

“I’m just not in the mood for TV when I could be showing you just how much I love you,” you whisper into his ear with dulcet tones as you watched it turn red. Atsumu, now a little flustered from your forward approach—although definitely turned on—he felt himself swallow his saliva, unable to alleviate the sexual tension in the air.

“E-eh? Ya wanna do it on the floor—AH!”

Atsumu was cut off by a rather airy moan when your lips suddenly started sucking on his neck, a rather sensitive spot for him which you always worked at relentlessly. Before Atsumu could really enjoy it though, you pulled away too quickly, leaving your hickey unfinished as you scrunched up your nose before hanging your tongue out in disgust.

“Never mind, I’m turned off, you taste like sweat. I’d rather go back to noodles.”

Atsumu spluttered on the spot, both embarrassed and infuriated as you jumped back onto the couch, gleefully taking up your noodles before you resumed eating. “Weren’t you the one that wanted to get back to the movie?” you asked with a teasing lilt in your sing song voice, your eyes twinkling with mischief as he reddened ever further.

“Y-you–! That’s–!” he stammered, unable to stop gawking at you as you patted the spot beside you, suddenly ‘invested’ in the movie. He pouted angrily, fuming as he sat by your side, roughly wrapping an arm around your shoulders, the other latching onto waist as he glared at you, waiting for you to notice him.

When you didn’t give him the attention he wanted, he huffed and petulantly ate your next forkful of noodles, never breaking eye contact with you as your lips quirked up in amusement. He had to admit, the noodles were good as he greedily swallowed them down. He blinked in surprise when he felt you give his jaw a quick peck as you snuggled deeper into his side, leaning your head on his shoulder.

“I hate you,” he spat childishly, seeing that his attempts to infuriate you did not work at all.

“In the most endearing way?” you asked playfully.

He sighed before digging his cheek into your hair with a lazy smile, squeezing you just a little tighter.

“Yeah.”

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flightfoot · 5 years ago

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Thoughts on Loveater

Ok first of all, it was really good. Second of all, there were no spoilers for Chat Blanc or Felix. It’s possible that those episodes might add context to Loveater, but outright spoilers? None.

Spoilery thoughts below the break!

-Yeah making Ladybug jealous ain’t gonna work that easily Chat. Especially since she DOES want you to be happy.

-Marinette looks great with her hair down! It’s weird though, since as Adrien said, we’ve never seen her like that. I’m kinda hoping she’ll keep the look in the future.

-It’s really great seeing her able to relax and have fun around Adrien and Kagami without turning into a stuttering mess or getting really jealous. She really seemed to be enjoying herself!

-I felt really bad for Marinette at Andre’s ice cream stand. I did notice Andre’s whole talk about opposites attracting and then Kagami noting how similar Adrien and herself were.

-Anyone else wondering whether Audrey got herself akumatized on purpose? Considering Feast, I’m still wondering whether Audrey and Ms. Tsurugi are allied with Hawkmoth.

-Kinda surprised the akuma alert system didn’t go off. While the akuma was in the hotel that made sense, but once it was in the streets, it should have gone off.

-Another note on Hearthunter: That ain’t a Cerberus. Might have had multiple heads, but NO.

-Ladybug’s mistake was not detransforming before seeking out Master Fu and I’m sticking by that. Her picking Kagami instead of Chloe was a good move. She didn’t OWE Chloe a Miraculous, and she already told Chloe (and had it demonstrated!) why she couldn’t give her the Bee Miraculous. Chloe WILLINGLY aiding a terrorist because of that and enslaving Pollen doesn’t exactly speak well of her. I understand why she did it, but she’s not entitled to a Miraculous. Also Ladybug didn’t break any promise to Chloe. She specifically SAID that she probably wouldn’t be able to give her the Bee again.

-I am kinda disappointed that Chloe’s redemption arc seems to have been thrown completely in the crapper though. Maybe it’ll be like with Zuko and the second time around it’ll stick? I don’t have much faith in the writers, but hm... If it comes out that Chloe was WILLINGLY, PURPOSELY working with Hawkmoth, and she started being shunned for that... maybe that could lead her down a redemption path? Kinda a “lowest point” deal, with her having risen (and simultaneously fallen) as low as she can go, and having to completely re-evaluate who she is, what she wants, and who she WANTS to be. Because she’s still shown signs of improvement this season. But she needs to break past her entitlement complex and start showing more empathy and honesty with people.

-Back with Kagami, I like that Ladybug had that little talk with her. It did make me a bit concerned though. I’m glad that Kagami values Marinette’s friendship, but her whole thing about she and Adrien being made for each other and not wanting to give him up even for the sake of Marinette’s friendship makes me concerned. If she meant that she just won’t stop pursuing him just because Marinette likes him then that’s fine. She’s not obligated to wait for Marinette to get herself together enough to properly confess to him (especially since at this rate they’d probably be in Lycee by the time she managed it). But Kagami sounded a tad possessive. I’m worried that she might mean that if Marinette actually DID manage to ask Adrien out (or that if Adrien asked Marinette out) that she might get hostile. I don’t really know for sure though. It can be difficult to gauge with Kagami.

-I don’t ship Kagamidrien. I just don’t. I can’t see any romance in their interactions - or rather, in Adrien’s interactions with her. She’s clearly shown attraction to him, but Adrien seems like he’s going through the motions with her. They’ve got a lot in common and they’re great friends, but I think this might be one case where he’s confusing friendship with romantic attraction if he actually goes out with her. He doesn’t give her the soft looks or blushes that he does around Marinette and Ladybug. I think it might be good to go out with her, maybe it’ll get him to calm down on his infatuation with Ladybug a bit and cause him to release his milder, calmer side. He’s pretty over-the-top as Chat generally, maybe he’ll tone it down after this?

-And then there’s the Lukanette. ARRRGHH. Look, I think being with him might be good for her in terms of letting her calm down a bit and letting go of her obsession with Adrien. Love Square Is End Game, but Lukanette may be a necessary diversion on the way. BUT I CAN’T STAND LUKA AS HE IS NOW. He’s a perfectly nice character who has never done anything wrong in his life and is exactly the sort of thing Marinette wants right now. But that’s the problem. He STILL doesn’t feel like a person to me. He feels like a device the writers have created to be a supportive cardboard cut-out. It doesn’t feel like he has any emotions or ambitions or self, really. Riddle me this; if an AI was created solely for the purpose of being the perfect, nonthreatening boyfriend whose purpose of existence was solely to support Marinette, but with no free will or ambitions or self of their own, would they act any different from Luka? He’s perfectly sweet, but he feels like empty air. Fluff with no substance. I didn’t care when he was a minor character, but if he’s going to be dating a main character, I expect him to be a well-rounded character in his own right. And right now, he isn’t.

-I liked Marinette’s breakdown! Yeah she has a LOT riding on her right now, and she feels like she has to keep up a front for everyone. Kinda wonder what would happen if she had that break down in front of Chat AS Ladybug. Hm. Maybe if she and Chat start dating different people, the UST between them will decrease to the point that she feels comfortable doing that? Build their friendship more in both the Adrienette and LadyNoir combinations until they both understand each other way better and start going reverse Love Square, and at some point break up with their current boyfriend/girlfriend and starting going out with each other? I’m convinced that both Love Square and Lukagami are gonna be endgame at this point.

Overall I’m glad I watched it and I’m looking forward to the finale! Not looking forward to all the Lukanette and Kagamidrien and Kagaminette fics though, being a Love Square shipper and all.

#loveater spoilers #ml spoilers #miraculous ladybug

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friendshipgardens · 5 years ago

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idk how to use curlers right on my ponies they always look so big and wrong arrrghh i want to make perfect pony hair...

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Wild Earth: Castaway

Rated: Mature | Words: 2052 | Chapter Title: Castaway | Chapter: 13/ | Other Notes: Fanfic, Alternate Universe, Clexa

(Start at the Beginning)

(Back to Chapter 12)

Chapter Excerpt: With a groan leaving her lips, Lexa’s eyes parted a crack as though to answer that yes, she was there. Clarke saw green eyes glinting painfully at her in the dark. She swallowed a little bit and glanced toward the busted wrist now thrown off to the rubber raft floor at Lexa’s side. Clarke looked back at the cracked open eyes. As the raft plunged and dove she gripped Lexa’s good shoulder to hold her in the boat. The flashlight rolled away and straining with her other arm she shot her hand out and grabbed it. When the raft slid down to the other side of the swell and the bumping turned to lesser turbulent she she looked down to find Lexa’s eyes still cracked. Still watching her. Clarke offered, “I have to set your wrist.”

It took a second, a second that felt like an eternity and caused Clarke to wonder if Lexa could understand there as they lay there staring into each others eyes. But then Lexa gave her a stiff, very slight nod. Clarke felt herself nodding back and looked over at the wrist briefly again before looking at Lexa again, “its.. ..its going to hurt.”

The little boat bounced up and down on the waves, a little orange dot bobbing in angry, open water. Clarke’s blonde hair stuck to her face in the rain. She saw Lexa faint. She didn’t know what was wrong with her. She had to find out. But it was too dark to see a thing so she was digging frantically through the bag Lexa had brought along.

Her own wouldn’t have a flashlight.

But Lexa’s would.

There were blankets and food packs and a knife in a sheath and alot of other things she couldn't identify by touch. But she didn’t want to dump the bag out on the chance of stuff washing overboard in the tossing and bumping. The next wave they went up actually toppled Clarke onto her side. Sitting up again she kept digging and found what she was looking for. Clarke yanked the flashlight out and turned it on, “Lexa!” she shouted as the blinding light flooded into her own face. Clarke winced and yanked the light away from her eyes. With the light in one hand and a first aid kit in a white knuckled grip that matched the same force as the fear that gripped her chest, Clarke pointed the light at Lexa and crawled on wobbly hands and knees to where she lay.

The rise and fall of Lexa’s chest said she was still breathing and relief hit Clarke like the hard rain. She passed the beam of light from the flashlight over Lexa's body slowly and swallowed with some difficulty when it fell on her right wrist. It was swollen at least three times its normal size and was a terrible shade of purple.

The fear Clarke felt a minute ago came flooding back at the sight - Lexa could to into shock, if she wasn’t in shock already. Not knowing if she was or not, she knew chances were high considering the injury and what they had been through and she still had to treat for shock first.

Clarke put the light down and let go of the case as well. Squeezing in closer she put an arm under Lexa’s legs and another under her shoulders and carefully lifted her--

“--arrrhhh. Arrrghh... uhhh…” Lexa’s eyes slid open and slid closed, slid open and slid closed and her teeth ground together as snarls and growls left her lips unbidden. She tried to struggle with everything she had. Clarke could tell but all her body could manage was a few weak jerks with her good arm flopping around trying to reach her broken wrist.

“Its okay,” Clarke soothed, “its okay….”

“Uhhhhh!…” Lexa went limp again. Clarke panicked thinking she died and dropped a head to the girl’s chest and the steady pound of Lexa’s heart met her ear. Clarke lifted her head. With a sigh of relief she very carefully lifted Lexa again and turned her around so her head was where her feet had been. A wave tossed them. Clarke threw herself over Lexa’s prone body, grabbing onto the flashlight and first aid kit as she did. When the wave dropped them onto the water she carefully sat back. Set the things down again and carefully got one of Lexa’s feet up onto the edge of the raft, “elevate twelve inches,” she said to herself, “that’s twelve.” She got the other foot up as well. Looking at Lexa’s feet it hit her suddenly that Lexa only had socks on - wet socks. She was also only wearing pajama shorts and a top, “deal with the wrist..” Clarke instructed herself. Clothes could come next. She had to take one step at a time, “deal with the wrist..”

Sitting back down on her knees near Lexa she grabbed the light again and pointed it at Lexa’s wrist laying draped delicately over her chest. Clarke wasn’t a doctor. She was only -had only- been a medical student and she could still tell by sight of the injury that it was a compound fracture. Taking a deep breath and holding that air in her lungs, she reached to open the first aid box at the same time she very gently slid her other hand under the broken bones--

Lexa’s eyes shot open. They fell shut but she started screaming and twitching as though wanting to fight but not having the strength to. Clarke jumped back quickly, “its okay!” she called. Her eyes watered though. She really wished she had serious pain killers. Because this was going to hurt - alot. Watching Lexa’s screams stop and her eyes flutter closed again until long lashes were laying on wet cheeks and short breaths were escaping through perfect lips Clarke knew it was best to get it over with. As the boat suddenly bobbed up and down a swell faster than it had she felt herself thrown forward and caught herself on her arms before she collapsed on Lexa. But she was looking right into Lexa’s face. She was looking at those closed eyes. Rain wet her back, “Lexa?” she asked.

With a groan leaving her lips, Lexa’s eyes parted a crack as though to answer that yes, she was there. Clarke saw green eyes glinting painfully at her in the dark. She swallowed a little bit and glanced toward the busted wrist now thrown off to the rubber raft floor at Lexa’s side. Clarke looked back at the cracked open eyes. As the raft plunged and dove she gripped Lexa’s good shoulder to hold her in the boat. The flashlight rolled away and straining with her other arm she shot her hand out and grabbed it. When the raft slid down to the other side of the swell and the bumping turned to lesser turbulent she she looked down to find Lexa’s eyes still cracked. Still watching her. Clarke offered, “I have to set your wrist.”

Lexa’s eyes slid closed slowly as though in acknowledgment and Clarke moves aside her and knelt in front of the wrist, “okay,” she glanced across at Lexa’s soaked face, “here we go.”

With shaking hands Clarke opened the first aid kit and took out a plastic brace. She tried to be gentle. But Lexa’s whole body jerked and her teeth clenched the minute Clarke’s fingers touched her wrist. Clarke had to make herself keep going. She had to make herself pick up the wrist.

Biting her own teeth together she started to tug and straighten the bones out. That was when Lexa started screaming, curling her other hand into a fist and beating it into the floor of the boat. That was when Clarke’s eyes also started burning. With shaking hands and the threat of tears in her eyes she twisted and pulled more bones, “its almost there,” she said out-loud the words a watery breath that clung to the back of her throat. She wasn’t sure if she was telling herself this or telling Lexa or telling both of them. She kept smoothing bones as Lexa’s screams stopped, instead she lay in the rain on the raft floor with her head thrown back and her jaw tightly locked, her free hand balled into a fist around the rope handles of the life raft until her knuckle were white to the bones.

“There!” Clarke shouted out, she moved the last bones into place, “we got it!”

Lexa afforded Clarke a low grunt and a tight nod of her head. The grind of her teeth continued though and her breath sped up again as Clarke gently slid the brace around the broken bones and settled the lower half of Lexa’s hand and her thumb into place in it and tightened it, “that’s the worst of it.” she announced when the brace was in place, uncurling her knees to sit. Lexa’s breath left her in a loud heave of relief and she continued breathing deeply up and down, muscles relaxing all at once until she was limp.

Clarke felt the same relief. And the absence of pain for both of them made everything feel so much more distant, even the rolling waves under them. It was a shared silence. Clarke found the gauze and tore the package open. Pulling it out of the plastic she started gently wrapping the broken wrist. It took alot of the cloth. More rolls than one. She wanted it thick to keep it clean and immobile until they got back to shore. The flashlight rolled on the swells, but she didn’t need it anymore. Clarke tucked the roll of bandage in, dragged her bag over, and gently placed Lexa’s arm on it so the cloth didn’t get wet - or as wet as it would. Clarke peeled off her jacket and lay it over the top.

Rain was starting to stop.

The flashlight was rolling around rubber floor with each swell under the boat.

As the boat rode the now gentler swells under them, in the flashlight’s shifting light, Clarke realised Lexa was finally -peacefully- sleeping. This realisation made her own breath pause in her lungs and burn there when the memory of Lexa’s ground teeth and clenched fist striking the boat floor flashed in her head brighter and whiter and in slower motion than it had been in real life. The grunts and shouts leaving the proud adventurer’s body ringing again in her ears. The images would be burned in her mind for ever and the shouts would always echo like ghosts.

She had to keep her warm.

Clarke knew that dry was going to be next to impossible. The rubber floor had inches of water in it. But she could try and keep her warm. Clarke crawled away from Lexa, finding the flashlight as she did. She reached the bags again and started digging through Lexa’s first for something she had felt in there during the first search of its contents.

Her hand found it again, the soft and smooth fabric. With a greater yank than probably was needed Clarke pulled a couple of the rolled, emergency blankets out. Closing the bag she tucked them under one arm and crawled to where Lexa was.

One after another Clarke spread the blankets over Lexa’s still form. They were surprisingly thin, and surprisingly large for the small space they had taken up. She moved back on her knees then and stared at Lexa. Then looked down at her own feet.

One at a time, Clarke pulled her shoes off.

They would have to share body-heat.

Lifting the edge of the blankets, she carefully slid under them and laid down beside the other girl. Clarke let the blankets drop on them both. Heat surrounded her instantly. For being thin, the blankets were surprisingly warm and she was inches from Lexa’s side.

The girl shuffled a little and sighed softly. Clarke knew it would be a hard fight in the morning, in more ways than one, when they both woke up.

But for now, beside her, with the rock of the boat under them, Clarke closed her eyes.

(continue to chapter 14)

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