#that prompt I shared earlier made me do this xD

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Alright. Your turn Makoto 😈🌡️

my favorite silly workaholic that doesn't ever take a break

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Unmasked Below (HUGE RAINCODE SPOILERS)

also yea I I headcanon that if a homunculus gets ill, then their fever flush is pink instead of red. Due to their blood. (tho I've said this before... XD)

Also, since it's likely illness cannot kill a homunculi...and Makoto doesn't trust nor depend on anyone for help...

yeah...

he basically puts himself out of his own misery ;-;

since he's a perfect one he'll come back to life in 24 hours

Healthy tho? Who can say... 🤷‍♀️

its a 50/50 chance... (nah more like 80/20 lmao HE MUST SUFFER)

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ML Fanfic Recs for 2023: 5K - 10K words

So I’ve been going through and adding particularly good fics I’ve read throughout the year. Only Complete fics, of course. Enjoy!

Plagg eats Destruction while Tikki eats Creation. They choose not to tell their Holders exactly what that means.

Ladybug’s partner joins with Hawk Moth and she can’t figure out why. Not at first, anyway.

Adrien had started expecting the family breakfasts. He had NOT been expecting his father to collapse in the middle of one.

Adrien and Marinette both vaguely remember young playmates from when they were kids. Their first friend. Shame they didn’t remember each other’s names.

Marinette’s itching to win a prize for beating a merfolk in a race. Thankfully, a merman, Chat Noir, decides to challenge her. Pity that Adrien was busy that day.

Adrien finds a tiny, mousy guest in his new home, and makes a new friend.

Marinette helps lead a revolution to overthrow King Adrien with the help of her most trusted ally, Chat Noir. 

Ladybug and Chat Noir find a toddler wandering around during an akuma attack. Who could her parents be?

Chat Noir wrote a tweet mocking himself as Adrien. This totally does not come back to bite him in any way.

An akuma swapped Marinette’s and Chat Noir’s bodies. Marinette AS Marinette, not as Ladybug. This causes some problems.

All this and more below the break!

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you don’t even know me at all (but I was made for loving you) by @ladyofthenoodle

They didn’t remember each other. The hospital told them there’d been an accident—brain damage—but Alya had told them the truth, later. Who’d they’d been to each other. What they’d given up, and why.

But even with their memories of each other gone, Adrien and Marinette are still inextricably tied together—by law, by their social circles, and by their hearts.

And in the apartment they share, there's only one bed.

Yep, it’s the “there was only one bed” trope XD! I especially love how it was used here, how Adrien and Marinette are strangers now but they had a whole life together, and they pine for each other even without remembering, and how Marinette just can’t believe how in love with her Adrien is even though he doesn’t remember her. I loved the emotional turmoil the two of them went through together in the fic, and the resolution, it’s great!

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Experimental Feeding by Machina_Fun_T

Plagg eats Destruction*. Tikki eats Creation*.

They don't explain that to their holders.

*Warning - This diet has side effects.

I just found the whole idea here fascinating. Basically, Plagg and Tikki prefer to eat things that align with their concept somehow, and even get boosts from them. They decide not to explain the details to their Holders though (just to mess with them I think) which prompts Adrien and Marinette to both do a lot of experimentation to figure out what their kwami likes to eat the most.

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Until I Found You by @linnieluna

Working their way up to a settled adulthood, Marinette and Adrien, now 23, gain a reason to believe that they are expecting—way earlier than they ever planned. Still unwed, it evokes a revelation on Adrien’s behalf.

Was it time to take the next step forward?

I loved the emotions here, how Adrien and Marinette reacted to the results of the pregnancy test, how complicated their feelings about it were - and how it prompted Adrien to take action. It’s a really sweet fic!

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From school bells to wedding bells by @linnieluna

When the superhero duo takes on another exhausting fight against an akuma, Chat Noir does what he never hesitates to do and takes a hit for his partner. The problem being: neither of them knew what power the akuma possessed.

That is... until he is transported into the future. More specifically, to his friend Marinette's wedding.

Ah I love time travel fics! Older!Marinette’s surprised, Younger!Adrien’s bewildered, and Older!Adrien is off knowing exactly what happened and giving his younger self some subtle heads-up. 

It gives Adrien something to look forward to, to cling onto, through bad days in the future at least!

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u + me = love by @xiueryn

Marinette has a massive crush on Adrien. He has a crush on the superhero, Ladybug. When he says the only person he'll invite as his plus one to an event is Ladybug, Marinette takes her chance to romance him for the night. AU.

(a fanboy and fangirl start to date.)

This is just a fun Ladrien story. Ladybug is happy to oblige in Adrien’s fantasies, and no one else believes that he’s actually dating Ladybug.

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Disintegrated Pancakes by @scribeofrhapsody

Adrien had started expecting the family breakfasts. He had NOT been expecting his father to collapse in the middle of one.

I’m shocked I haven’t seen more of this sort of thing, with Adrien finding out his father’s Monarch via seeing the Cataclysm wound. I love that Alya gets involved in this, being the person Adrien runs into after fleeing the room, and then Adrien getting to talk things out with Gabriel and Nathalie. Thankfully Gabriel is at least not completely incapable of being reasoned with here, or things could have gone worse than they did. It’s a nice little read, though with an ambiguous ending (at least at the time when I write this).

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Like Smoke From A Furnace by @wackus-bonkus-maximus

Marinette and Adrien give up their Miraculous. Ladybug and Chat Noir never meet again.

This one’s an angsty fic with a happy ending (though there is a little fluff in there as well.) Adrien and Marinette get together and have a family together, while Scarabella and Kitty Noire continue to fight Monarch for the next decade. But it still eats at Marinette that she never found out what happened to Chat Noir, that he never said anything before they both vanished, and Chat reappearing during an akuma attack when Kitty Noire was taken out of commission doesn’t help with that - especially since he won’t leave her head and she needs to commit herself to her family, doesn’t want to be torn by his presence. She cares about her family too much. 

Ladybug and Chat Noir never meet again... but there are other ways for them to meet up and talk things out.

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with this ring by @thelibraryloser

She thought “you and me against the world” had sounded like lopsided odds before, when she hadn’t even dreamed “you against me” was a possibility. Or maybe she had dreamed it, but at least in those dreams he’d had cold blue eyes and a stark white mask.

The villain she’d fought today had looked at her through her partner’s own bright green eyes.

It wasn’t meant to be this way.

Short and sweet Sentiadrien enemies canon divergence fic here! I adored Marinette finding out why her kitty seemed to have “betrayed” her, and the righteous anger on his behalf once she figured out that it wasn’t of his own free will. Her comforting Adrien about it was just... really good. It’s a Hawkmoth Defeat fic too, so the immediate aftermath gets covered as well. Adrien needs a hug.

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Miracoffee by @pauliestorylover

Ever since the last Mr Pigeon attack over nine months ago, Hawkmoth has fallen off the face of the earth, seemingly for good. There’s never been a better chance for an identity reveal—but after keeping her identity a secret for so many years, Marinette feels incredibly nervous about one.

When Chat Noir accidentally finds Ladybug working at a café, Alya comes up with a brilliant idea. If Ladybug and Chat Noir interact regularly in a civilian setting, surely they’ll move towards an identity reveal without outside interference?

Adrien Never Goes To Public School Coffee Shop AU here! It’s funny how he clocks Marinette as being Ladybug IMMEDIATELY. And then after discussing it for awhile, decide to make a bit of a game of the identity reveal, having Chat come in on pre-determined days and seeing whether Ladybug can figure out who she is, all while they get to know each other, even if in passing. 

Love the other Miraculous heroes making cameos as well, Marinette seems annoyed that Nino cosplaying as Carapace actually doesn’t tip anyone off XD.

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Nothing Else Matters by LiquefiedStars

Marinette couldn’t figure out Chat Noir. He was supposed to be her partner, but instead ended up working for Hawk Moth. Still, her heart betrayed her and when a strong connection forms between them, Ladybug goes to Chat looking for answers, finding out more than she bargained for.

Sentiadrien enemies AU fic! He never wanted to fight against her, but Gabriel caught him before he could transform for the first time, and with his father using his Amoks against him, he had no choice. 

I like that there’s a solid explanation for why Fu let Adrien keep his Miraculous even though he’s been working against Ladybug, I don’t often see explanations for that that I’m satisfied with.

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For the Sake of a Ring by @rosie-b

An akuma that transfers people's consciousnesses into other universes hits Ladybug, sending her into a world where everything is the same... but instead of earrings, she's wearing a ring on one hand! She's only just arrived in this universe, but already Plagg seems to have gone missing. It's up to Marinette to figure out what happened before she's sent back home!

This fic takes place in the future, after Season 5, but it does not contain any leaks or major spoilers. Please keep the comment section spoiler-free, too!

This is really cute, Marinette gets transported into a world where she’s married to Adrien and is really confused as to why and how they got married at sixteen. Adrien’s just an adorable puppy who thinks his wife is the most amazing person in the world! 

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His Princess and Her Knight by @seas-of-silver

Adrien, Marinette, Nino and Alya have a group assignment about how the past has shaped them into the people they are today, but they’ll make a discovery that’ll send them searching for answers.

This fic is adorable, Adrien, Marinette, and Nino uncover that they all went to the same preschool together, with Adrien and Marinette immediately latching onto each other, Adrien being the knight to Marinette’s princess, and also making friends with Nino. Sadly he was pulled after two weeks, but it made quite an impression on him.

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A Friendship Not Abandoned (Just Delayed) by @nomolosk

Marinette Dupain-Cheng and Adrien Agreste first met as tiny little kids, but then Adrien had to move away. When they finally meet again, will they even remember each other, much less become friends again?

Poor Adrien keeps on saying or doing just the wrong thing to give Marinette the impression that he’s a bully like Chloe when he’s not, and he keeps desperately trying to fix it. So a bit of an enemies au in that way, since Marinette doesn’t like him much. He does gradually manage to convince her that he’s a good person though.

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as luck would have it by @silver-hibiscus

It's Adrien's birthday, and there's an akuma attack. Luckily, Ladybug and Chat Noir are there to save the day! Even if they're not the heroes that we're familiar with...

Not so much a kwami swap as an another au entirely.

Same title as one of my own fics, funnily enough! Though entirely different premise. This is a Gabenath fic, with Gabriel as Chat Noir and Nathalie as Ladybug, complete with a lovesquare and some unspecified other person as Hawk Moth. In this version, Gabriel and Emilie had some terrible fights and were separated, with Gabriel realizing along the way that he’d been a distant father and working to rectify that, he’s a pretty decent person here. I could actually kind of see this being a feasible path Gabriel could have gone down, if he wasn’t so desperate to revive Emilie and hadn’t gone so far to try to distance himself from who he was and where he came from back before he met Emilie and started changing to fit in with the upper class.

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The Price by @clawsoutspotsoff  

He clutched his chest, feeling his lungs burn  as his body started to give out beneath him. No. Not now. Not this time, when he was so close.

He wrenched his arm back, striking with the other as he called his sword to his hand, fire and lightning and ice tearing through his nerves as he did, but finally, finally, the resistance gave way and he stumbled backwards.

Without looking, he turned and ran, calling a portal to appear before him. He fell through it, landing on a cold, hard floor in utter darkness. He could still hear shouting over the rushing in his ears, every part of his body failing at once, and before he could be pursued, before he could collapse any further, he forced raspy words through his torn, aching throat.

"Plagg, Tikki, unify!"

The world went blessedly, eerily silent.

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Written for MiraculousFanworks' fanfic wars 2022

Will that be cash, credit, or memories?

This was a great look at how the Wish could potentially happen, what the kwamis might do to help mitigate the worst aspects of it on the people they care about... and what the price would be for it.

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Emotional Mountain Ranges by @liiinerle

After Zoé's attempted romantic confession to Marinette is interrupted by an incensed Chloé and Audrey Bourgeois, she's left distraught and adrift, a crying mess in an alleyway far from home. Ladybug saves her from the incoming akuma, and tries to help her back on her feet - and Zoé wonders what she could possibly have done to earn this much attention from a superhero...

Lovely Zoenette fic here! I especially like how Marinette talks to Zoe, reassures her that she’s good enough, that she (as Ladybug) isn’t as perfect and composed as she thinks, and just... tries to get Zoe to have more confidence in herself. It’s mostly from Zoe’s perspective too, which I like since there aren’t a lot of Zoe POV fics.

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The Mer-Human Race by @rosie-b

Bringing her hand closer to his lips, Adrien tried to plant a kiss on it, but Marinette pulled away before his lips could touch her.

“Save it for your girlfriend,” she said teasingly. “Or do you still not have one yet?”

Adrien smirked and crossed his arms.

“It’s a girl,” he said. “And I know her in real life. That’s all you get. Now, let’s get back to planning, shall we? We have a mermaid to beat.”

Lovely world-building here! Merfolk and humans have had a treaty for a long time, so there’s a tradition where merfolk can challenge humans to a race, and whoever wins gets to ask for a reasonable sort of reward (in Marinette’s case, she wants to be allowed to captain a ship at a younger age than is usually allowed). Alya, Nino, and Adrien are naturally very encouraging towards Marinette, and luckily for her, a nice merman going by the name of Chat Noir shows up and challenges her to a race...

Yeah you can see where this is going XD. It’s fun, I thoroughly enjoyed it.

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Late Bloomer by @generalluxun

On what might very well be the last night of her life, Sabrina Raincomprix pulls out a very special scrapbook, pressed between the pages is the past, the past she has never shared with anyone. She relives how she got to this moment one page at a time, preparing herself for the end. A phone call interrupts her self-imposed exile and brings news that could change her life forever.

Even if it does though the question looms... change it how?

Sabrina-centric Hanahaki AU here! I love how it goes into Sabrina’s relationship with Chloe over the years, the good and the bad - and even what happens post Revolution. 

I love the description of some of the plants involved, and what they mean, what they represent. If you want a fic that delves more in Sabrina’s character and her relationship with Chloe, this is a solid choice.

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Slowly Fading (from my misery) by @wehadabondingmoment

“You’re looking awfully deep in thought today, minou.” Ladybug’s gloved hand stroked over his hair and Chat Noir closed his eyes with an unstable breath.

He got like this sometimes. Lately, it had been getting worse.

Or: Gabriel likes using the rings to order his son around. After a while, it starts having effects on Chat Noir as well. (The more often Gabriel commands Adrien to act a certain way, the more it gets ingrained in his mentality. He suffers because of it.)

This is a gorgeous fic. Adrien’s been puppeted around, forced to obey orders for reasons he doesn’t understand, for so long, so often that a lot of times his own body doesn’t even feel like his. A lot of residual orders keep on bubbling up and stopping him from doing what he wants to do, and he just... doesn’t understand why. Considering how Adrien looked in Pretension when Gabriel forced him to go to his room so he could talk to Marinette alone, and how desperately Adrien tried to head back there but couldn’t make himself open the door, how terrified and confused he’d seemed, I think his feelings here, his mindset, is pretty close to canon.

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Spread Your Wings by @myladynoire

Set before the Finale. Félix uses his Kwagatama to summon his father's memory and has a talk with him.

I love Colt’s characterization here, how we see his mindset, his beliefs, and even what made him the way he is. We have a limited amount of knowledge about him in canon, only having the play Felix and Kagami put on to go off of, but myladynoire made good use of it! I’m glad Felix got some closure here as well.

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Cheating Cat by @11jj11

When Emma and Isaac Dupain-Cheng realize that Adrien is Chat Noir, that can only mean one thing... that he's cheating on Marinette with Ladybug, and they're the only ones that know!

This is really cute, with Emma and Isaac being worried about Adrien supposedly cheating on Marinette and wanting to talk to Ladybug to stop her from dating Chat Noir. That’s not all that’s going on here, though - Isaac’s actually adopted, but he and Adrien are still related, which puts an interesting twist on the tale. There’s a reason he’s especially sympathetic to the fact that Adrien being Chat Noir means he would have had to fight his own father...

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A Mousey guest by charliepoet13

Adrien Agreste has finally managed to break away from his father and make his way out into the world. One faithful night, after settling down in his new home, he spots a strange guest.

Adrien X Multimouse fic here! So this is inspired by the Borrowers, with little people the size of mice living amongst ordinary-sized humans, and Marinette got a little careless here XD. But soon finds that Adrien’s friendly and not a threat. It’s adorable and reminds me of the The Littles book series that I read when I was a kid!

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Three Crazy Days by @lea-panthera

In which Marinette's mind is forced to stretch a mile.

So Bunnix drops off Marinette’s future daughter for her to take care of, who blabs that her grandfather is Hawk Moth, and then things quickly spin out of control XD.

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all of your flaws and all of my flaws (are laid out one-by-one) by @coffeebanana

Ladybug and Marinette have both been acting strangely since Monarch's defeat, and Chat Noir would give anything to know why—to be able to help them. He just...didn't expect his answers to come when Ladybug drags him to his father's statue in the middle of the night along with a bag full of spray paint.

If you felt unsatisfied with Adrien being left in the dark about Monarch, with Ladybug lying about Gabriel being a hero, this is a great fic to read. Marinette’s breaking down keeping this secret, seeing people treat Gabriel as the hero she told people he was, until she finally snaps and has to do SOMETHING, has to tell SOMEONE the truth. 

Which Chat takes pretty well! He knows how persuasive his father could be, and he’s mostly just relieved at finally hearing someone say that Gabriel wasn’t a hero. It’s still a lot to cope with though.

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@ ladybug by @hefoundme

Trending in Paris

1 · Trending #JusticeForPapillombre

2 · Technology · Trending Tsurugi Corp Trending with Tomoe Tsurugi

3 · Trending #LadynoirStrong

So this is a multimedia type fic showing various online conversations and things that would likely be going on in Miraculous Paris. It doesn’t really have a coherent narrative per se, and is more like a series of vignettes. It’s a lot of fun, like there’s a section going over Andre’s ice cream reviews, Alix talking with Max about how she’s worried about Alim falling down conspiracy rabbit holes, an image of the most popular google search terms for Adrien, all sorts of things! It must’ve taken a lot of work and I think it’s worth a look. 

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Don’t be a Stranger by @wackus-bonkus-maximus

Chat Noir has been fighting Chrysalide alone for years when one day, Ladybug appears. She seems to already know him, and is a little too eager to be friends. But the more she pushes for her and Chat Noir to reveal their identities, the harder she is to trust.

Written for Ladynoir July Prompt 31 - “In Every Universe”

This is an intriguing story, with a somewhat open ending. I don’t want to spoil too much about it - the plot hook in the summary should already give you a pretty good idea of the premise. It is a little strange seeing LADYBUG pushing for an identity reveal and making jokes during akuma fights, but given what’s happened, I could see why she’d try to do things that made her think of Chat.

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hands red series by katrinette

Summary for the first fic in the series, a serpent in these still waters:

Marinette's on her knees before her new king, preparing to swear the oath that binds her to serve him to the best of her ability.

To the man whose father had her parents killed.

Every word tastes like ash in her mouth.

Marinette’s plotting to overthrow the corrupt monarch, as the French tend to do. She doesn’t know King Adrien all that well, since he just ascended to the throne recently, but she’s certain that he’s just as bad as his father.

Of course, rebellion’s aren’t very effective without help, so after biting her tongue with the new king, she rants to her partner in crime, a man whose true name and face she does not know, but who she deeply trusts nonetheless: Chat Noir.

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Falling (sick) with you by @chocoluckchipz

Nothing would be easier than taking a pair of earrings off an unconscious Ladybug. Doing so would bring his mother back and end their decade-long strife. He shouldn't be hesitating when a chance of a life time presented itself to him. He should not be looking for excuses and reasonings as to why spending another twenty or so years fighting this woman rather than pleasing his father and giving his mother another chance at life was not such a bad idea after all.

Ah, I love a good enemies au! Even when they’re enemies, Chat is unwilling to hurt Ladybug. Though honestly, he makes himself out to be more of a villain than he actually is, it’s pretty obvious to everyone that he’s not trying as hard as he could to get her earrings. There’s very good reason for that.

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Lost Little Kitten by soliea0death

Monarch hasn't been seen for a while, but that doesn't mean that Ladybug and Chat Noir aren't still needed as the heroes of Paris. Also, the new holder of the rabbit miraculous may need some more practice when dealing with time travel. One-shot Ladynoir ;);)

This is adorable. Ladybug and Chat Noir find a toddler wandering around and try to find her parents, to no avail, so they decide to take care of her (well Ladybug said she was gonna leave her with Marinette, but you know what that really means). Of course Bunnix had to come to collect her since she was displaced from time, but neglected to say who her parents were...

Anyway this was adorable, and I loved the explanation for how, exactly, the little girl ended up in the wrong time period.

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Eat, Pray, Duck by @trishacollins

Gabriel Agreste split his twin sons apart when his wife died, keeping one with him and sending one to London with his sister. Unfortunately, the Supreme was not willing to let this be.

He wanted a matched set.

Felix is a weapon, a servant of the Supreme. On a mission to retrieve the stolen Miraculous.

In a world that has outlawed kindness, sometimes the most dangerous person is the one who chooses it anyway.

I love this glimpse at what might have been going on with Felix back in Shadybug and Claw Noir’s world, I did wonder what might have been going on with him. Poor kid, he managed to have it even worse than he did in canon. I really loved seeing his interactions with Luka, the Couffaines rebel through kindness it seems!

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Front Page News by @tiredfloridianbutverygay

Nadja couldn't sleep at night, not when there were still so many unanswered questions about the final battle. How did the Alliance rings seem to have the exact answer, to know exactly what to say?

Why did they turn everyone into a Miraculous-powered army? Why was Gabriel asking everyone to join with Monarch to help capture Ladybug and Cat Noir?

It was time to get to the bottom of this, and Paris' best investigative journalist was on the case! No stone would be left unturned and Paris would never be the same.

This one’s a pretty unique follow-up to the season 5 finale! I love Alya and Nadja investigating to try and figure out what happened with Monarch and exposing the truth, people deserve to know.

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Friends who kiss by @kuromori4

It’s been about a week since Shadybug and Claw Noir’s goody-two shoes alternate universe counterparts convinced them to betray the Supreme and join the Resistance. And while they are determined to be better… It hasn’t been easy. While both Shadybug and Claw Noir have a lifetime of problems to untangle if they want to be good people, they realize a new look doesn’t magically make you a nice person. As if that weren’t hard enough to deal with, the two ex-Villains struggle with defining what their new relationship might be.

I love the two of them talking things out, and struggling. Shadybug in particular is still very prickly and prone to making snide comments about Adrien, even though she doesn’t really know him, and she still hasn’t totally come to terms with her own true feelings about Claw Noir. Though by the end they um. Figure that out, I guess you could say XD.

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Dragon by @liiinerle

Tomoe keeps telling Kagami about the importance of her heritage, but refuses to tell her what that heritage is. When Kagami looks it up for herself, she finds a lot of interesting information, a lot of frustration, and a deep and burning question - which Tomoe refuses to help her answer.

This is a Kagami character study, with Kagami questioning her mother’s actions, but knowing that standing up to her is a no-win proposition. It doesn’t help that D’Argencourt’s mirroring some aspects of her mother’s behavior, with being upset if she doesn’t fight well, but also being upset if she beats him. There’s no right answer here, which leads her to take out her frustration on others. Luckily, Marinette’s there to calm her down, to talk things out with her.

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adrien agreste and the consequences of tweets making fun of yourself by Anonymous

Well, Adrien thinks, what’s the worst that could come from a few poorly thought-out tweets lightly ribbing his own civilian identity?

I love the focus here on how people just assume what Adrien’s thinking and feeling and act on his behalf, without actually waiting to see what HE wants, and Adrien’s growing frustration. How they create a version of him in their heads, but don’t care to check with reality to see whether he actually wants their “defense”. 

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Spin the Bottle by @kasienda

When the bottle cap comes to a stop dead center on Nino, Adrien’s both relieved and somehow more anxious.

His first kiss - not his actual first kiss, but still kinda his first kiss - the first kiss he will remember, will be with someone he deeply cares about.

But Adrien also cares what Nino thinks of him, so what if he’s a terrible kisser?

Nino offers him a reassuring smile, and he relaxes. Adrien glances at Alya for permission, and she just shoos him towards Nino.

Adrien turns to Nino, leaning closer. If his stomach had been squirming before, it now feels like a half dozen Kwamis have taken up residence in his gut. But Adrien doesn’t hesitate. He blocks out the presence of all of his friends watching, and instead focuses on Nino - like Nino is a stage partner in a photoshoot.

Except kissing Nino is nothing like a photoshoot.

...

Adrien kisses Nino in a game of Spin the Bottle, and then neither can stop thinking about it. Alya really likes how flustered her boyfriend is by all this. Marinette though, can't handle it and keeps running away.

This is a great Alya X Adrien X Nino X Marinette poly fic! I love them all talking out their feelings and realizing new things about themselves. Alya’s instrumental and bringing everyone together, though she, herself, is also nervous about confessing to her longstanding crush XD

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a rose by any other name by @asukiess

Adrien's scared Loveybug only loves Catwalker.

Loveybug's scared Chat Noir only loves her, and not Ladybug.

How does the rest of the saying go again?

So obviously, this is part of the Loveybug AU, where Marinette gets stressed by her responsibilities as Ladybug and wanting to get away from that persona, and adopts a new persona as Loveybug, complete with a new transformation. This is a really good glimpse of this AU, I really love the Ladrien (Lovedrien?) especially, with her talking out her conundrum with Adrien.

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The Two-Body Problem by @mixelation

Good news: they now knew how the akuma’s power worked, and the akuma had run off and given them time to regroup.

Bad news: the akuma’s power meant she was now in Chat Noir’s body, and Chat Noir was in her body. Her body, which was currently still Marinette.

Ah, I love a good body swap. This is set while Adrien and Marinette are dating, so he can’t help flirting with Marinette a little, even in these circumstances - which is a bit of a problem since Marinette doesn’t realize he’s her boyfriend. And also they’re in each other’s bodies, which makes it feel weird.

And then there’s the whole “someone is gonna need to use the Ladybug Miraculous” problem. It’s not as if Chat KNOWS that he currently has her Miraculous in his earlobes...

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Windows 5 + 1 by @dadplagg-mamatikki

A bet between Kim and Alix trigger a chain reactions of events where Adrien jumps out of windows.

I love this. Adrien needs very little prompting to jump out of windows, heck he’ll do it with NO prompting, it’s hilarious XD. Heck he even asked whether Kim would prefer a normal jump or a theatrical one! It’s really not that surprising though, considering how we’ve seen Adrien dive from the top of his rock-climbing wall onto his couch.

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I know there’s been pain this year (But it’s time to let it go) by @ninadove

“What? Nooo! Adrien doesn’t hate Christmas.”

“Are you absolutely certain? What was he like last year?”

“Well, he —”

Marinette furrowed her brow, scanning her own memories. Of course she was absolutely certain. At least, she thought she was.

Okay — she could not ignore that Adrien had run away from home that night, wandering the snow-covered streets to escape the freezing cold of his own home. Nor could she brush away the disintegrated Morris column, cataclysmed for the crime of bearing his own face.

Oh, and the shaky videos circulating on YouTube. That musical number was… Concerning, to say the least. Still, it was no smoking gun.

Right?

“Oh my god,” she squeaked, plopping down against the counter. “Adrien hates Christmas.”

I love Marinette and Felix doing their best to cheer Adrien up, it’s adorable. Especially Marinette’s attempt. It’s very Marinette, I laughed out loud XD. There’s a lot of senticousin bonding here, so if you like that, this is a good one to check out!

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A Shadyverse Holiday by @lucid-ao3

The duo's curiosity grew after the encounter with their alternate selves from the Shadyverse. What was this other world like, and how were Shadybug and Claw Noir doing in the aftermath of their visit?

It's the polite thing to do, after all, for a superhero team to check in on their parallel universe counterparts and wish them happy holidays.

That is, if there's any happiness to find...

[In which Ladybug and Chat Noir take a holiday trip to the Shadyverse.]

I love this glimpse of the Reverse World, and how it makes Ladybug and Chat Noir question whether their own is really so different, if things could have turned out in their own world the way they did in the Reverse World - for better or worse.

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what makes a human (am I?) by GraceM_TheStoriedLife

Adrien comes to Marinette's out of nowhere. Usually Chat is her rock. Tonight, it's her turn. (Or, in which Adrien discovers some secrets he's not prepared for and Marinette is as Marinette-y as always.

So Adrien discovers he’s a sentimonster and immediately runs to Marinette for support. It’s as cute and angsty as you’d expect. She is, of course, very supportive of him. Also some discussion of Gabriel being abusive, since both she and Nino had been trying to get Adrien to see that. Especially with how, exactly, Adrien found out he’s a sentimonster. He can relate a little better to Felix’s experiences now than is healthy, I’ll just say.

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Caught In A Multimouse Trap by @a-flaming-idiot

Adrien was having a rather slow morning. That was until he discovered a tiny superhero trapped in his home and decides to be a bit of a hero even out of his suit.

This was adorable! Adrien does his best to care for the little miniature superhero caught in a mousetrap, bandaging her up as best as he can (thankfully only her tail got caught so it’s more of a phantom pain than an actual injury) and just... it’s really cute.

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fine line by @bbutterflies

“Catwalker?” Loveybug asks.

“Hmm?”

“Do you remember… what happened before us?”

“What do you mean?”

“Before we were heroes. Was there someone else?”

Catwalker goes quiet for a moment. “I don’t know,” he finally says.

This is a surprisingly angsty take on the Loveybug AU. Here, since the Loveybug and Cat Walker transformations are so unnatural, they’re having negative side effects on Marinette and Adrien, causing them to be constantly exhausted and even to get amnesia the longer they continue using them.

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You’ll be the prince and I’ll be the princess by @mexicancat-girl

With Team Miraculous now full-time holders, Ladybug has them patrolling in pairs like her and Chat Noir.

New partners Pigella and Purple Tigress get along phenomenally, their easy banter and similar wavelengths making working with each other a joy in and out of combat.

But sometimes Tigress is surprised just how close she is with her partner. Sometimes she tries not to feel too guilty thinking about it.

There’s some nice Julerose here! I love them kinda getting into a lovesquare with each other, though it’s not as much of a problem as it is in canon since it’s reciprocal in every relationship and they’re both down for a poly. It’s fun, and I love the “Luka attempting to woo some of his love interests” plot going on in the background XD.

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Plans Aren’t Everything by BeeRye

Feeling a bit fed up with constantly having her dates with Marinette cut short, Kagami sets aside some time in order to plan the perfect outing for the two of them. Despite being the holder of the Miraculous of the Black Cat, she believes one day of romance isn't too much to ask for. As long as she treats it all like she does everything else in her life, the results she wants should come to pass.

She doesn't quite know what to do if that ends up not being the case.

This was adorable and captured Kagami’s mindset well, she decided, rather optimistically that she could just brute force the date into going well. Unfortunately, that’s not gonna stop Hawk Moth. Fortunately, Marinette has her own back-up plans...

[v3nusxsky]

Hey ^^ could I request a Larissa x fem!reader where the reader is bratty all day so when the school day is over Larissa shows reader where and to whom reader belongs. Of course smut and maybe small aftercare? You can use any kinks you see fit for their dynamic (I’m kinky person so I don’t mind anything really xd)

thank you and hope you have wonderful day <3

My brat 18+

*Authors note~ my last request (was at the time I wrote this) and I'm all officially caught up for my darling Larissa Weems <3 two new requests but here's some long awaited smutty goodness*

Trigger warnings~ brat r / dom l mommy kink overstimulation oral toys punishment praise/degrading fucked dumb

Prompt~ see ask^^^

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Yours and Larissa relationship was common knowledge around the walls of Nevermore. At first it was staff members only but soon enough the students started to put two and two together and came up with four. Truthfully neither of you mind the school knowing, all they knew was that you and their headmistress had the kind of love written about in books and seen on movies. The type of love that you dream of wishing to someday have as your own. Then again that being said, they knew what you showed them what happened behind closed doors would always remain private, just for the two of you. And that's how you liked it.

This particular day you had only morning classes and truthfully you were bored. Larissa was busy as usual, not able to give you the attention you wanted, no needed. You weren't above playing dirty to get it either and that's how you formed a plan to gain it. You would break every rule the two of you had agreed on. Every. Single. One. Oh and when she found out you were in for the night of your life. Or so you hoped.

By the end of the day Larissa was hanging on by a thread, you had sent over pictures, voice notes, detailed texts that looked more like essays of what you desired her to do to you and even gone into your toy box to add to the pictures. Safe to say she was truly in need of playing with you, but clearly that's what you were aiming for so naturally she had to make you wait. To achieve that she stayed later than normal in her office after sending you a simple text, one she knew would absolutely drive you wild.

Arriving to your shared chambers she found you exactly where she'd told you to be. You sat on the edge of the bed, head tilted downwards in submission, stripped bare for her. She praised you as she stepped off also. She instructed you to lay flat on your back and she made quick work of restricting your arms and legs. A blind fold neatly placed over your eyes, ensuring you couldn't see a thing. "Now what was it you said earlier my love? Please remind me" she murmured into your ear before retreating to admire her handy work. When you failed to answer her question she brought her hand down against your thigh, delighting in the way it instantly reddened as you yelped out "fuck mommy I said I want you to treat me like a toy and use me till I can't say anything but your name. That I'd be so good for you mommy, touch me, do anything you please just god mommy" you finished reminding her of a few of your texts to be cut off with a moan as her fingers teased your soaked core.

"Such a pretty slut all laid out for mommy aren't you? My toy to use isn't that right?" She purred before moving to grab something. You were left anticipating what would happen, just which of your fantasies would she be acting on today? The answer was given quickly as you felt the vibrator being strapped to your aching cunt. Only when it was secured did Larissa move away from you with a final kiss and get settled in, perfect view of you. She wanted to watch every little reaction you would have as she edged you over and over. To watch you come so close to getting some release before she cruelly ripped it away from you.

With a simple click of the button she was able to do exactly that. You were edged 5 times for the amount of times you had sent pictures of yourself to her that day. By the time she switched it off and untied it from you, you were desperately begging her to give you something, anything just more. She couldn't help but laugh at how pathetic her toy was. "Oh darling, look at you, look at how needy you are for your mommy?" All you could do is whimper at her, "please."

"Oh my pretty whore, your needy cunt is leaking all over the sheets, is that all for me?" She purred coming up to free you from the blindfold. "All for you mommy, all yours" you whined still unable to move your limbs to get what you wanted from her. She moved to help your head tilt forward to see just what a mess you were making, the sight alone causing you to whine for her "mommy touch me"

"Oh no, I was going to give you what you needed, but my slut has lost her manners" she reprimanded you while moving to straddle your head. "Now you're going to be my good little whore and please your mommy and prove you deserve to cum" she commanded before lowering herself onto your mouth. Just like the eager slut you truly were you immediately started to use your mouth, exactly how you knew would drive her wild. You were instantly rewarded with pleasured whines and mewls. You couldn't help but moan at the taste of your lover, the vibrations around her aching pussy only aided her climb to the edge of climax.

Although you were pleasuring her she remained in complete control, ordering and controlling your every action. That fact drove you absolutely wild. "Such a good slut for mommy darling make me cum all over they dirty mouth of yours" was moaned out from the women above you, spurring you on despite the fact your tongue and jaw were tiring you were determined to please your lover. It wasn't long until you were rewarded by a loud high pitched moan and wetness flooding from her core. You made sure to lap up every last drop before she removed herself from your face, laughing at how you were trying to dart your tongue around your chin in an attempted to get the slick that coated your chin.

In your distracted state, Larissa had time to complete strap up and join you back on the bed, teasing your entrance and coating it with your own slick. "Such a dirty girl for mommy hmm, you're so wet you don't even need lube darling" she hummed out in a teasing manner knowing exactly how needy you were. She loved how you lay there still tied up completely at her mercy and ever so desperate for her. Your whines of need were certainly getting uncontrollable even though you were trying to hide them in an attempt to behave. "Beg" she purred into your ear, you immediately let out a string of desperate pleas, only to be cut off turning into moans of pleasure, by feeling her length pushing into you and stretching out your dripping cunt.

It was almost as if Larissa could feel how your walls milked the fake cock for all it was worth, her thrusts becoming frenzied with every whine and whimper you released. Your hips bucking uncontrollably to meet her ruthless thrusts begging for harder, faster and deeper. This time she gave you the permission you needed to let go and you did. Over and over again as she forced orgasm after orgasm from your tired body. "Mommy can't no more, please mommy" you whined pathetically knowing nothing would stop the women from achieving what she wanted. "No darling, you wanted this now you're going to shut up and take it like the filthy whore you are for me" she commanded while untying you and flipping you over before slamming back into you. She knew it wouldn't take much to throw you over the edge one more time, and with her pace and a quick bite to your shoulder, you came with a loud cry. She gently brought you down from your high loving just how blissed out you were. Half hooded eyes, shaking limbs, mouth gaping open as you tried to formulate a sentence. Here, like this, Larissa was sure she'd never had such a beautiful women in her bed. And neither did she want anyone other than you bellow her.

After disappearing to gather a cool wash cloth she immediately started to clean you up as you whined and whimpered in protest. "Hush darling, im just cleaning you up my love I promise, no more okay? You did such a good job for mommy, such a good girl for me." She reassured quickly hurrying to be able to join you in bed and hold you close. That was how you drifted off to sleep, blissfully fucked into a dumb state and snuggled up to your love. For you there wasn't any better way to end the night.

Word count ~ 1578

[victorluvsalice]

-->And then, pumpkins! :D Because Petey included a couple of pumpkin-carving stations and a special pumpkin display made out of platforms on the second floor, and I wanted the trio to get in on that. Smiler and Alice went first, making a pale orange smiling pumpkin and a white cat pumpkin respectively, while I kept Victor busy looking at the handful of pumpkins Petey had included in the display. He then took over Smiler’s station once Smiler was done (they carved a Masterpiece of a pumpkin! Victor’s and Alice’s were just Excellent, which, still great), while Smiler chatted with Alice and checked out a pumpkin themselves. Once everyone was done, I made sure all the pumpkins were lined up on one side of the display, properly preserved (so they won’t ever rot), and lit up –

Then had Alice take a picture of them all together! :D Which proved to be a BIT tricky, as my initial attempts to get her lined up had her looking at the pumpkins from a very awkward angle, and then when I got her straight on, Victor’s elbow was in the corner of the shot. XD I just zoomed in as much I could while keeping all three pumpkins in-frame and took my wanted snaps, playing around with filters and sizes a bit as I do. (What can I say – I like variety. And the medium picture size.) And once THAT was all settled…

-->It was time to turn off autonomy for a little bit and set up the tripod for some group pictures! :D Which, again, proved to be a little trickier than anticipated – I initially set up the tripod in front of the display I’d made with the mini-cowplant and the falcon, but when I sent the trio over there, the interaction first just canceled out, then the camera just kept beeping for ages while the three lined up around the SIDE of the tripod. And then I accidentally canceled out the interaction AGAIN by accidentally moving the camera trying to get Alice to try the picture again. I decided that they probably didn’t have enough room with the camera facing the side wall display and turned it around so the backdrop would be the specters-in-jars display and the stairs up to the bathroom, prompting Alice to try one more time. Again, the camera timer beeped for AGES, making me worry that something was wrong –

But I did eventually get to take my pictures! Whew! I promptly had fun putting everyone into various poses (silly, romantic, and just plain random) and taking a variety of small and medium-sized pictures. :D Gotta commemorate the moment, after all! And I will never stop loving that the tripod allows me to take group pictures of the three. :D It’s great, it really is.

-->With the final goal of the date (well, sort of – the date ended at Gold level right before the actual picture-taking took place, but it was MY final goal for the date anyway) sorted, and Victor and Alice’s energy flagging a little, I figured it was time to wrap up the holiday. I thus had Alice put away her camera and tripod, directed Victor and Alice to share an intense kiss (since Victor and Smiler had locked lips earlier), then sent the trio back home –

[fanfic-chan]

Hello there! Can I have tickletober number 12 or 10 with lee Kageyama from haikyuu? The lers probably just his teammates from karasuno XD

Ok. So uh. This was actually a request that I got last tickletober, but unfortunately I never got to fill it due to lack of time. However, I still liked the idea I had for this prompt a lot, so I kept it! I'm truly sorry for how ridiculously late this is, but here it is regardless! Almost an entire year late!^^` I sincerely hope this somewhat makes up for the ridiculous amount of time it took me to get to it haha!

Hoodwinked

Lers: Karasuno Teammates

Lee: Kageyama

"Ugh! Stop laughing and get me out of this already!"

Kageyama growled in frustrated embarrassment at his teammates' hysterical laughter, cheeks burning as he continued to struggle around uselessly in the much to small sweater.

He wasn't really sure how he'd ended up accidentally grabbing Hinata's hoodie instead of his, but regardless of how it happened, he was really regretting it now, with his arms flailing about awkwardly over his head and his cheeks burning with embarrassment as he tried to pull it off without much luck.

"Aww come on Kageyama, don't be like that! Don't you think you should try to be a little nicer to the people you're asking for help from? Hmm~?" Tanaka teased as he made his way over to his irritated kouhai, giving his exposed side a little poke for emphasis, and he barked out a surprised laugh when the action caused the younger to jump away from him with a surprised yelp.

Feeling both inspired and a little mischievous by the grumpy setter's reaction, the older player continued to pepper his underclassman's torso in teasing pokes and scribbles, causing the poor first year to fall into a fit of barely stifled giggles as he blindly tried to stumble away from his devious upperclassman, only for Noya to soon bounce over with a giggle and join in not a minute later, leaving him trapped with no way to properly defend himself against their antics.

"AH! N-Noya?! Mmph! Ehehehe-mhmphehe!! No! G-Gehehehet offa me you jeheherks!! Lehehet go!" Kageyama demanded, trying his best to sound angry, but not really doing a very good job of it through his barely muffled giggling.

Tanaka and Noya both shared a look with eachother. He wasn't fooling anyone. Everyone in the club knew by now that despite his cold looks and stubborn personality, Kageyama really did enjoy fun moments like this. He would just sooner die than admit it, and it didn't take long before the duo had the poor setter sinking to the floor in ticklish defeat, giggling happily despite his earlier protests.

"Should we help him?" Asahi asked, an amused, if slightly concerned look on his face as he observed their underclassmens' antics. Daichi couldn't help but chuckle a little at the funny scene himself. "Hm... Nah. Let's give them a minute. The kid seemed kinda tense today anyway. They won't push it to far." He decided, sealing the poor first year's fate as he turned away to continue changing.

Upon hearing Daichi give the closest thing to his seal of approval for such chaos you could get, a few others soon joined in, Kinoshita and Narita taking it upon themselves to gently pin the younger players kicking legs down to avoid any unintentional injuries and Ennoshita doing the same with his flailing arms, helping to undo the already halfway off hoodie while he was at it.

Hinata had practically sprung at the chance to mess with his best friend, a bright smile on his face despite the fact that it was his own hoodie that had undoubtedly just been stretched out.

"Hehehe~! Tickle Tickle Bakageyama!!" He teased as he kneeled down to start scribbling underneath his knees, and he laughed when this action caused the ravenette to spasm, his giggling finally turning into pure, unfiltered peals of laughter.

"NYAH!! NAHAHAHASTAHAAP!!" Kageyama squealed, eyes squeezed shut and body squirming as much as he could manage with them pinning him the way they were, which unfortunately for him, wasn't a lot. "TH-THIHIHIS IHIHISN'T FAHAHAIR!!"

"Are you gonna stop being such a grump then?" Ennoshita asked, sounding an awful lot like their traitorous captain, who was for some reason uknown to Kageyama, allowing them to proceed with their chaos.

"BUHUT I WASN'T EVEN BEHEING A GRU- YAAAHAAH NO!! OKAY! OKAY OKAHAHAY I WILL! JUHUHUST LEMME GOHOHO ALREHEADY!!" He pleaded, giving in, and Ennoshita finally waved the others off of him, ruffling his kouhai's hair with an amused smile before standing up.

"Hehe- Ehehehehe! Th-Thahahat was sohoho uncahalled for..." The setter complained through excess giggles, muttering a bashful word of thanks when Tanaka helped him to sit up and handed him his water bottle, which he chugged gratefully.

"Oh come off it Kageyama, you know you were having just as much fun as the rest of us. You're just to stubborn and embarrassed to admit it. Isn't that right kouhai? Hey! I see you smiling! Don't hide from me!" The second year teased, giving his flustered underclassman's side a friendly tweak when he tried to cover up his blushing face from the callout.

"Ah! Ok ok fihihine! It was... It wahahas... It was kinda fun ok? Cuhuhut it out, hehehe.." The setter finally admitted in a giggly whisper, ears reddening as he nervously looked around to make sure none of their other teammates had heard him. Thankfully, the majority of them had already turned away to start changing and digging through their bags again, and the setter chuckled a little when he spotted Hinata whining about his, now stretched out, sweatshirt. Served the little jerk right for joining their senpai in destroying him.

He grumbled a little under his breath when Tanaka merely laughed at his embarrassed state and ruffled his hair as he stood up, offering him a hand up as well.

"Whatever you say Kageyama. Come on, I'll buy you a meatbun at Coach's store since I'm the one who started this anyway. Think that'll be enough for me to convince you not to get revenge on me?" He joked, smiling as he pulled him to his feet.

"Hmm. Maybe... Throw in a milk carton and you've got a deal."

"Haha! You got it kouhai!"

[manjiroscum]

◍HIIII IT'S ME AGAIN!! 〜(꒪꒳꒪)〜

Can I request all the bonten members reacting to their (S/O, Y/N , Reader) sneaking behind them so they can scare them? I just want chaos today after crying my ass of because of the embarrassment earlier (｡ﾉω＼｡)

I just thought of Ran hitting his S/O with his baton thinking it's an enemy--- and the chaos that happens after that- also, love your writing there and maybe I'll request for something hot to match your page! It's fine if you're not planning to write this! Just want some chaos today

Hello pinku pink anon! (*ﾉ・ω・)ﾉ♫ love how your words are in pink ꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖💖 Sorry if this took long anon, I-I was out... partying XD *pats you* I hope this made your embarrassment disappear babie.

And thank you for shooting me a request! (っ˘з(˘⌣˘ ) I hope this is as chaotic as you wanted! <(￣︶￣)>✨ I had to alter some stuff, so I hope you don't mind. Thank you for reading my works too 🥺🥺🥺 it means a lot to me!

Character/s: All of Bonten

Warnings: Crack, cursing, mentions of violence, fem!reader, and fluff. Semi-proofread. Characters are all in their timeskip form.

Prompt: Scaring your lover, who is a member of a dangerous gang, may not be such a good idea but you can't resist the urge to catch them off guard.

-ˋˏ Mikey ˎˊ-

Scaring this man is almost akin to making it rain in the desert. Mikey is not someone who easily gets scared and would often laugh at those who do. Still, you take it as a challenge to scare him, especially when he least expects it. Try and jump on him from behind? He will only stare at you as if you grew a second head. Show him a video with a jumpscare at the end? Dude won't even flinch. You have to get creative to achieve a good reaction.

And what better way than to coat yourself with fake blood, with a fake knife on your chest—making it look like you got stabbed. You then waited anxiously for his arrival, standing by the door. The moment he came in, tired from a long day of meetings and wanted nothing more than to lie down with you, he didn't expect you to grab him from behind. Moaning and wailing as you did so, watching as his emotionless eyes fill with something of surprise and concern after flinching.

As you were pointing at his face, laughing and grinning victoriously, your merrymaking was cut short when it looked like he was about to cry.

"[Y/N], don't do that ever again..." He whispered, clutching your bloodied shirt in fear of you disappearing right before his eyes. You could see the corner of his eyes glisten with unshed tears, hands trembling like a scared kitten that made you instantly regret doing it. You immediately apologized, offering a hug to which he didn't decline despite the fake blood staining your skin and dripping onto the floor.

-ˋˏ Sanzu ˎˊ-

Hear me out. This man right here will probably be the easiest to scare but doing so will produce terrifying outcomes. You once heard that the Haitani brothers had to be rushed to the clinic after getting shot in the leg when they attempted to scare Sanzu into thinking he has been kidnapped. Another was how Koko scared him by hiding his stash of his favorite 'candies' and claiming they were taken to the incinerator along with their victims. You didn't have to ask Koko what transpired after based on how he avoided the topic whenever it was tossed into the table.

You were quite curious too about how your crazy lover would react if you tried to scare him. There was no way he would hurt you, right? He loves you and you know he would never... right?

Despite the rational voice in your head saying not to, you did so anyway. Dressed up in a killer clown getup, you held your prop tightly which was a fake butcher's knife you bought at the dollar store. And so, you waited in the dark in your shared apartment.

"Baby, I'm home!"

"Boo!" You screamed, running up to your pink-haired lover while running up to him, waving the fake knife around.

"Holy fuck!" Sanzu screamed, grabbing his katana behind the door where it was usually placed and unsheathed it. The sight of the blade instantly made you halt on your tracks and start running away from Sanzu while yelling at him to stop. Suffice to say, that would be your last attempt at scaring him.

-ˋˏ Ran ˎˊ-

Ever the bastard he is, when you're watching a horror film, he would often tease you whenever you flinch or cover your eyes. He takes delight in seeing you tremble, clutching to his arm and seeking his protection. You begin to think that the egotistical bastard is doing it on purpose, making you watch these horror films to have you shrink into his chest. Would even scare you by making you watch those videos with jumpscares. So when you asked why he isn't bothered by such imageries, you found yourself rolling your eyes at his answer. Obviously, he would claim nothing scares him at all.

It has then become a life mission of yours to scare him shitless.

With help from Rindou, you then learn from him that Ran was scared of the famous Jason Voorhees character. And so, without wasting time, you found yourself waiting for him in your shared bedroom in your little getup.

"Doll? Where are you?"

You heard Ran question from outside, trying to find you. The bedroom door then swung open and the moment your boyfriend flicked the light switch on, you emerged from your hiding spot to jump on him from behind.

"Shit! Fuck!" Ran's hearing was sharp, hand taking his baton and struck you, missing your head and aimed your hand instead. Fake machete falling to the ground as you cursed in pain. Hearing that it was you behind the mask, he paled immediately. The rest of the evening was spent applying ice on your hand.

-ˋˏ Rindou ˎˊ-

Unlike the older Haitani, Rindou is probably the hardest to scare—second to Mikey. Even if you try and make him watch all sorts of horror films to those with gore scenes, he would hardly budge. Probably because he is used to seeing grotesque scenes every day with his job, Rindou is like a rock most of the time.

You know better than to jump him from behind, though. With how you've seen him react so fast whenever Sanzu tried to sneak up from behind which usually ended with the pink-haired nursing a headache or a sprained hand, you knew better than to scare Rindou that way. Still, there was always something.

"Are you sure this would scare him?" You asked Ran, who nodded as he shoved you the wig he bought.

"Don't worry, this will definitely work. Just trust me."

And so you did, now standing in front of the bed waiting for your lover to wake up and see you in the getup you wore. Seeing him stir, you fought back a giggle as he squinted at your appearance as he sat up. Purple irises bore at your own purple contacts to the wig that matched Ran's old hairstyle back then. Even the baton you held was identical to Ran's.

"What the fuck is this shit?"

It was eerie, to say the least. Rindou then shut his eyes, refusing to leave the bed with you looking like his brother, two-toned braids and all. Even groaned when you imitated the older Haitani's voice, flopping down next to him.

"I'll kill him..." You heard Rindou mutter underneath the blankets.

-ˋˏ Kakucho ˎˊ-

The type to indulge you in your little attempts to scare him. That doesn't mean he gets scared easily but when he knows it's you, he'll go the extra mile to appear terrified even if you are only dressed like a common white sheet ghost. You knew you had to get creative to capture that pure look of terror from your boyfriend's usually stoic face.

So, when he saw whom he thought was you, dressed up as a ghost, all he did was gasp softly before chuckling.

"Baby, you scared me..." He fought back a chuckle, approaching his love with arms wide. "Shouldn't you be dressing up for our date this evening?"

"Babe, who are you talking to?"

Exiting from your hiding spot, not wearing a ghost outfit but the dress you were going to wear for tonight's dinner date, you fought back the laugh bubbling on your throat at Kakucho's bewildered expression. Shifting his glance between you and the person dressed up as a ghost—who was actually Sanzu that you roped into your plans—Kakucho paled before pulling out his gun, pointing it at the imposter.

Luckily for Sanzu, Kakucho was easy to reason with.

-ˋˏ Takeomi ˎˊ-

Sorry, but I don't think this old man would be the type to get scared at all. Probably because he is Sanzu's older brother so he has seen some shit that would put horror films to shame. Still, it doesn't hurt to try. But even if you are dressed like a zombie that is on par in appearance with those in Resident Evil, he would only stare at you in wonder.

"Babe, you could've at least gasped or anything!" You complained, sighing as you start to wipe the makeup off of your face after hours of meticulously applying it just to scare your boyfriend. Lighting a cigarette, Takeomi shot you a small smile.

"You did well on your costume though. Good job on that."

"Perhaps I'll dress up as one of your cancer sticks for you to take a second look!"

Takeomi laughed.

-ˋˏ Kokonoi ˎˊ

Scare him by jumping from behind? The dude will probably laugh and stick out his tongue at you. But doing the same while holding out a wad of cash next to a lighter, giggling like a madman? Koko would definitely scream in horror.

"[Y/N]! What the fuck are you doing? Why are you going to burn that cash? Have you gone insane?" Koko yelled, reaching out to try and swipe the lighter away. The game of you avoiding his hands and him trying to reason with you went on for a few more minutes until Koko's hand swatted the lighter, making it fall to the ground and start burning up the carpet below you both.

Fortune was on your side when you both managed to put out the fire before it burned your whole living room.

-ˋˏ Mochi ˎˊ-

Dress up as any monster or ghost, the dude will probably flinch if you scare him from behind. Might even lecture you about frightening people afterward. He would say it is rude and you might scare someone who has heart problems, causing more trouble. However, the moment you are out of earshot, he would chuckle and shake his head.

"You must understand, [Y/N]. What if you happen to scare someone else and they have a heart condition? What would happen then? Do you think Bonten or I have the time to deal with such things?"

"Sorry, Sir. It won't happen again."

[justyoursicanon]

{another one of these huehue. prompty 6 with Bing and Google(romantic/platonic either suits) and prompt 9 with Dr.Iplier and Dr.Henrik(romantic)}

Ohhh! Looks like I'm gonna do alot of writing rn! xD

Let's start with prompt 6! ^^

Prompt: 6. "Do you want a hug? "...." "I'm gonna hug you now, just push me if you don't like it."

Google harshly brought it's meta fist onto the wooden desk again out of frustration. The request that it received from Dark earlier was to hack into a certain folder and file that someone stole from their security files. Whoever stole it must have been a real smartass if their making Google hack into it for more then 5 hours and still not getting in.

Google sighed while threading its fingers through its hair and stared at the laptop screen in front of it, it's extensions had asked it if it needed help but Google denied and replied this was its job and did not want its extension having a hard time as well.

Just then Google heard his door crack open, he turned and glanced at its door and saw someone peaking through the crack. Their face was unable to be seen from a far but Google easily scanned them and found out it was Bing. It rubbed it's forehead and turned its chair in the direction of the door and asked. "What do you need Bing?" Google asked and Bing fully opened the door and closed it behind him. "You alright Googs?" Bing asked with his hands in their pockets. Google sighed again. "Not well at the moment. This wall that the file is hiding in has given me such massive impact of what is called frustration and is only getting worse as I still not succeed into breaking in." Bing nodded and watched as said frustration was now visible to the android's body posture.

Google's fist tightening, its fingers rubbing their forehead every once in a while, and the distant beeping. Bing thought for a moment then removed itself off the door. "Do you want a hug?" Bing asked and received no answer from Google, who was trying to figure out why they asked that. Bing walked forward and softly took Google's hand and made it stand up. "I'm gonna hug you now, just push me if you don't like it." And proceeded to hug Google.

Google mostly stood still, hands slightly away from Bing's sides as it felt Bing's soft arms around it's body. The hug was... nice, which was unusual to Google. This feeling was odd to it but not in a bad way. Google felt it's fans slow down and it brought it's arms to wrap around Bing as well and tried to hug back. In which led to Bing hugging him a little tighter.

When they parted Bing smiled at Google, and Google felt something near its face heat up. It can discover that another time but it felt relieved after the hug. "Now, let me help you with that wall." Bing offered and Google nodded. A possible smile crawling up to its lips but faded as soon as it sat back down.

Now for prompt 9!

Prompt: 9. "Come on it'll be fun!" "*sigh* if you say so."

Henrik watched as Dr. Iplier hurried but gently organized the last mess from his desk, Henrik can already feel the excitement from the other just vibrating off of him. "Slow down Edward, you could possibly make another mess if you hurry so much." Henrik said but by the time the words fell the other doctor was already done. Edward wore his coat again and passed by Henrik to grab his cardigan and gave it to Henrik. Leading him to chuckle and accepted it.

As soon as Henrik took it Edward dragged both of them out of their offices and the hospital and back home. Along the way Edward kept happily talking about how this surprise would be amazing. But Henrik just gazed upon his lover. Barely listening to whatever he was saying. "I'm not sure Edward, you sure the others won't barge in on us again?" Edward chuckled. "don't worry Love I promise it won't happen this time. And this surprise will be the best!" Henrik smiled but scratched his neck nervously. They arrived back at their shared home and Edward gently took Henrik's hand and smiled. "Come on it'll be fun!" Edward said and kissed his hand. Henrik sighed but smiled back lovingly. "If you say so."

And as promised, Henrik was greeted with a smooth music playing and scented candles around the kitchen and dining table, on the table was lightly covered in roses and the amazing smell of food was currently cooking. Henrik didn't ask about how Edward planned all of this but he was so happy he had a lovely partner like him.

and that is done! Go ahead and ask more if you like, I do enjoy writing these ^^

[spiltscribbles]

Prompt: Pro Athlete Sirius because that my and Remus' kink

~Notes: OMFG VICTOrIA!!!! I FUCKING SCREECHED!!!! lkadfjlaksdgjoiaejfalskdgjioeugisfkldshg Yes tis my kink as well!!! And then I saw this from Nonny and worlds collided and BOOM! I hope you like this my love<3<3 You incredibly talented sugarplum!!! TBH I want to write a thousand more things in this AU XD

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When Remus was young— surrounded by the light breeze of the Welsh coast and the harmony of birds chirping in the distance— he would follow his mother to their small garden behind their cottage  at the cusp of twilight as his father cooked their supper, and he’d watch as she laid flat all sorts of newspapers written in French and Arabic and English, watch as she brought her red pen against the ink and marked the articles with underlines and shorthand he wouldn’t understand for years still.

He asked her once, when he was barely eight years old, why she bothered to keep up with so many different publications, why she read the same story penned by countless perspectives when all the facts stayed the same at the end of the day. And he remembers how she had let out a quick, shrill of a laugh, tossing back her golden head while sucking in a puff from the bubbling hookah she had set up besides her— a habit she acquired from her Algerian, refugee parents, and one that became synonymous to those late nights in Remus’s eyes.

“Facts can be wielded to someone’s personal vendettas, Remus John,” she had crooned in that adoring way of hers whenever she spoke to him— honey eyes that were the same color and shape to Remus’s own flashing alight and their matching smiles going crooked in her stunningly beautiful face. 

“Oh.” Remus had replied, still confused as all get out but was perfectly fine with just holding his small vigil, watching her beneath moonlight and the soft glow of their outdoors lamps, as he listened to the shuffling of papers while she commenced this odd quirk. 

It’s a decade and a half later—  as his editor for the Phoenix, a small, but bustling online editorial that plans on dethroning the likes of Politico and Vox in only a matter of years, scans his latest findings on the corrupt boosters linked to MP Avery from Leeds— when Remus thinks he suddenly understands what his mother, with her keen eyes and pixelated air, had meant by facts in how they can be colored differently simply by the words surrounding them. And he wonders if one day soon, one of his bylines will join her little stack of stories, if she’ll be proud of him even if she says as much even now, when he’s a lost twenty-something stumbling through life in the capitol and barely making it as is, between his actual job and the gig he has at the coffee shop nearest his dingy flat he shares with three other blokes.

“Mmm, this is good, Lupin,” Dorcas declares after what feels like an eon, dropping her long, dark legs from where they were lounging leisurely on her desk and scuffs out her cigarette in a pretty, glass ashtray. “Send it over to Flores to look into deeper, maybe it’ll corroborate the info she’s already gotten from her sources.”

Remus feels himself bristle, hopes that it doesn’t show, that his face stays passive as he contends, “I think I should at least help her write the expose, I’m the one who got this bombshell.”

“That’s not how it works, sweets,” Dorcas toots, tossing back her dark head of curls as she rises, perching on the corner of her desk delicately and looking down, straight into his gaze. “I know it’s frustrating, but you’re fresh blood. barely six months here, but Alice has been with us for years. This is her baby, and we’re just here to nurture it.”

“So I’ll have to wait another ten months, at least,  to get the same treatment?” He argues in an admittedly petulant way, making Dorcas laugh endearingly, and Remus is suddenly,  searingly reminded of his age, and how he’s the youngest staffer that this London based news outlet has on hand. 

“C’mon, love, it won’t be that long for someone as sharp as you, just be patient, and don’t try to pull a Zoe Barnes on us, yeah? You’re far too pretty to clean up on the rails of  the tube.” Dorcas tousles a hand into his dark tawny curls, and Remus holds back the roll to his eyes that he feels willing up inside of him as he stands fully.

“Thanks Cas.”

She smiles beatifically, and throws him a wink. “You’re joining Emmy for the report tomorrow on those United footballers and their fundraiser for the hospital, yeah?”

“Bright and early,” Remus replies, still feels a bit miffed that he was chosen to write up the charity function, considering he doesn’t know a lick about football and doesn’t really get on with anyone who does. But Caradoc— their typical sports reporter— is out sick with the flew, so it’s on him. “I’ll have it on your desk early enough so it’ll be published by tea time.”

“Good man,” Dorcas says in thanks, picking up her crowing cellphone before waving him off.

Remus isn’t all that surprised when he strides out of the office only to find Benjy Fenwick sitting against the opposite wall, knees pressed to his chest and quickly scrambling up when he catches sight of Remus. Sometimes it’s impossible to believe that the bespectacled man in front of him is one of the top editors for the Phoenix, that he’s a regular corespondent for places like the BBC or CNN— that his rebukes against the piss poor inquiries waged during PMQs have become more anticipated than the sessions themselves. Remus tends to forget all of that when he sees him like this, messy haired and wearing a graphic T-shirt with some marvel superhero embossed on the front. “Wotcher Remus.”

“Hiya Remus says, smiling softly and rocking back on his heels. “You wanted to talk to the sergeant then?”

“Huh? Oh, no, no. I didn’t want to talk to Dorcas, I just— Erm, I know you were showing her that stuff you got from that intern, Pettigrew, and i know you were chafed about not getting any opportunity here so—“ He trails off, scratching the back of his head and studying a point over Remus’s shoulder, and it’s all too endearing, and Remus is so beyond thankful he’s made such a good friend here.

“No cigar,” he says in answer to the unspoken question, shrugging noncommittally even if he feels like shit over it.

Benjy nods, face contrite in a way that tells Remus he never thought it would’ve went otherwise. “I’m sorry, that’s bollocks.”

“’S whatever,” Remus shrugs off the apology, begins walking down the hall and straightening his report to hand over to Alice. 

“Ah,, erm. We can get a drink, yeah? In commiseration,” Benjy offers, and Remus stilts only for a beat before continuing the twisting trail to where Alice is set up with the more senior members on staff. And he feels only sorta bad about wanting to refuse. He knows that if he says yes, it’ll mean something different to Benjy than it does him, that he’ll probably take it as Remus finally giving into his pestering and deciding to actually go out with him, even if he’s refuted the other four times he’s asked as much. Remus’s simply just too busy trying to get a footing in this city, and trying to figure out where he’s suppose to go from here, and what he’s suppose to do. And yes, Benjy is cute— a complete Seth Cohen archetype. And he’s sweet and smart and funny enough. But Remus is really not in the mood for doing the whole flowers and wine and candle lit dinners shtick, had gotten enough of that while still with his university boyfriend. And yeah, he’s only just turned 24, but he already feels too old and too jaded for that sort of puppy love— even if Benjy’s got a good decade and some change on him.

Probably sensing his hesitation, Benjy is quick to rectify the offer. “I’ll ask Mary, and Fabian too, and a few others. We can make a night of it, just some drinks on a Friday after work.”

Stalling by the last turn to Alice’s desk, Remus looks at him from over his shoulder, and sort of hates himself for being such a soft hearted fuck sometimes. “Yeah Benj, sounds nice. Just let me know on the group chat, yeah?”

Benjy grins, much more genuine than his awkward quirk of the lips from earlier. “Yeah, good call, I’ll let the others know pronto.”

“Aces,” Remus says, tosses him a obligatory thumbs-up before finding an expectant looking Alice who’s tapping her foot impatiently.

Yeah, today is so bloody shit.

.-

Surprisingly, the round of drinks turns to another and then a third and fourth and Remus is currently nursing his fifth mango margarita on Benjy’s tab, and he actually feels lighter than he has since taking the job at Phoenix, feels bright and bubbling and like absolutely nothing could be wrong as long as he’s got this drink in his grasp and he’s sitting with the handful of reporters and photographers from the office that don’t all have sticks up their asses. It’s fun, it’s good. So obviously it couldn’t have lasted.

Mary is currently cackling about her Uber driver from last night who asked her all sorts of well meaning, but incredibly dense questions about her hijab— a freshly poured glass of coke in one hand, while the other is tangled into her girlfriend Emmy’s. And From his left Remus can hear Fabian ribbing Frank on his crush on Alice, while Benjy scoots intermittently closer as they watch Kingsley and Marlene sparring over something to do with a Kardashian or TikTok trend or whatever the fuck else— The guy has resilience, Remus has to give Benjy that.

“Right, who’s buying next?” Marlene asks, abrasive as ever while scrolling through her phone, ostensively finding something to prove her point against the managing editor.

“Reckon it’s my turn,” Benjy crows, standing up smoothly and glancing down at Remus with a nervous sort of half grin.

“Just a water for me, ta. I need to sober up,” Remus tells him, feels proud that he didn’t even slur slightly. Benjy bobs his head understandingly, and Remus turns to ask Marlene about her latest tinder hookup which always is a good laugh, but then he catches on it. On the sound of the pub’s doors flinging open, followed by a raucous crowd of athletic looking guys probably only a bit older than he is, clambering indoors. 

They’re all so very sixth-form, broad grins and slapping each other’s shoulders with jeers, topped off with loud, bark like laughter that makes it obvious to Remus that these wankers think that they’re some sort of group of gods amongst men, roaming around like everyone should fall to their feet and offer everything they have. It makes Remus roll his eyes so far back that it feels like he might’ve sprained them. They just give off this exhausting aura that reminds him of a past boyfriend in tenth year who was on the footie team and who’s favorite activity was either making Remus feel lucky enough to go out with someone so popular, or dragging him around like some sort of bloody trophy.

To put it nicely, Remus sorta hates them on sight. So when he sees one of the tossers— regrettably the brightest of the lot who’s all pearly teeth, and glittering eyes and incredibly impressive shoulders that tape off to a narrow waste in an objectively infuriating matter— swivels up to the barkeep and jostles Benjy on his way, well Remus doesn’t hesitate to dart forwards to tell him off.

“Oi, watch where you’re going, yeah?”

Benjy and the bloke who looks like he might moonlight as a model for Calvin briefs for when he’s not lounging in a yacht off the Tuscany coast, both turn to him at the same time. Benjy looking abashed, and the aforementioned tosser preening like the cat who’s just caught a canary.

“Sorry, love. Didn’t see you there,” he says in a delightfully deep tenner, giving Remus an appreciative once over, and Remus absolutely despises how the action makes him feel both thrilled and irritated. “Trust and believe, I wouldn’t have looked away if I saw you.”

“Not me, arse.” Remus spits back, refuses to pay any credence to how his cheeks have begun to flush. “You bumped into my mate right there, the one with the tray of loggers.”

The tosser darts his almost molten gray eyes over to Benjy for a sparing second before he laser focusses back onto Remus, the most phony expression of contrition all over his face. “Sorry to your friend,” he says the descriptor like a joke that no one else is in on. “Let me buy you a drink in sorry for the one I made slim here spill.”

Remus is officially unimpressed, hopes that his flat tone gets it across. “You’re an arse.”

“You’re mouthy,” he retorts, looks like it’s something he greatly appreciates— delights over even. 

“Ah, ’s fine Remus, really. I’ll just bring these back and get us a new glass.”

“Listen to slim, Remus, he’s got the right idea.” The tosser hurriedly interjects, strutting close enough to him that he makes it so Remus has to tip his head back just slightly so not to drop his gaze. “I’m Black, Sirius Black, just to get the pleasantries out of the way.” His leer tells Remus that the name should probably evoke some response of aw into Remus, but all it does is make him sound so egregiously pretentious that Remus wants to smack his own bloody head against a dry wall and stay in the hole until this ruddy Sirius bloke leaves him the hell alone.

“Good for you,” he says instead of all of that, and spots Sirius’s friends from behind Sirius chuckling and elbowing one another. Evidently this is a line the tosser uses frequently, and Remus is pleased that he might be one of the first who aren’t at all impressed by the grandiose way he introduced himself.

“Hah, you know I’m use to the pretty ones playing hard to get, but I’m really feeling here that you’re not exactly liking my company, love.”

Remus sucks in a frustrated breath through his nose, shouldering past Sirius and taking the tray of drinks from Benjy before storming back to their table where the others have begun openly gawping at the scene— Marlene outright squawking with Fabian just as Remus takes his seat.

“Don’t,” Remus warns them all as he silently says fuck off to the water and instead gargles down one of the loggers. And if he has to steadfastly not turn around for the rest of the night towards where he can feel Sirius’s gaze burning into his back— well then so be it.

.-

The next morning, Remus has to puke twice into the toilet, and gulps down three aspirins just to stave off his bloody hangover from the night before where he decided that getting properly sloshed would prove as a good technique to not end up making out with Sirius in some dark corner— or regrettably the backseat of his car. And if he does still remember flashes of ranting to him about how insufferable preppy, rich boys actually are while Sirius gazed at him endeared— well Remus just decides to purge it out along with the stomach acid. It’s not like he’ll ever see the douche again.

.-

He meets Arthur— one of the accountants who also helps out by taking photos for more low key news stories— outside the hospital where the conference will be taking place with the Manchester United team. There was a scrimmage that they all played with some of the kids in the cancer ward that occurred at around eight in the ruddy morning, but thankfully Remus didn’t have to show up until an hour later when the team presented their big shiny check, to the big, shiny hospital. 

However, Arthur has been here for hours, so he’s beyond chirpy and looks like he’s downed three cups of espresso as he chatters on about his son Percy starting secondary school, and his eldest, Bill, getting an award for his reading prowess, and all the strange craving his wife has been having throughout her pregnancy with the twins they’re expecting any week now. And Remus loves Arthur, he does— one of the sweetest folks he’s ever met— but God, his head is still thrumming from those misguided tequila shots and he really just wants to get his three quotes, and write up the story so he can find refuge back in his sheets.

While Arthur has moved to talking about his wife, Molly’s, plans to open up a daycare in their refurnished garage, Remus scans his eyes over the familiar face of reporters from other outlets who look just as bored as him, and then to the stage where a woman in a sharply pressed suit is ushering for the group of football stars to join her, so that the conference can finally fucking begin. 

And Remus thinks that their faces are sorta familiar, probably from all the publicity they get on the telly— but then he freezes as he stops at one of them with dark brown skin, and thick rimmed spectacles— and he suddenly can hear him chatting about his redheaded girlfriend and drunkenly declaring that she’ll be the mother of his children some day soon. So he completely expects it when his stomach drops as he moves his glance just a bit to the right, being struck by pearly teeth, and glittering eyes and incredibly impressive shoulders that tape off to a narrow waste, made all the more infuriating by the tight kit he’s got on and the blazing number twelve splayed against his chest.

And fuck.

Remus runs through about a dozen scenarios in which he can make a discrete, or not so discrete exit before he notices him, but in tandem to his spiraling thoughts, the wanker actually looks forwards, and like a creepy metal detector, his quick silver gaze pinpoints onto Remus.

They stare at one another for a beat before his smirk goes wolfish, and he runs a hand through his artfully tousled hair in a way that practically screams, fancy meeting you here. And holy fuck he looks so mouth watteringly attractive with that faint film of sweat running down his neck, and how his smile pulls slightly more to the left, and how he’s looking at Remus like he’s his birthday and Christmas presents all rolled into one.

Remus suddenly hates everything— but most of all hates Sirius, and how bloody fit he is.

“Oh, you’re a fan then?” 

Starting, Remus shifts around slightly so that he’s facing Arthur completely. “Pardon?”

“Sirius Black I mean, you’re a fan?” Arthur asks in that abrasively congenial and intensely scrutinizing way that he treats everything. “I mean he’s a great player, but I know you don’t really watch. So I bet it’s all that charity work he does, yeah?”

“Charity work?” Remus echos, feeling like a floundering fish.

“Truly some amazing stuff.” Arthur pontificates, rubbing a hand against his jaw as he tips his head back. “I mean obviously I’m partial to the fundraising for Reporters Without Borders, but of course the things he does with the more impoverished kids is great. And I know Molly likes his very outspoken posts about being anti war and his annual live streams to earn money for refugees in those war torn nations, like the last one he did for Syria?”

“Oh—“ Remus says, feeling like his head is being overrun by a fountain of new information.

“Yes well, you don’t usually see athletes get into the thick of it with political issues, but I reckon he never really minded. I mean the fact he’s the first football star from United to have come out without any fanfare really proved that. Oh, I think they’re starting, I should probably get some photos before Dorcas gives me a tongue lashing.”

And as quick as the flash of his camera’s lends, Arthur is using his considerable height to get to a more advantageous spot towards the front, and leaves Remus in the dust, as if he hasn’t just obliterated his every assumption of Sirius from after that initial meeting.

And unbidden, the words his mother had told him so many years ago, about facts and how they can color a situation just simply based off the person who’s speaking them— flood to the forefront of his mind.

“Fucking hell,” Remus mutters lowly, gets jostled by Greengrass, a hawkish reporter from a rivaling publication who always has on the most wickedly sharp acrylic nails, and perfectly quaffed curls— as she waves around her certification to speak her inquiry.

“My question is for Potter,” she announces when the woman leading the event, McGonagall, points her way. “And I was wondering how early you boys have to rise for training during the season? And how intense the sessions are that Coach Hooch puts you guys through?”

Potter, the one with the redheaded girlfriend that Remus heard so much about last night between his ranting at Sirius, parts his lips, but it’s not his voice that ends up reverberating through the outdoors space. Instead, it’s Sirius, who’s shouldering him with a goading air, obviously expecting his comment to have only ended up in Potter’s ear and not caught by the mike.

“I wonder if Lupin will let me wake up with’m so he can let me get some real training done before practices, eh?”

And just as soon as his words pitter off, the entire crowd drops to a hush— quiet enough so that they could probably hear it if a pen dropped. 

Sirius’s handsome face— strong jawline, and broad but sharp cheekbones, and a long, narrow nose— goes suddenly ashen, and he flashes over to Remus as if he’s terrified that he’ll bite his face off.

God, what an idiot.

With a long suffering sigh, Remus plucks out the microphone from a slack faced Greengrass’s hand. “We can discuss the regimen afterwards, Black. Just meet me by the front doors and let your mate answer the bloody question.”

Everyone around them falls into laughter that’s caught between uncomfortable chuckles and amazingly amused cackling, but the only person Remus is paying any mind is Sirius, and how he seems to have gone absolutely incandescent, nodding electrically before miming the zip of his lips and gesturing for Potter to carry on.

Jesus help him, Remus has no idea what he’s gotten himself into.

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[kimistorm]

Dancing in the rain [Bang Chan]

Fandom: Stray Kids

Pairing: [Chan x GN! Reader]

Warnings: mentions of thunder, but it's depicted in a more serene view and not scary

Word count: 1.5 k

Requested by: SKZ8BLACKPINK4 on Quotev

Prompts: “Thanks, it's the insomnia."

Chan blinked awake when he heard the soft closing of the door to your shared room. He tiredly reached a hand towards your side of the bed and came up empty, but still slightly warm. It was one of those miraculous nights where the two of you were able to fall asleep at the same time, but it seemed like you had other plans.

He let out a yawn before sitting up in bed and looking around through nearly-closed eyes as he tried to figure out what was happening. It was still dark, and turning on his phone (through even more squinted eyes) told him it was a little after 4 am. He let out a groan from the fatigue still weighing down on his bones before falling face-first into his pillows. He was sure you’d come back, you were probably just getting water.

His eyes closed fully and he readjusted himself to get more comfortable, but it was no good. His mind was already awake. Felix said he was going to swing by later to drop off some cookies. And he needed to pester Changbin about sending him a sample of the rap he was putting together. What were you doing? He couldn’t hear the sounds of anything awake in the rest of your shared apartment. A cool beat started playing in his head and he tried to commit it to memory to transpose once he woke up. Maybe it was a beat that Han could use, he could imagine Han doing some lyrical rapping to it. Were you okay? It’s been a while. Oh, and is that thunder outside?

A groan of defeat emitted from his throat as he sat up fully and pulled himself out of bed. If he was awake, may as well try and do something productive. The carpeted floor was soft against his feet as he pulled open the door to the bedroom and headed out into the living area. He was going to head into the kitchen to grab a drink, but he noticed the door to the patio open, and that stopped him in his tracks.

He nearly let out a shriek when he saw someone on the balcony, but his brain caught up at the last second and realized it was just you. There was a warm smile on his face as he crossed the living room to see you on the balcony. Aided by the fact you left the door open, he silently slipped his arms around you and rested his chin on your shoulder in a back hug. “Sorry,” you rubbed at his arms that were around your waist, “did I wake you up?”

“It’s okay,” he murmured back in his warm, low voice. “What are you doing out here? It’s like 4 am.”

“As if you can argue against that,” you teased with a smile, “Mr. disastrous sleep schedule.”

He rolled his eyes at your jab, “thanks, it’s the insomnia. But,” he pressed a quick kiss to your cheek, “I’m still asking.” There was a flash of light followed by a rolling rumble that made him realize that yes. It was thunder storming outside.

“It’s raining.” He hummed in agreeance and nuzzled his face into your neck, “it’s wonderful.” You took in a deep breath and smiled as you inhaled the wet earth smell. The gentle pittering of the rain interrupted by thunder was all you could hear as down below, there was hardly a car on the street. There was another flash of lightning and you gasped as you saw it fork through the sky before there was a crack of thunder. “I kind of want to dance in it.”

That got Chan to open his eyes fully as he looked at you with concern and shock barely illuminated on his face. “You want to dance in it?” he repeated, not sure that he heard it in his still-waking-up state.

You stuck a hand beyond the balcony to let raindrops cover it and you were pleased to find it cool, but not hard. “It’s not bad. And tomorrow’s Saturday anyway.” Chan himself wasn’t super keen on getting wet in his clothes, especially because it was cold and he was definitely not going to wear swim trunks out there. “Do you want to dance with me?” But he was totally whipped for you. “It’ll be less than five minutes...probably.” He couldn't say no.

“Right now?” he couldn’t help but ask as he glanced down at his outfit to confirm that he was shirtless and in a pair of sweatpants.

You glanced at him with a bit of a spark in your eye as you nudged him, “after you put on a shirt.” You turned back to the rain wistfully, “it might pass soon.”

He gently tugged you back inside and you looked at him in confusion, “grab your keys.” You grinned at his small confirmation as you hurried to put on one of the light jackets you had left on the couch and your keys from the little box at the door. Chan emerged from your room with a light jacket covering his bare chest and the two of you slipped out of your apartment.

When you got outside, you let out a giggle of delight as you spun around under the downpour. It may have gotten harder, but you didn’t mind. Your sandal-clad feet stepped in several puddles and your joyful shouts seemed out of place in the otherwise silence of the night. You noticed Chan still standing apprehensively under the overhang in front of your apartment complex, “may I have this dance?” you asked as you extended a hand out to him.

His face melted into a smile as he looked at you nearly perfectly illuminated under one of the streetlights. “Can’t leave you hanging, can I?” he asked as he confidently stepped out to take your hand, “that wouldn’t be very gentlemanly of me.”

You smiled as the two of you did a janky version of the waltz under the falling rain. Your feet were soaked as you breezed through puddles and the sky continued to be punctuated with bursts of lightning and thunder. “Thanks Chan.” You murmured as you leaned into his chest, the two of you swaying in place.

“Anything for you babe.”

It was a gust of wind that caused you to sneeze that finally pulled the two of you back into the safety of the building. Your fingers were cold and clumsy as you shoved the key into the lock to gain access to your apartment and you couldn’t help but burst into laughter once the door shut.

“What?” Chan asked gently as he pulled you into another wet hug.

“Nothing.” You smiled, “just happy.”

Chan felt a smile grow on his face as well, your joy was just infectious like that. “I’m glad you’re happy.” He started pulling the two of you to the bathroom, “but let’s get dried off.”

It wasn’t long until the two of you were in dry, warm clothes and back in bed. You cooed as you ran your hand through his hair, as it got curly from the rain and the somewhat aggressive towel dry. “Felix is coming by later today.” Chan reported as the two of you cuddled and began to drift into sleep.

“K.”

Luckily for Chan, he was able to fall asleep. Though it felt like only minutes as he was woken up by rapid knocking and his phone vibrating wildly.

“Is that Felix?” you squinted as you stared at his phone. Your room was a lot brighter now that the sun had risen.

“Probably.” Chan groaned as he pulled himself out of bed. “You can go back to bed,” he protested when he noticed you were also crawling out.

“I’ll make breakfast.” You smiled as the two of you emerged from your room to answer the door.

“Took you long enough,” Changbin couldn’t help but bite in annoyance when Chan finally opened the door.

"You're not Felix."

Changbin scoffed, "feeling the welcome."

“Sorry,” Chan replied as he rubbed his face. "I thought Felix was coming over today."

“He is," Changbin agreed, "he was baking enough cookies to feed an army earlier today. Hey (y/n)!” your guest waved his hand as he noticed you in the kitchen making coffee.

“Hey Changbin, how’ve you been?”

“Did the two of you just wake up?” he asked as he looked between the two of you with slight eye bags and general ‘I just woke up’ vibes.

“Yeah.” Chan replied as he searched through the apartment for his laptop.

“Rough night?” Changbin asked with a smirk.

“Seo Changbin!” you shouted and threw a pot holder at him who easily ducked and ran away laughing.

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AN: Oops, I did not mean to disappear for over a month. I'm sorry!! Haha but inspiration struck (as usual) in the middle of the night, so apologies if this is a little messy as it's completely unedited (I didn't want to leave you guys hanging ^^;). On another note more related to skz, NOEASY! So excited!! I'm loving Felix's big hat and Chan's been getting way too comfortable with crop tops. Are you sure you're foive sir?? xD

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Intimacy prompt 34 and 37 for IronStrange pleaze?.

Oh I think Have I Ever is my favorite work of yours in intimacy because there's no way those 2 will get together without being dramatic first haha XD

Hey! Thank you for the ask, and thank you for the compliment, I'm happy you're enjoying these prompts!

Whew! I'm making some progress on these prompts!

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‘Do you regret it?’

Tony pulled up his sunglasses so he could give him the full effect of his unimpressed stare.

‘Am I supposed to pluck the context out of thin air, Strange? Regret what?’ he asked, flicking his sunglasses back into place, and sinking his feet further into the scorching sand. He heard the breath leaving the wizard’s lungs as he sat up on the blanket, the shift of bare skin across the fibers of it.

‘No, because you know exactly what I’m talking about.’

Groaning dramatically, Tony flung his arms out behind him to support his weight as he leant back, palms stinging from the heat of the sand, glorious, smoldering heat. He didn’t answer straight away, keeping his gaze locked on Morgan leaping through the frothy waves, Peter a few seconds behind her, just as excited.

‘No. No, I don’t regret it.’

His divorce with Pepper wasn’t something he liked to talk about, but their relationship was well past the point of idle chitchat. Hours wedged together on an alien spaceship would do that. They’d stared at death incarnate together, had given everything they could to stop Thanos, and that formed a connection between people, regardless of their backgrounds.

Magical or not.

Tony sat up, inching closer to the shade Stephen had refused to leave the whole time they’d been at Malibu, and taking a moment to eye up his milky white skin. The man looked like he could get sunburnt in the shade. Using magic to tilt the umbrella so Tony could share, Stephen scooped up the seashells Morgan had found earlier, gleaming treasure she had entrusted him with their safekeeping.

It made him smile, how seriously Stephen treated her, and it made an unusual sensation stir in his chest, a feeling he hadn’t felt in a long time, not since he’d first started dating Pepper.

‘I think she loved the idea of me, what I could be, what I would’ve been if not for Iron Man,’ Tony said suddenly, watching his kids screech as the Cloak chased after them, shaking water from its fabric, indicating it’d been dunked in saltwater.

‘I wanted to be that man for her, I really did, and she’s still one of the most important people to me, not because she’s the mother of my child, but because I love her. I always will, just not in the way she deserves.’

‘Tony, this wasn’t an excuse for you to start tearing your self-esteem into ribbons,’ Stephen scolded.

‘I’m not, I’m answering your question. I knew, we both knew as soon as I leapt aboard the alien doughnut that it was over. We tried to work past it, all of us left behind in the five years you guys were gone tried to cobble our lives back together, but it…’ Tony sighed, scooping up a handful of sand and gazing at the millions of sun-kissed gems, fragments that created a whole.

‘I get it, I suppose it’s hard to love a hero, it’s hard to understand…unless you’re one yourself.’

‘I don’t blame her for wanting me to give up Iron Man, I get it, I just…couldn’t. I tried, but as soon as you came to me about Thanos, I knew I had to go…I didn’t stop to think about how it might affect her, jumping on another suicide mission.’

Tony reached over Stephen’s ridiculously long legs to reach his can of lemonade he’d left there earlier, grimacing at the warmth of the liquid, but grateful for the way it soothed his dry throat.

‘What about you, asshole, you got a special lady?’ Tony asked, deflecting the conversation.

‘Nope, no special someone,’ Stephen stressed the last part, watching the kids in the water and inhaling deeply.

Now that Tony didn’t know. He should’ve really, after the flirty little wink he’d given when they’d first met, but Tony had chalked that up to the man showing off his impressive skills. Tony wasn’t arrogant enough that he couldn’t admit Stephen had an extraordinary repertoire of skills, and the man could fight…but he didn’t have to verbalize it.

Strange had a big enough head already.

‘You were right, this…this was needed,’ Stephen said, waving a hand at the beach, indicating the this. Tony was distracted by the tremble in his fingers, the slender scars across his fingers and the back of his hands, revealing the trauma, the pain he must have felt having pins in his bones.

He could understand that, the story scars left behind, the proof of their hubris.

‘Well, I promised you both, didn’t I? Once we got back to Earth and everyone was saved, we were going to have a holiday. No outer space travels, no insane alien overlords trying to destroy us. Just us, the sun, sea and warm lemonade,’ Tony held his up in a toast, grinning as Stephen grabbed his own can and clinked the side of it.

Morgan had stopped running in the sea and was now digging a hole in the sand with her bare hands, watching as the tide came in and filled it, trying to create a moat of sorts. Lifting her head, Tony watched the briny breeze tease her salt-crusted tangles away from her face. His love for her startled him at times, how he could love another being as much as this. He loved Peter too, the kid had been his driving force to discover the trick behind time travel, and he’d risked everything to bring him home.

Thinking about them both made other feelings surface too, black oozing things that he tried to suppress, negative feelings about why his own father couldn’t have felt the same, if one day he would treat Morgan and Peter with the same cold-hearted disregard.

‘Tony, hey douchebag, you alright?’

The sun overhead burnt his gaze gold as he lifted his eyes, leaving him dazed and blinking back tears.

‘Yeah, sorry, I’m good.’

‘You drifted away there…anything you want to talk about?’ Stephen asked, his tone careful, trying not to probe.

‘Nah, Doc, just my daddy issues rearing their ugly head again.’

Stephen looked at him then, his aquamarine eyes glowing from the sun’s reflection, and Tony felt like his gaze was burning back the layers he swathed himself in, piercing his body and reading his mind. He couldn’t explain it, but he’d always had the sense Stephen knew more than what he revealed, that he could see things in the fabric of the universe that Tony was blind to.

Fourteen million futures, each a glimpse of a possibility, how many more of them were out there? What else had Stephen seen?

‘Tony, you’re a wonderful parent,’ Stephen argued.

‘How would you know!’ He regretted the snap, knowing it was part of his self-defense mechanism, but Stephen didn’t know him that well yet to recognize it for what it was, and he opened his mouth to apologize when he suddenly found a trembling hand across his mouth.

‘Because I’ve watched you with them. I saw you with Peter on the ship, the sheer horror in your eyes when you thought you’d brought him to his death, I could literally hear your brain trying to think of a way to send him home. With Morgan, Tony, you worship the ground she walks on, you’re caring, attentive…’ Stephen trailed off, a slight redness to his cheeks as he let his hand fall.

Tony went to warn him that he was burning from the sun when he caught sight of Stephen’s gaze fixed on his lips. Feeling daunting, he let the tip of his tongue come out to wet his bottom lip, suppressing his laugh when he saw Stephen’s blush deepen, his gaze turning back towards the sea.

He could do one of two things here. Ignore what had just happened and go back to the carefree attitude they were enjoying at the beach, or address the issue and explore the possibilities of what it could mean for them. Despite how quickly his brain tended to work, the way it could create possible scenarios and see them through in order for him to select the best one, Tony found himself hesitating.

‘When you said it’s hard to love a hero…were you referring to yourself?’ Tony asked.

Stephen didn’t answer for a moment, his gaze now on the Cloak shielding the kids from the worst of the sunshine, its collar dipping down as it tried to examine the castle Peter was building beside Morgan’s moat.

‘It’s not hard to love you,’ Stephen answered, his words nearly lost in the breeze.

‘I’ll have you know it’s near impossible to love me,’ Tony joked, his mouth moving faster than his brain. ‘I’m a mess, I forget about people when I’m inventing, I’ll always put the safety of Earth before my partner-’

Stephen’s mouth on his made his ramblings stop, the touch of shaking fingers on his jaw felt like wind brushing over sunburnt skin, blistering and soothing in equal measure.

‘It’s because of those things that I like you,’ Stephen murmured against his lips. ‘It’s not the idea of you I love, Tony Stark, I know who you are. Fourteen million versions of you.’

Despite the surprise he felt at this revelation, the clench in his gut from the anticipation of what this could mean, Tony smiled against his lips, leaning closer.

‘Sorry I didn’t ask,’ Stephen whispered across his mouth. ‘Can I kiss you again, Tony?’ His free hand covered Tony’s on the sand as the other continued to sweep across his jawbone, down to his throat and back again.

‘I could be persuaded,’ Tony agreed with a laugh, pretending to fight off Stephen’s tongue invading his mouth, falling back to the ground dramatically. ‘Why, Doctor Strange, I didn’t know you had it in you!’ he mock gasped, wriggling away from Stephen’s lunge, and getting to his feet as he scrambled down to the water.

‘Prepare to eat seawater, Stark,’ Stephen growled from behind him, giving chase.

He’d never seen himself in this position five years ago, hadn’t been able to see past the frigid metal walls of the doughnut ship as he hurtled forward on his suicide mission, but he was glad events had led him here. Looking over his shoulder at Stephen’s skin gleaming in the light as he pelted after Tony on the beach, he screamed for Morgan to save him, cackling as she ordered the Cloak to stop the Sorcerer Supreme.

This wasn’t where he saw his life at all, divorced, a beautiful daughter, an all but adopted mutant child, a sentient Cloak and a potential wizard boyfriend, but he was happy.

For the first time in years, he could say with complete honesty that he was content with his life.

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Pining prompt 3. Character A secretly keeps a piece of Character B’s clothes to comfort them when they are away for Geraskier please?

Thank you so much for the prompt! XD

This um, turned out way longer than I intended. Oops ^^;

Fandom: The Witcher

Rating: G

Pairing: Geraskier, Geralt x Jaskier

Length: ~5K

Summary: Geralt discovers he finds comfort in Jaskier’s smell.

AO3

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The effect Jaskier's scent had on him had been gradual. Geralt had been searching his bags for a particular shirt, and couldn’t find it. He huffed in frustration as he stared at his belongings which were now dumped on the bed.

Jaskier glanced up from his lute, his fingers pausing from tuning it, “What’s wrong?”

Geralt sighed as he pushed his hair out of his face, “I can’t find my black button up.”

Jaskier snorted as he quirked an eyebrow, “Most of your shirts are black button ups. You’ll have to be more specific.”

Geralt frowned as he continued to search his bags. “You know, the one that…” he trailed off as he motioned to his side with his hand, “and has the rounded buttons.”

Jaskier rolled his eyes, “Certainly darling, it’s all so clear now. Let me check my bags to see if it got mixed up.” Jaskier set down his lute, walking across the room to his bags. It didn’t take him long to find a piece of black cloth among his colorful garb. “Here it is.”

He held it out to Geralt triumphantly. Geralt grumbled as he snatched the garment away from him, “Why was it with your things?”

Jaskier shrugged and sat back down with his lute, “It’s bound to happen with how often we travel together.”

Geralt stuffed his belongings back into his bags, taking off the shirt he was wearing and shoving it in with the other items. As he pulled the new shirt over his head the distinct smell of Jaskier entered his nose.

It wasn’t a bad smell. Jaskier was always careful with his perfume selection. Lately he had chosen subtle scents when he traveled with Geralt. His favorite as of late seemed to be sandalwood with a touch of lavender. Geralt had become accustomed to the bard’s scent, but rarely had he ever smelled it so close to his person. He found it… strangely calming. It must be the effects of the lavender. He shrugged off the feeling as he resumed organizing his things before bed. He slept very well that night.

~~~

He hadn’t started to notice the effect Jaskier’s scent had on him till later. They had been traveling for several weeks. No hospitable inn in sight. Occasionally they had been able to spend the nights in farmer’s barns, but otherwise they camped. The lack of baths didn’t bother Geralt, but it was taking its toll on Jaskier.

“You stink.”

Geralt grunted, “So do you.”

Jaskier whined, “I know. Let’s do something about it. Please.”

Geralt shrugged, “We took a bath in the stream.”

“Yes, but you didn’t clean your clothes.”

Geralt frowned as he glanced at Jaskier. He was currently searching for something in his pack. “I did too.”

Jaskier rolled his eyes as he pulled out a bar of soap. “Yes, you scrubbed out all the monster goo, but you didn’t use soap.”

“Why would I need soap?”

Jaskier sighed, “To make it smell nice.”

It was Geralt’s turn to roll his eyes. He grabbed his sword, checking it over for any signs of damage.

“If you won’t do it, at least let me,” Jaskier pouted. “You complain about my flowery scents all the time, but I don’t understand how you can reek of monster entrails and not be bothered.”

Geralt made the mistake of looking at Jaskier. His blue eyes combined with his pushed out lower lip broke Geralt’s resolve. “...What does it smell like?”

Jaskier brightened up when he realized Geralt was caving, “Nothing too strong. Citrus. A very clean smell.”

Geralt sighed and nodded his head, “Fine, but you’re the one cleaning them. I don’t care to rewash my clothes just so they smell nice.”

Jaskier jumped up and clapped his hands together, “Of course! Leave it to me!”

When Geralt’s clothes had finished drying, Jaskier handed them back to him with a bright smile on his face. “Here you go. Don’t they smell so much better than before?”

Geralt raised an eyebrow as he took a whiff of one of his shirts. Citrus, but there was also a hint of something else. The memory of when his shirt had smelled of Jaskier came to mind. That same calming scent was mixed with the citrus. He grunted in response before shoving them back in his bag.

Jaskier crossed his arms over his chest indignantly, “See if I ever try to do something nice for you, ungrateful.”

Geralt didn’t want to encourage Jaskier’s pushy behavior but his clothes did smell better. He mumbled a thanks before resuming tending to his swords. He wondered if Jaskier had heard it considering his quiet behavior. When he glanced over he saw a small smile on Jaskier’s lips and a slight pink on his cheeks.

Before going to bed that night he decided to change into a “clean” shirt. Jaskier’s scent enveloped him and he found himself easily drifting off to sleep.

~~~

When the two temporarily parted ways, Geralt felt strangely on edge. He had a hard time sleeping, usually tossing and turning all night. One night, when Jaskier had been away for a few days, Geralt had been digging in his bag and fished out a shirt that had been shoved to the bottom. Jaskier’s subtle woodsy floral scent wafted from the fabric. Geralt still had one of the “clean” shirts Jaskier washed.

He brought it to his nose and inhaled deeply. A calm feeling immediately washed over him. He shoved the shirt over his head, pulling his arms through. It took him no time at all to fall asleep.

He had worn the shirt as long as he could while they were separated, but eventually the smell of Jaskier had disappeared. He felt a pang in his chest at the thought, but was comforted by the fact that he would see Jaskier soon again. Once Geralt had finished his contract, and Jaskier his performance at a festival they would reunite at the discussed location.

Geralt found himself spurring Roach on so he could arrive at the town sooner. Although, the act was foolish. Jaskier wouldn’t be traveling any faster to get there sooner.

He was pleasantly surprised to see Jaskier already performing at the tavern when he arrived. Geralt couldn’t help but smile as he watched the bard bounce around the room, sweat covering his brow.

When Jaskier finished his set he skipped over to Geralt. He greeted him warmly as he wrapped his arms around his waist and pressed his cheek against Geralt’s chest. “Geralt! I didn’t think you’d get here so soon!”

Geralt took a deep breath. The soothing scent of Jaskier filling his lungs as Jaskier’s hair tickled his nose. He hummed as he returned the hug. “The contract finished early,” he lied. “What about you?”

Jaskier pulled back and laughed, patting Geralt on the chest, “Melitele favored me as well. I was able to hitch a ride with a farmer who was heading in the same direction.”

Geralt nodded, but was a bit distracted trying to take in Jaskier’s calming scent as subtly as possible. He found himself sitting closer to Jaskier when they sat down to eat. Warmth filled his chest as the smell of lavender, sandalwood and Jaskier enveloped him. Listening to Jaskier detail what he did during their time apart came second to Geralt enjoying the calm feeling that washed over him.

“Um… Geralt?”

Geralt snapped out of the meditative state he had fallen into when he noticed the anxiety in Jaskier’s voice. He pulled back, noticing he had openly moved into Jaskier’s space, his nose a few centimeters from Jaskier’s hair. He grunted an apology, “Sorry, I guess I’m more tired than I thought.”

A blush painted Jaskier’s cheeks. He nodded, “It’s okay… I got us a room earlier. We can head up now if you want.”

Geralt’s heart sank at the prospect of no longer being close to Jaskier, but it was probably for the best. His scent was becoming so hypnotizing that he didn’t seem to be thinking properly. He was behaving uncharacteristically.

His melancholy was short-lived when he saw the room had only one bed. His heart jumped at the prospect of sleeping next to Jaskier. Jaskier apologized as he set down his bag, “They didn’t have a room with two beds. I can sleep on the floor if you--”

“No!” Geralt quickly interrupted. He cleared his throat and calmed himself when he saw the shocked expression on Jaskier’s face. “What I mean is… it’s big enough. We can share… assuming you don’t mind.”

Jaskier laughed and waved his hand, “Of course not.” He pulled off his doublet, stripping down to his chemise and smalls. Geralt had to force his gaze away from watching Jaskier undress. He took off his leather pants and crawled into bed. He did his best to still his heart as he felt Jaskier slide in next to him under the covers.

Jaskier smiled shyly at him before turning away, “Good night.”

Geralt grunted his reply. Instead of facing the opposite direction he chose to stare at the ceiling. Jaskier shifted a bit, and a waft of his natural musk filled the air. Geralt frowned as he squeezed his eyes closed and tried to ignore the warmth pooling in his stomach. He had felt so relaxed by Jaskier’s smell before, but now… now he was feeling a different kind of way towards it.

Geralt gripped the blanket and rolled onto his side. He fought the urge to press up against Jaskier’s body and breathe deeply. The idea sent a shiver down his spine. He was so close. His Witcher eyes could easily see the outline of Jaskier’s body in the dark. The curve of his hips, his broad shoulders, the slight dip into his neck…

Geralt breathed in deeply to calm his growing arousal. That was a mistake.

He huffed as he shifted to his back again. He forced his eyes closed and tried to focus on something, anything other than the warm soothing presence of Jaskier next to him and how he wanted to do nothing but hold him close. Maybe run his hands along his body--

His eyes snapped open when he felt a gentle touch against his forehead. Jaskier pulled back slightly when Geralt jerked away. He had been so distracted he hadn’t even noticed Jaskier move.

“Sorry,” Jaskier mumbled, “You seemed to be having a fit. I thought you might be having a nightmare. I thought to soothe you to sleep…”

Geralt shook his head, “It’s… fine. I was only having trouble falling asleep.”

Jaskier nodded, fully pulling his hand away. Geralt mourned the reaction. If he was braver he would have asked Jaskier to continue what he intended.

“If you would like,” Jaskier spoke softly, “I could brew you some chamomile tea?”

Geralt shook his head. He didn’t think it would calm the thoughts swirling through his mind. He was coming to realize he had new feelings toward Jaskier. Feelings he didn’t want to confront.

“What can I do?” Jaskier hummed in thought, “Perhaps I can sing a lullaby?” Jaskier chuckled and shook his head, “Nevermind, that’s silly…”

“Yes,” Geralt responded before he could think. He quickly amended his statement when he saw the hurt on Jaskier’s face and realized he misunderstood. “I mean, yes, please sing for me.”

Jaskier’s face brightened, and he nodded, propping himself on his elbow. Geralt had always found Jaskier’s voice to be beautiful, but there was something special, enchanting even, about Jaskier’s voice when he sang acapella. He wondered if there were many who had heard Jaskier’s voice without an instrument accompaniment. The idea that he might be one of a few made his chest warm with a possessive energy he wasn’t used to.

The song Jaskier chose was soft and soothing, like most lullabies. Though the subject matter was not one you would sing to a child before bed. It was a tale of two lovers, separated from each other, and the longing they felt. It told how they counted each moment till they could be reunited. Geralt imagined how he would feel the same were he to be separated from Jaskier for a long time. As he came to this realization, he drifted off to sleep.

~~~

Geralt felt irritated and bitter. He tried not to let it show in his demeanor, but he was shit at it. Jaskier glanced at him worriedly, “I’m sorry you have to go to all this trouble--”

Geralt cut him off. It wasn’t Jaskier’s fault he felt this way. Not exactly. “It’s not that. I’m fine escorting you to Oxenfurt. I don’t mind traveling farther to ensure your safe arrival. I’m only upset I can’t help with expenses.” It wasn’t a complete lie. So far there hadn’t been any contracts on the way to Oxenfurt, but the real reason for his upset was the impending separation from Jaskier while he wintered in Oxenfurt.

Jaskier smiled, “You’ve covered for me often enough. Let me return the favor.”

Geralt huffed, smirking, “I suppose so. It’s about time you pulled your own weight.”

Jaskier squawked indignantly, “I pull my weight!” Geralt only hummed in response. Jaskier’s lower lip jutted out petulantly. The action made Geralt’s heart squeeze in his chest.

He reached out and ruffled Jaskier’s hair, wringing more frustrated noises from the bard, “We’re almost to the next town. You can prove it there.”

Jaskier glared, no real heat behind his eyes as he adjusted his mussed hair. “I shall. I’ll fill our purse with so much coin we’ll be able to rent the finest room, and our stomachs will burst with food.”

Geralt laughed, “I can’t wait.”

~~~

There must have been many traveling to Oxenfurt during this time of the year, for the tavern was fit to burst. Many patrons were more than eager enough to toss their coins to Jaskier as he pranced about the room. It never ceased to amaze Geralt how Jaskier was able to entrance the audience. Several women, and even some men seemed love struck as they watched Jaskier. He couldn’t blame them, but it didn’t stop a sharp feeling of jealousy from forming in his stomach.

Jaskier flopped down next to him, taking a break from his set. His smile was bright as he gazed across the room, appreciating the receptive audience. “See? I’ve barely even begun and I’ve already earned us more than enough coin for the rest of the trip.”

Geralt felt a pang in his chest. He was suddenly reminded that he would be parting from Jaskier soon. “Yes, you truly are a man of your word.”

Jaskier grinned, “Shall I get you an ale dear friend?”

Geralt stood, needing the distraction, “Let me. You rest.” Jaskier nodded, handing him the coin. He stalked to the bar and gruffly ordered drinks and food. Jaskier hadn’t asked, but he figured he would be starving after his performance. When he turned to head back to the table, he noticed a patron flirting with Jaskier. Jaskier was polite enough, but he didn’t seem interested in the advances of the drunk.

Geralt growled as he made his way back to the table. He slammed down their meals, startling Jaskier and the pushy fan. “He’s with me,” he snarled.

The man baulked at the size of Geralt before stumbling away, mumbling an apology as he left.

A blush covered Jaskier’s face as he reached toward his meal, “Thank you! I didn’t realize how hungry I was…”

Geralt nodded, suddenly feeling foolish at how he reacted. Jaskier wasn’t with him. Not really. Why did he say something so ridiculous? He shoveled a spoonful of the stew into his mouth.

Jaskier moaned as he ate the stew, “This is so delicious. I don’t think we’ve had a meal as good as this in a while.”

Geralt scoffed, “Vesemir’s cooking is better.”

Jaskier shrugged, taking another bite, “I wouldn’t know.”

The statement hung awkwardly in the air. This wasn’t the first time they had wintered separately, him in Kaer Morhen and Jaskier at Oxenfurt, but this separation felt different. Maybe it was because of his sudden realization of his feelings for Jaskier. Or maybe it was all in his head.

Jaskier stood up abruptly, “Well, the audience awaits.” Geralt watched as he left to finish out his set. He felt a sting in his chest.

Jaskier spent the rest of the night performing, almost in an attempt to avoid Geralt. Maybe it wasn’t all in his head.

Geralt sighed. If Jaskier didn’t want to see him then he wouldn’t force him. He’d go to bed early. If they got up early enough, they could make it to Oxenfurt the next day. Then Jaskier could be rid of him and his gloomy ways.

When he got to the room he saw their bags sitting on the beds. As he went to move them an idea formed in his mind. He frowned at his ridiculous idea, but the urge overpowered any foolishness he felt. He reached into Jaskier’s bag and pulled out one of his chemises. Jaskier would surely notice a doublet was missing, but an undergarment could easily be lost.

He pushed the fabric against his nose, inhaling deeply. The soothing scent of Jaskier temporarily calming the storm of emotions in his heart. He could still hear Jaskier’s music in the tavern below. He cleared off the bed and laid down, resting the undergarment next to his head. He could take a few moments to breathe in Jaskier’s smell. They would be separated for a while after all.

He wasn’t sure how much time had passed while he was zoned out, inhaling the comforting scent of Jaskier. He sat up with a jolt when he noticed the tavern was devoid of music. He glanced around their room, and sighed in relief when he saw Jaskier wasn’t in sight. He must have remained downstairs to flirt with a pretty fan.

He quickly shoved the chemise into his bag. He had been stupid, relaxing so easily with the fabric when Jaskier could have come in at any moment. He leaned back in the bed and tried to calm his beating heart. A few minutes later he heard the familiar sound of Jaskier’s boots on the stairs. He wasn’t quiet as he stumbled into their room.

Jaskier beamed when he noticed Geralt was still awake, “Oh! Geralt, I thought you’d be sleeping by now.” The familiar scent of too much alcohol entered with Jaskier.

Geralt grimaced, “I was, but then I woke up.”

Jaskier pouted, shutting the door behind him. “Sorry,” he slurred, “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

Geralt watched as he wobbled toward the mattress. Jaskier fell forward, shifting onto his back so he could pull off his boots. He struggled as he almost rolled off the bed. Geralt sighed and reached over to help him. “Why’d you get so drunk? We have to leave early in the morning.”

Jaskier tossed the boot with a grunt, “So ready to get rid of me are we? After I sang my lungs out all night to earn us coin?”

Geralt huffed as he watched Jaskier crawl clumsily onto the bed, struggling to get under the covers that were stuck under his knees. “That’s not… no, I’m just saying.”

Jaskier finally managed to pull the blanket out from under him. “If it takes us an extra day… that won’t be a problem, will it?”

“No… it won’t,” Geralt said softly.

Jaskier smiled, snuggling under the covers, “Good. I’d hate to be a bother.”

Geralt smiled fondly as he watched Jaskier turn and press against his chest, “You’re never a bother.”

Jaskier hummed, gripping Geralt’s shirt as he pulled him closer, “This okay?”

Geralt stifled a laugh as Jaskier fell asleep before he could respond. “Yeah… it’s more than okay.” He held Jaskier close as he buried his nose against his hair. This was probably the only time he could take in Jaskier’s smell like this. He’d savor it while he could.

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Jaskier groaned as he gripped his head, “Why’d you let me drink so much?”

Geralt snorted, “I didn’t. I went to bed. You decided to stay up and spend your extra coin.”

Jaskier lurched forward as he spilled his stomach contents on the side of the road. He whined as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, “Fuck… Geralt… carry me… please?”

Geralt rolled his eyes, “I’m not going to carry you.”

Jaskier stumbled as he walked next to Geralt, “Then we’ll have to make camp. I can’t continue like this.”

Geralt indicated to Roach, “You can ride Roach.”

Jaskier stared at Geralt in horror, “And sway back and forth with every step? No thank you.” He leaned against Geralt, staring up at him through his dark lashes, his blue eyes shining. “Please Geralt? My wonderful White Wolf, and hero of mine?”

Geralt’s chest bubbled with affection for the bard. He growled, “Fine, but just this once. Don’t expect me to carry you every time you’re hungover--”

He was barely able to finish his sentence before Jaskier was gleefully jumping on his back. Jaskier nuzzled his cheek against Geralt’s as he wrapped his arms around his neck, “Thank you!”

Geralt grunted as he gripped Jaskier’s legs, holding them up around his waist, “If I tell you to get off, get off. I need to be able to get my swords off Roach quickly if we run into any danger.”

Jaskier nodded, his nose burying into the crook of Geralt’s neck, “Mhm, I understand.”

“And don’t you dare throw up on me!” Geralt groused.

A shiver ran down Geralt’s spine as Jaskier hummed against his neck.

“I won’t,” Jaskier murmured.

Geralt’s heart skipped a beat as Jaskier’s hair brushed against his cheek. He instinctively inhaled, the calming scent of Jaskier filling his lungs and warming his chest. He tried his best to not focus on Jaskier’s warm body against his back, his legs wrapped around his waist, and his arms flung over his shoulders. The soft breaths against his skin, the closeness of Jaskier’s lips…

Fuck.

He gripped Jaskier’s thighs tightly. It was meant to calm his nerves, but the moan it drew from Jaskier quickened his heart.

“Are we there yet?” Jaskier groaned as he gripped his head in pain.

Geralt chuckled, “Jaskier… we’ve barely even walked five feet since I’ve started carrying you.”

Geralt couldn’t see it, but he could practically hear the pout in Jaskier’s voice. “I wish we’d never get there.”

Geralt raised an eyebrow, “You don’t want to go to Oxenfurt?”

Geralt felt Jaskier shake his head as he buried his face in his shoulder, his arms gripping around Geralt tightly, “Not really…”

Geralt frowned, “Jaskier… if you didn’t want to go to Oxenfurt, why didn’t you say something? We’re almost there!” He felt annoyed, but also relieved at the prospect of not parting with Jaskier yet.

“I mean… I do but…” Jaskier huffed then lurched to the side, vomiting on the ground.

Geralt grimaced as some of it splashed onto his arm. He’d have to change shirts. He sighed, helping Jaskier to the ground as he continued to empty his stomach on the side of the road. Geralt walked over to Roach and grabbed their waterskin. He passed it to Jaskier when he finished throwing up.

Jaskier took it gratefully, chugging down the cold liquid.

“Easy,” Geralt advised, “You don’t want to make yourself sick.”

Jaskier groaned as he wiped at his mouth, “I’m sorry about your shirt.”

Geralt shrugged his shoulders as he carefully took it off, “It’ll wash.” He walked over to their bags, and fished out a new shirt. As he grabbed one, the chemise he borrowed from Jaskier fell to the ground.

Jaskier picked it up for him, and was about to hand it back when he paused, “This is… this is my chemise… what’s it doing in your bag?”

Geralt felt his heart stop in his chest. His brain worked overtime trying to piece together a reason for Jaskier’s undershirt being among his clothing. “I, um… it must have gotten mixed in with mine during laundry.”

Jaskier frowned, “...but… I packed this in my bag last night. I’m sure of it.”

Geralt fidgeted nervously. He tried to keep his voice calm as his face warmed, “How can you be sure? You have several undershirts.”

Jaskier pointed at the stitching around the collar, “This one is my favorite. I made sure I had it packed before we left. I put it in my bag.” He looked up from the shirt. “Geralt… did you take this on purpose?”

Geralt swore under his breath as he ran his hand over his face, “I… Yes, I’m sorry.”

Jaskier stared at him in confusion, “...why?”

There were several reasons, all of which were embarrassing. Geralt couldn’t sleep without Jaskier’s calming scent, he would miss Jaskier, he liked how Jaskier smelled, he figured the shirt would help lessen the pain of separating from Jaskier… He decided to choose the more innocent sounding one.

“Your perfume…” Geralt started unsurely.

Confusion still covered Jaskier’s face, but he waited patiently for Geralt to explain.

Geralt huffed as he tried to formulate the words, “The oils you wear, it’s a very calming smell. I found the scent helps me fall asleep easier… I was… too embarrassed to say anything. So I took a shirt that had your scent… the scent of your perfume.” He added the last bit quickly. He couldn’t look at Jaskier, but with how quiet he was being, Geralt had to glance up to gauge his reaction.

Jaskier’s face was red as he nodded his understanding, “I see… you shouldn’t be embarrassed. Lavender has been known to help with sleep… I can lend you a bottle if you like? It’d last you longer than a shirt.”

Geralt forced himself to nod. He clenched his fists as he watched Jaskier put his shirt away in his bag. He knew the bottle of oil wouldn’t be the same. It wouldn’t have the hint of Jaskier’s musk that he found to truly be the reason for its calming effect. He needed Jaskier by his side while he slept. Hell, more than when he slept. He wanted Jaskier by him always.

He took the bottle of scented oil when Jaskier held it out to him. He gripped it tightly as he stared at it. After a moment he shoved it not too kindly in his bag and mumbled a thanks to Jaskier.

Jaskier smiled, “Anytime… I’m feeling a bit better. Shall we continue on?”

Geralt agreed and walked beside Jaskier as they continued down the path. Jaskier insisted he no longer needed Geralt to carry him. Geralt wished he did. It was nice having Jaskier so close to him.

Jaskier was unusually quiet as he walked beside Geralt. He glanced over at him and tried to determine the reason for his silence.

“Are you mad?” Geralt almost whispered.

Jaskier raised his head at the sudden question, “What? Mad? Why would I be mad?”

Geralt shrugged his shoulders. He wrung his hands nervously, “Because I tried to take your chemise…”

Jaskier laughed and waved him off, “Oh no, not at all. It was a perfectly innocent action. I just… I got lost in my foolish thoughts.”

Geralt frowned, “Foolish thoughts? What do you mean?”

Jaskiers cheeks reddened. He forced a laugh as he waved his hands nervously, “Oh, nothing. Just a ridiculous thought I had when I saw you had my shirt. I half wondered if you took it because you wanted something to remember me by while we were separated.” The words fell quickly out of Jaskier’s mouth. He waved his hand again as if to sweep the notion away. “Like I said. A silly thought.”

Geralt clenches his fists, and a small feeling of hope grew in his chest. “Would it… would it be so silly if that was why I took it?”

Jaskier stopped walking. He turned toward Geralt. “...what?”

Geralt stood next to him. He clenched his jaw as he worked up the courage to repeat what he said. “If I… if I took your shirt because I wanted something to help me remember you by… to have your scent with me to remind me of your smile and the like… would that be so silly?”

Geralt’s heart tried to force its way out of his chest as he stared at Jaskier, waiting for his response.

Jaskier’s eyes were wide, his mouth hanging open as he stared in shock at Geralt. When he caught up to Geralt’s words his mouth snapped shut. He quickly shook his head, “No… not silly. Not at all… but… but why? If you… if you don’t mind me asking…?” His voice sounded a bit hopeful.

Geralt took the tremor in Jaskier’s voice to mean he might feel the same as him. He reached out and took Jaskier’s hand in his. “I… ever since you sang that lullaby… I realized I felt the same as that couple… about you…” He squeezed Jaskier’s hand hopefully, “I don’t want to leave your side. Ever again.”

Tears welled up in Jaskier’s eyes. He rushed forward, wrapping his arms around Geralt’s neck. “Me too!” Jaskier pressed his face in the crook of his neck as he continued to cry, “I never want to leave you either.”

Geralt laughed in joy as he held Jaskier close to him. He spun him around, his feet lifting off the ground, “I love you Jaskier.”

Jaskier smiled as he pulled away to look at Geralt, “I love you--” His hand flew to his mouth. He stumbled away before vomiting again. “Fuck… Geralt…”

Geralt sighed, a small smile on his lips, “Let’s make camp. We can discuss where we want to go from here while you get some rest.”

Jaskier groaned, nodding his head, “Good idea.”

Jaskier smiled as Geralt softly pushed his hair away from his forehead. He found the warmth of his hand soothing against his skin. Jaskier’s eyes were bright as he gazed up at Geralt, “I love you.”

Geralt smiled back, planting a kiss on Jaskier’s forehead, “I love you too.”

Jaskier surged forward, launching his body at Geralt for a hug. Geralt laughed as Jaskier nearly knocked them both to the ground. The sweet smell of Jaskier surrounded him, and he knew he would never get tired of that scent for as long as he lived.

FIN

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Best Lovesquare-centric Fics And Series That Completed In 2023

So the majority of fics I read include the Lovesquare in some capacity, but I figured people might appreciate a list of great fics that really center around them, particularly romantically.

As with the other lists like this, these fics all come from my previous reclists for ML fics I really liked that finished during 2023. So if you like these, you might want to look through the collection I set up for all these fics.

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home is where the fight is by @rosie-b

Nadja Chamack’s voice greeted Adrien as he sat up straight, wiping his clammy hands on his pants and ignoring the black kwami floating by his shoulder. “—shocked to see our heroine fall in battle today, taking a direct hit from the akuma just as she detransformed. Parisians are torn between blaming Hawk Moth and Cat Walker for their roles in this tragedy, which ultimately revealed the civilian identity of Ladybug, Marinette Dupain-Cheng.” Adrien turned off the TV and lowered his head as his vision blurred. Written for Ladrien June Day 7: Injured

I adore this fic! Which shouldn’t be a a surprise, it’s no secret that I love Sentiadrien Enemies AU. Adrien’s so worried about Marinette getting hurt, and wishes that he could help keep her safer, could tell her what’s really going on or get rid of the ring or something, but he can’t. Still, he IS able to find clever ways around some of his father’s more problematic orders. Loopholes for the win!

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Patrolling with a friend for Christmas by @seasofsilver

Adrien just wanted to gift his Lady some time off and hang out more with Marinette during the festive season - it didn’t exactly go to plan, but somehow ended up… better?

This was adorable! Chat Noir tries to give Ladybug a break by recruiting Multimouse to replace her on patrols for a bit, and Ladybug returns the favor by recruiting Aspik to replace Chat. Yep, it’s Snekmouse!

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Under the Umbrella by @fruitdragon1a

Almost everyone has a soulmate. What are Adrien and Marinette supposed to do when they meet theirs? ML Secret Santa gift for Mei! Merry Christmas! Thank you to Now Loading and Rewan Demontay for beta reading this fic!

So this is a version of soulmarks I haven’t seen before. Around age six, soulmates get a soulmark that shows what their soulmate is thinking when they first meet them. Though I guess it doesn’t register while transformed, since it only counts for this one when Adrien and Marinette meet as civilians, and not when they first meet as superheroes.

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you don’t even know me at all (but I was made for loving you) by @ladyofthenoodle

They didn’t remember each other. The hospital told them there’d been an accident—brain damage—but Alya had told them the truth, later. Who’d they’d been to each other. What they’d given up, and why. But even with their memories of each other gone, Adrien and Marinette are still inextricably tied together—by law, by their social circles, and by their hearts. And in the apartment they share, there’s only one bed.

Yep, it’s the “there was only one bed” trope XD! I especially love how it was used here, how Adrien and Marinette are strangers now but they had a whole life together, and they pine for each other even without remembering, and how Marinette just can’t believe how in love with her Adrien is even though he doesn’t remember her. I loved the emotional turmoil the two of them went through together in the fic, and the resolution, it’s great!

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Until I Found You by @linnieluna

Working their way up to a settled adulthood, Marinette and Adrien, now 23, gain a reason to believe that they are expecting—way earlier than they ever planned. Still unwed, it evokes a revelation on Adrien’s behalf. Was it time to take the next step forward?

I loved the emotions here, how Adrien and Marinette reacted to the results of the pregnancy test, how complicated their feelings about it were - and how it prompted Adrien to take action. It’s a really sweet fic!

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From school bells to wedding bells by @linnieluna

When the superhero duo takes on another exhausting fight against an akuma, Chat Noir does what he never hesitates to do and takes a hit for his partner. The problem being: neither of them knew what power the akuma possessed. That is… until he is transported into the future. More specifically, to his friend Marinette’s wedding.

Ah I love time travel fics! Older!Marinette’s surprised, Younger!Adrien’s bewildered, and Older!Adrien is off knowing exactly what happened and giving his younger self some subtle heads-up. 

It gives Adrien something to look forward to, to cling onto, through bad days in the future at least!

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u + me = love by @xiueryn

Marinette has a massive crush on Adrien. He has a crush on the superhero, Ladybug. When he says the only person he’ll invite as his plus one to an event is Ladybug, Marinette takes her chance to romance him for the night. AU. (a fanboy and fangirl start to date.)

This is just a fun Ladrien story. Ladybug is happy to oblige in Adrien’s fantasies, and no one else believes that he’s actually dating Ladybug.

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Miracoffee by @pauliestorylover

Ever since the last Mr Pigeon attack over nine months ago, Hawkmoth has fallen off the face of the earth, seemingly for good. There’s never been a better chance for an identity reveal—but after keeping her identity a secret for so many years, Marinette feels incredibly nervous about one. When Chat Noir accidentally finds Ladybug working at a café, Alya comes up with a brilliant idea. If Ladybug and Chat Noir interact regularly in a civilian setting, surely they’ll move towards an identity reveal without outside interference?

Adrien Never Goes To Public School Coffee Shop AU here! It’s funny how he clocks Marinette as being Ladybug IMMEDIATELY. And then after discussing it for awhile, decide to make a bit of a game of the identity reveal, having Chat come in on pre-determined days and seeing whether Ladybug can figure out who she is, all while they get to know each other, even if in passing. 

Love the other Miraculous heroes making cameos as well, Marinette seems annoyed that Nino cosplaying as Carapace actually doesn’t tip anyone off XD.

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For the Sake of a Ring by @rosie-b

An akuma that transfers people’s consciousnesses into other universes hits Ladybug, sending her into a world where everything is the same… but instead of earrings, she’s wearing a ring on one hand! She’s only just arrived in this universe, but already Plagg seems to have gone missing. It’s up to Marinette to figure out what happened before she’s sent back home! This fic takes place in the future, after Season 5, but it does not contain any leaks or major spoilers. Please keep the comment section spoiler-free, too!

This is really cute, Marinette gets transported into a world where she’s married to Adrien and is really confused as to why and how they got married at sixteen. Adrien’s just an adorable puppy who thinks his wife is the most amazing person in the world! 

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His Princess and Her Knight by @seas-of-silver

Adrien, Marinette, Nino and Alya have a group assignment about how the past has shaped them into the people they are today, but they’ll make a discovery that’ll send them searching for answers.

This fic is adorable, Adrien, Marinette, and Nino uncover that they all went to the same preschool together, with Adrien and Marinette immediately latching onto each other, Adrien being the knight to Marinette’s princess, and also making friends with Nino. Sadly he was pulled after two weeks, but it made quite an impression on him.

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A Friendship Not Abandoned (Just Delayed) by @nomolosk

Marinette Dupain-Cheng and Adrien Agreste first met as tiny little kids, but then Adrien had to move away. When they finally meet again, will they even remember each other, much less become friends again?

Poor Adrien keeps on saying or doing just the wrong thing to give Marinette the impression that he’s a bully like Chloe when he’s not, and he keeps desperately trying to fix it. So a bit of an enemies au in that way, since Marinette doesn’t like him much. He does gradually manage to convince her that he’s a good person though.

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The Mer-Human Race by @rosie-b

Bringing her hand closer to his lips, Adrien tried to plant a kiss on it, but Marinette pulled away before his lips could touch her. “Save it for your girlfriend,” she said teasingly. “Or do you still not have one yet?” Adrien smirked and crossed his arms. “It’s a girl,” he said. “And I know her in real life. That’s all you get. Now, let’s get back to planning, shall we? We have a mermaid to beat.”

Lovely world-building here! Merfolk and humans have had a treaty for a long time, so there’s a tradition where merfolk can challenge humans to a race, and whoever wins gets to ask for a reasonable sort of reward (in Marinette’s case, she wants to be allowed to captain a ship at a younger age than is usually allowed). Alya, Nino, and Adrien are naturally very encouraging towards Marinette, and luckily for her, a nice merman going by the name of Chat Noir shows up and challenges her to a race…

Yeah you can see where this is going XD. It’s fun, I thoroughly enjoyed it.

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A Mousey guest by charliepoet13

Adrien Agreste has finally managed to break away from his father and make his way out into the world. One faithful night, after settling down in his new home, he spots a strange guest.

Adrien X Multimouse fic here! So this is inspired by the Borrowers, with little people the size of mice living amongst ordinary-sized humans, and Marinette got a little careless here XD. But soon finds that Adrien’s friendly and not a threat. It’s adorable and reminds me of the The Littles book series that I read when I was a kid!

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Caught In A Multimouse Trap by @a-flaming-idiot

Adrien was having a rather slow morning. That was until he discovered a tiny superhero trapped in his home and decides to be a bit of a hero even out of his suit.

This was adorable! Adrien does his best to care for the little miniature superhero caught in a mousetrap, bandaging her up as best as he can (thankfully only her tail got caught so it’s more of a phantom pain than an actual injury) and just… it’s really cute.

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do you think I have forgotten about you? by @roseinaugust

Based on the song ‘About You’ by The 1975. Memory Loss. Told in alternating time lines, one leading up to and one dealing with the aftermath of Marinette relinquishing the Miracle Box and the guardianship. Marinette struggles with her life after losing her memory, though there is a persistent voice that calls to her that always seems just out of reach in her memory.

Beautiful memory loss fic here, with seeing Ladybug’s and Chat Noir’s relationship before she gave up the Miracle box, juxtaposed with the present day, when Adrien is only a stranger to her. I could really feel how Marinette was struggling with navigating these new circumstances, with her friends seeming to expect her to remember, to be who she was to them, to Adrien especially, before, and her just… not knowing whether she can do that. It’s got a happy ending though, for those who are concerned about that.

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How Marinette Learned to Stop Worrying And Love The Ball by @rosie-b

Hidden from the crowds thronging around the busy fairy portal in Paris’s town square, a fae gate sits at the edge of the forest, locked, rusty, and full of ancient magic. Marinette thinks that this abandoned gate must not work anymore… but one day, a fairy disguised as a black cat steps through it.

Ah, Fantasy Soulmate AUs, my beloved XD. This ain’t the only one of this fic type I’m gonna be recommending. This is just a cute fluff fic without much strife. I love Marinette and Chat Noir being able to be childhood friends via his visits, even if he has to pretend to be her cat whenever he comes over, and I ESPECIALLY adore Alya being his chaperone and quickly becoming friends with Marinette in her own right. It ain’t a complicated plot, but it is a nice and warm fic.

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Stay Weird, Ladybug by @diadraws

Ladybug receives an invitation at the end of a patrol! Contains some of my own headcanons, most notably: MIRACULOUS HOLDERS ARE CREATURES!!! They get actual animal traits when transformed instead of just a costume. My tumblr is diadraws where I elaborate some more on my headcanons which may add some additional context to this fic if you are interested! CONTENT WARNINGS: *major* depictions of panic attacks, discussion of child neglect/abuse, and a minor emetophobia (vomiting) warning towards the end.

I’ve loved the comics and fanart I’ve seen dia create for this AU, with Ladybug’s and Chat Noir’s more animalistic designs, so reading a fic set in that AU was a real treat! It’s mostly just a Ladrien sleepover at Adrien’s house, but it’s very nice and cozy, with some good character development of Adrien helping Ladybug with panic attacks she keeps having.

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Our Tales Are Endless (That’s Why I Tell Them) by @joonapeach

Marinette lives a simple life - one surrounded by pretty dresses, fresh macaroons, and the calming view of Paris. It’s a life she thinks she has always fit in. And yet sometimes, when a certain boy comes by her shop with a flower and a new adventurous story, she can’t help but wonder if there’s something else she’s missing.

This was a truly gorgeous story. It’s the classic “Marinette gives up the Miracle Box and loses her memories” storyline, exploring her life two years later. Even though she’s had time to heal and recover, she still feels like she’s missing something, something big. At least Adrien’s stopping by regularly to tell her stories about Ladybug and Chat Noir, even if she doesn’t understand why they resonate with her so well.

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a winter so warm by @rosekasa

winters were hard for even the best of vampires, but at least adrien had marinette to keep him warm with her cuddles. december was going to suck without her. so it was only to be expected to get extra cuddles in before she left, right? (well, not really, considering those heating supplements he was taking, but she didn’t need to know about that).

This one’s mostly just cute cuddly adorableness! It’s basically like all those “Marinette gets the Ladybug trait of needing to cuddle up to someone for warmth”, but with Adrien instead. And of course featuring Marinette being a very talented witch who just wants to help Adrien stay warm when she isn’t there XD.

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The Power of Love by @nedjsmlfavs

In which Ladybug announces that she’s pregnant via her long term boyfriend and Chat Noir is a supportive partner. After all, he can hardly be upset when he’s been dating his Princess for years!

A different take on the show’s tagline (“The Power of Love Always so Strong”) written for Valentine’s day 2023.

This is just a sweet, fluffy fic about Ladybug and Chat Noir finding out they’re having a baby, revealing to each other, getting married, and becoming parents. Gabriel actually tries to do better here, as he does actually care about getting to know his grandchild, and realizes that he can’t undo this timeline without undoing his granddaughter’s existence as well. 

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Villainous Matchmaking by @nedjsmlfavs

When Chat Noir is tragically unable to attend an event with Ladybug, the mayor calls in a favor from a designer ‘friend’. Now she’s attending in style, on the arm of the hottest male model in Paris. Which would be fine if it weren’t for one, tiny issue: Paris’ favorite domestic terrorist now knows how Ladybug feels about his son. This leads him to his greatest plan yet, using Ladybug’s extremely obvious crush on Adrien Agreste to akumatize Chat Noir.

A Ladrien/“platonic” Ladynoir fic

This is adorable and hilarious. Gabriel keeps on “accidentally” releasing things which makes it looks like Adrien and Ladybug are a couple in an effort to make Chat Noir jealous, while Adrien and Ladybug ae just over-the-moon about getting to spend time together and finding out that the other person loves them XD.

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Fate, Destiny... A Hamster by @mostmagical

After finally moving into his very first apartment per Ladybug’s suggestion, Adrien discovers something no movie or TV show could have ever prepared him for: someone else's hamster.

Marinette was so excited to have her first pet. If only it would stop escaping!

At least now there’s an excuse to talk to the new neighbor.

(Adrienette Never Met AU)

Funnily enough, this is based on a true story. Specifically, the author’s own experience of having her hamster run out and be found by a neighbor.

Anyway, this is adorable! Marinette and Adrien become smitten with each other extremely quickly, with Marinette’s hamster keeping giving them reasons to talk. Very effective wing-hamster, that one XD. 

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Through the Looking Glass by @jheqiawrites

Adrien is a lonely child, cut off from the outside world by his parent's strict rules. But when he discovers a window in his closet and sees a young girl looking back at him like his reflection, maybe he has hope for friendship after all.

Poor Adrien here, he makes a long-time friend (who everyone thinks is an imaginary friend), and has several great years interacting with her as his parents grow more concerned with him not growing out of it... and then Emilie dies, Gabriel orders the window destroyed, Adrien’s put on medication to suppress his “hallucinations” (which also makes him forget Marinette) and he’s just kind of left like that for the next several years, until he’s an adult.

Luckily, while Adrien forgot Marinette, Marinette never forgot him, and he’s not too difficult to track down...

This is some really cute Adrienette, if you want a “forgotten childhood friends-to lovers” Adrienette story, you should check this out!

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Miraculous Conception series by @ladynoirfanao3

Summary of the first story, The Power Of Creation:

Everyone knows that Ladybug's cure fixes everything after the destruction wrought by Shadow Moth's akumatized villains. After an akuma with an unfortunate power leaves Ladybug and Adrien in an awkward position, Marinette has never been happier to simply forget. However, she soon discovers that her miraculous ladybugs have a limitation on their curing ability, a limitation that puts her in a situation she never expected to be in.

So basically, Ladybug and Adrien run into each other just as an akuma makes everyone in the vicinity extremely horny, and when they both start remembering things again, they’re in a pretty... compromising position. But it’s just an akuma so they put it out of their heads, until Marinette discovers she’s pregnant and has to decide what to do about it, whether to keep the pregnancy, tell Adrien she’s Ladybug and is having his baby, what to do with the earrings when she’s too pregnant to be Ladybug, etc.

I really enjoyed it! Just watching Ladybug and Adrien try and navigate the situation, especially with secret identities thrown into the mix.

The main fics in the series are basically the same story, it’s just that the first one is from Marinette’s perspective, while the second one is from Adrien’s. The Power of Creation is rated M while the Power of Destruction is rated E, but for both fics it’s just rated that for a single sex scene that occurs in the fic (with it being the same sex scene in both fics, just told from two different perspectives).

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you made me a hero - reverse crush short stories series by @non-fantasy

This series is just plain fun! Like the title says, it’s a reverse crush AU, so Adrien’s head-over-heels for Marinette, while Ladybug’s smitten with Chat Noir. Which means that Adrien’s constantly trying to woo Marinette while Ladybug’s attempting to have normal conversations with Chat Noir (and failing), and both of them are oblivious to each other’s feelings. 

I love the way non-fantasy executes it, with Alya literally carrying around a spray bottle because of how eager Adrien is, and Ladybug being VERY SCARY if you ever lay a finger on Chat Noir (seriously akumas will literally beg for their akumatized object to be broken just to escape her wrath). 

Oh, also, Ladybug regularly stops by Adrien’s room so they can both lament how difficult of a time they’re having wooing their crushes, and just have fun together.

There’s a lot of entries in this series - 29 of them in fact - but most of them are pretty short, making it great if you want to devour some quick, cute, hilarious romcom action! 

Some stuff does actually change over the course of the series, it’s not just slice-of-life. Like identity reveals, dating, and even Hawkmoth’s defeat, so there’s clear progression and changes in circumstances as well.

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Dreams of You by @chocoluckchipz

Dreams had long been his only escape. Dreams of Ladybug, the girl who had always been there for him.

If only in his dreams. And only while she was also sleeping.

Because with the first rays of sunshine gliding over her skin, with the first fluttering of her eyelashes, from the moment she opened her eyes in the morning, memories of Adrien would vanish from her mind.

She would go on living her life.

He would always be the only one who remembered.

At least until they meet in the real world and fall in love all over again, something that would’ve been easier to do if Adrien wasn't a prisoner in his own home.

Chocoluckchipz has some of the most beautifully executed lovesquare fics I’ve read, and this is no exception. Most of the fic is dedicated to Adrien wooing Marinette, spending time with her, with her own dream self acting as his wingman, giving her tips on how to get her to fall for him, all the while frustrated that she can’t share memories with her waking self, and that she and Adrien can’t share as much information as they’d like while asleep, due to limitations of the “curse” that allows Adrien to share dreams with his soulmate. 

It’s not all cute Adrienette fluff though. There’s a threat in the background waiting to erupt, as the weirdness of Gabriel’s ultimatum to Adrien about finding Ladybug or else being forced to marry Lila keeps on gnawing at him - and with good reason. This is a world with magic and kwamis still, and that fact makes itself very relevant in the last third of the story. 

It’s a well-written tale and very much worth a read!

[anon-rebel-writes]

Meddling at the Liberty

This is for @lovebugs-and-snakecharmers Sprint Challenge! This time was definitely more challenging than the first (Because I decided to set a goal for myself of how many words I should write, probably will try to keep the goal low for next time XD)

I hope you all enjoy this! The prompt I choose (but kind of messed up, but it’s okay I think lol) was “If we both want to fit, we’ll have to cuddle.”

The story begins under the cut. Thank you all for reading! Ao3 Link

All Luka wanted was a lazy day on the boat. After having a crazy week of work, he didn’t think it was wrong to want a moment of peace. But he should’ve known that nothing “peaceful” can last on the Liberty.

Especially when his sister found a new hobby of meddling with his love life. Luka tried not to get her involved after she found out of his crush on a certain raven-haired girl, but Juleka was a hopeless romantic, which meant his love life became their love life.

Juleka and him sat across from each other in their shared room. Luka strummed some songs on his guitar, keeping his eyes closed to try and relax. “...So the gang is coming over today,” Juleka mumbled. “Why do I feel like this is gonna be a bad thing?” She let out a reserved chuckle and began playing with the ends of her hair. “It’s just gonna be Rose, Ivan, Mylene… Marinette.” His eyes widened. Luka didn’t really mind that his sister was involved in his romantic life, but he was pretty sure that if her plans continued, Marinette might not be comfortable around him anymore.

He let out a strained sigh and gently put his guitar down. “Jules-” The sound of shouting pulled them out of the conversation. Juleka shot up and began moving out their room, “Right on time, I’ll let them in.” She ran out before he could argue.

Luka wasn’t sure what he wanted to do. On one hand, he really liked seeing Marinette, but on the other hand, she was still confused about her feelings. The last thing he wanted was to cause her any more stress. He was debating if he should just sneak out his porthole before they came in, but a flash of pink entered his vision and tackled him back onto his bed.

“Luka! Your favorite Rose is here!”

He let out a labored chuckle and tried to pry her off of him. “As much as your ‘my favorite Rose’, I can’t breathe.” She jumped off of him to stare intensely at him. “I think today’s gonna be the day!” Before he could warn against her prying, she yanked him out of the room. “Come on! Everyone’s waiting for you!”

Luka took a deep breath as he looked at the living room. He saw Ivan and Juleka rearranging some instruments while Mylene and Marinette talked. He tried to look away from Marinette, but he found himself unable to look anywhere else.

She hardly looked different than the last time he saw her, a little more relaxed, but still Marinette. Perhaps he was the one who was freaking out over nothing, she didn’t seem to mind being here. She always seemed comfortable at the Liberty.

Then their eyes met and it felt like the world stopped spinning. Her eyes were full of life and excitement, something in his gut told him that something had changed. She gave him a loving smile and walked towards him. “Hi Luka,” she said. His stomach was filled with butterflies that he only ever got when she said his name.

“Hey, Melody.”

“So, I came because I wanted to tell you something. Well not something- I came because Juleka invited me. But I also had something to tell you, not having to do with Juleka. Even though she invited me- Oh gosh, I’m messing this up.”

Luka reached out and held her shoulder. “It’s all good Mari, you don’t have to be afraid to tell me anything.” She stared up at him and her face slowly turned a bright pink.

After a few moments of looking at each other, soft laughs pulled them out of their exchange. They both turned and saw everyone staring at them. Marinette backed away with her face slightly red and Luka found himself feeling a little more warm as well.

“Come on, we’re going to the deck,” Juleka shuffled towards the stairs. Marinette let out a squeak and quickly followed her. As soon as everyone made their way to the deck, they were hit with a cold breeze. “Wow, it’s freezing,” Luka pulled down the sleeves of his hoodie to try and find some warmth. He looked over at everyone else and saw they put on different warm layers of clothes.

His eyes met Juleka’s as she gave him a sly smirk. “Oh, did I forget to tell you it was cold today?” He rolled his eyes at her and returned her smirk. “Yeah, you did.”

Rose ran over to him and gave him a fluffy blanket. “Maybe you should use this!” Rose gave him a devilish smile. Luka scanned Rose seeing as her innocent demeanor quickly came back and she scurried back over to Juleka’s side. He wrapped himself in the blanket and looked over to Mylene and Ivan. They both discreetly gestured to Marinette, who was rubbing her arms trying to keep herself warm.

At least the plan this time was innocent enough. Luka smiled and without thinking, he made his way over to her and lifted one side of his blanket. “Do you wanna share?” She stared at the blanket for a second, then moved her gaze to him. Luka realized that he was probably making her uncomfortable, so he looked past her to try and give her some space. “Sorry, I just wanted-”

He stopped his words when a soft, warm body melted into his own. He looked down and saw the top of her head snuggled into him. Luka was definitely red. He was also sure that his mouth couldn’t have been wider if he tried.

Marinette managed to look up at him, he saw her cheeks and nose were red. He wasn’t sure if it was because of the weather or situation.“The blanket was a little small, if we both wanted to fit, we had to cuddle.”

Luka softly laughed at her reasoning and wrapped her into a hug, engulfing her with the blanket. “Yeah, that’s smart.” His eyes wandered back over to his sister and her nefarious girlfriend. They were both hugging each other tightly as they watched Marinette snuggle herself into Luka more. Ivan and Mylene also stared at them, Ivan gently bounced as Mylene tried to hold him together.

“Luka, about what I was trying to say earlier…”

He looked down at her, waiting for her to continue. “I think, well I mean- if you still want to. I started thinking about what I wanted. I think that I may want...you?”

While this might not have been the day he thought he’d have, he couldn’t have been happier with the way things turned out. Even if this revelation meant more meddling from his sister, he found himself overwhelmingly warm at Marinette’s confession.

“I think that sounds perfect.”

[angelanimedesaray]

hey i saw your requests are open and i have the BIGGEST dad levi brainrot rn, can i request Levi and Reader in a long term relationship, reader’s sibling has a newborn kid and reader takes care of the kid and Levi sees how motherly reader is being, how would he react? i’m curious about what you think!

AN:  Ohhhhhh I love some Dad!Levi, I’ve got at least two or three fic ideas with eventual Dad!Levi, so it’ll be good to dip my toe into the waters a little earlier than I otherwise would have :D  I had these two little short scenes almost immediately come to mind when I read this and while I was at work, and its the first thing I started to do when I got home :D  Thank you for the request--I don’t get many <3

Plus, I think everyone needs some happy fluff after the two story whammies I just delivered XD

Fanfic One-Shot Request is below the cut.

~*~Different Kinds of Gifts~*~

*Levi’s POV*

He was midway through his day, finished with his daily cleaning routine (besides his own room) and finished with helping with morning training.  He was giving himself a bit of a break, and by break, he meant he was going to spend a few hours in his office doing paperwork.

When he opened the door to his office, he was met with an unexpected sight.

It wasn’t the same office that he used to have--once the two of you had solidified your relationship as a serious one and started practically living with one another, Erwin had moved the two of you into a larger space that was more like a small apartment than a simple office and bedroom.  The main front room was still his office, but it doubled as a living room as well, with a couch, fireplace, bookshelves, and lounge chairs taking up a portion of the room off to the side, though Levi’s desk and workspace was still center, and a straight shot from the front door with nothing in the way.  Instead of one branched off room there were three--the bedroom, of course, off to the right, as well as a washroom and a small private kitchen whose doorways were along the left wall.

Practically the lap of luxury by Scout standards.

However, right now the little sanctuary you two shared was occupied by more than just you.

Levi paused just in front of the doorway, his hand still on the doorknob and the door hovering open just a crack as he processed the sight in front of him.

You were sitting on your usual spot on the couch, somewhere he actually knew to look for you whenever he needed to find you.  However, in your arms was a small, carefully wrapped bundle, tiny arms hanging free and moving involuntarily around in the air, coming to curious stops whenever they collided with your chest, neck, or chin, little fingers curling instinctively against the human being they found.  A small face of soft and not-yet defined features was peeking out from the bundle, the cloth wrapped around its head like a snugly fitting cloak, and its eyes were open, staring widely at your face as you peered down at the babe with a soft smile, a mouth that could probably be covered by the pad of his finger working as if it was trying to copy the sounds you were making as you spoke softly to the little one.

For a moment, Levi was just...confused.  What were you doing with a baby in his office?  Where had the baby even come from?  He was pretty sure that whole thing about storks coming to deliver swaddled babies to expecting parents was an out for parents who weren’t ready to have the babies talk.

He was pretty sure.  The sudden appearance of a baby in your arms made him doubt for a couple of moments.

With the initial surprise passing, Levi shut the door behind him much more quietly than he initially would have, though you had already looked up by now to see him entering the room, that soft smile still on your face.

“Hey--didn’t expect to see you for a couple more hours, at least,” you said, as if it wasn’t noteworthy that you had a baby in your arms.

“Paperwork--what’s with the...”

Levi was dismissive about why /he/ was here, considering he was much more interested in why the /baby/ was here.  You only chuckled at his confusion, though, one of your fingers brushing against the baby’s little cheek and making the baby try and look to see what touched them, eyes following the finger as it traced lazy circles in the air in front of the baby’s face.

“You know how my sister had her baby the other week?” you said pointedly, and the pieces clicked into his mind.  Ah, /that’s/ what was going on.  Babysitting.

“I thought their boy already had a reputation for his lungs,” Levi said wryly, moving over to his desk and taking off his jacket, draping it carefully over the back of the chair for the time being until he was ready to put it back on and get back to work /outside/ his office.

“Oh, believe me, he does--he came here screaming and crying and people kept checking in to see what the hell was going on,” you said with a chuckle.  “But we got pretty well acquainted.  He seems to like me, now.  Don’t tell my sister, though--she’ll want to know what my secret is.”

“What is your secret?  They were having a rough time getting him to quiet down,” Levi remarked as he took a seat, remembering the tired circles under your sisters eyes the last time he’d seen her and how she’d been running through an exhaustive list of what they’d already tried to calm their newborn son down.

You shrugged.  “There is none.  I guess I just have a gift for it,” you said with a twinkle in your eye, turning your attention back to the newborn as he seemed to be burying his face in your chest.  “Hey, that’s not going to give you any food, I’m not your Momma!  Where’s that bottle.”

“Hey, hands off, those are mine,” he grumbled at the baby as he pulled a stack of papers towards him.  You shot him a look which he returned with the ghost of a smile flickering across his face, a bit of amusement in his eyes as he kept track of your movement through the office and apartment as you sought out the bottle to feed him.

Levi’s attention turned back to the paperwork he was planning on doing once his curiosity had been satiated, a relative silence falling over the room.  For the most part.  There was the occasional noise from the baby that got to eagerly suck on the warm milk after you’d disappeared briefly into the kitchen to heat up the milk.  You walked in slow, directionless lines around the room, wandering around to keep the baby entertained and in motion while you fed him, and a few minutes afterwards when you burped him (Making sure there was no mess left behind, of course), and as you simply hummed or talked to him, finger brushing against his lips, or his ears, or his cheeks, just giving him little reassuring touches until one of his hands curled around your fingers.  The smile you had when that happened was heart-melting, even if you had prompted it by letting your finger brush against the baby’s tiny hand, and it might have been a reflex more than anything else.

It wasn’t long before the baby was sleeping, but instead of laying him down on, say, the bed in the bedroom, you simply brought out a crescent moon pillow from the stash in the bedroom your sister had apparently given you while you were babysitting, and sat on the couch.  There you cradled the baby closely to you, mostly laying him on the pillow so he was securely held to you and you wouldn’t have to keep a hold of him with your arms, though they rested around him along the rim of the pillow.  Once he was safe and secure, you leaned your head back and closed your eyes, letting out a soft sigh and slipping off into a light sleep, something Levi could tell by the sound of your breathing.

The entire time, his attention kept getting drawn off the paperwork in front of him, watching you out of the corner of his eyes so you wouldn’t catch him, gaze following you as you paced around the room, watching how you interacted with the baby that seemed so content in your arms.  Now that you were asleep, he gazed more openly, even putting the pen down for a few moments with his arms lying loosely in front of him on the table, a small smile curling across his lips as he watched you and the baby sleeping soundly, the peaceful silence in the room somehow warmer than the sun outside.

A few days later, and the sight of you with your sister’s baby still hadn’t left his mind.

Currently, the image was plaguing him as the two of you stole some time for yourselves, the door to the apartment/office locked, with you sitting properly on the couch and Levi stretched out along the couch, his head in your lap as you gently threaded your fingers through his hair in a relaxing, soothing manner, allowing him to relax and stew in his own thoughts as he gazed up at you.

He was thinking about that peaceful moment when he’d watched you after you’d fallen asleep with the baby situated securely within your arms on the pillow.  He thought about that warm smile and the bright look in your eyes, how quickly the baby had taken a liking to you, how you’d said you had a gift for it.  He was looking at you in the present, but his mind was projecting an image that had been slowly solidifying in his mind since that day, of what it would be like, what it would feel like.

“What if we had a baby?”

You blinked, thrown off by his sudden question as you looked down at him in your lap, your hand pausing halfway through his hair.  “What?”

His cheeks colored with a light blush as he realized he’d just blurted that out loud without any context or explanation, just dropped it on you without warning.  “Not right now, there’s too much risk, but...eventually.  What if we had a baby?  When this is over?”

Your eyes were wide with surprise, lips moving without words coming out as if you were seeking for the right thing to say.  Suddenly, he got worried he’d somehow said the wrong thing, that he’d simply assumed, that he’d let his little fantasies run away with him without stopping to see what you thought about it.

“Unless...you don’t want kids,” he said, quickly trying to retreat and take back his blurted out question, already mentally kicking himself for springing this on you.

“No, I...I think I do, some day, I just...wasn’t expecting to be talking about it right now.  Honestly, I thought I was going to be the one to bring it up, not you,” you said with a slight laugh, hand running much more tenderly and intentionally this time through his hair to soothe him and any worries your hesitation had caused him.  “I do.  I’d love to have a child with you one day, Levi,” you promised him quietly.

Levi took in a deep breath and let it out slowly, closing his eyes to conjure up that mental image of you holding a child you’d had with him, that same warm look in your eyes--no, warmer.  Sparkling.  Like they were right now as you promised to have a child with him.

“One day...” he agreed in a low murmur.

Levi Tags:  @clary-quinn @humanitys-hottestsoldier @whalerus @sunny-flo @thirstyforsometea @hauntedhousecat @peaches-and-clouds

[z-1-wolfe]

Parhelion Headcanons (sir this is all for you) @greenbeany

Putting 'em under the cut because they got very long O.O

I- the gnome is Neon I take no criticism. They are often good-natured souls with a more mischievous side, and if that doesn’t describe Neon I’m not sure what does. Playful, funny, good intentions, that my good Bean is our lovable cat personified. Okay Parhelion dnd au with gnome Neon please /j.

I AM SMACKING THE GUN OUT OF YOUR HANDS [runs into a glass wall] dammit,, guess I gotta talk now

I- oh no,, time to fail the exam I guess (turns all your head canons upside down)

Okay they do sleep yes they do. Actually that’s a lie only Ciel sleeps, the other two are insomniacs. Ciel has all of her day to day life planned out to the minute, so she heads to bed at a certain time and wakes up at a certain time, the other two are more of a “we’ll sleep when we’re tired” kinda duo. Unfortunately due to Ilia’s night terrors and Neon’s ADHD they almost never rest. No they do not sleep in a SANE bed, ha why would they have a bed? They sleep in a hammock all tangled up with each other. It’s hard to tell what order they sleep in when they kinda curl into each other. They do not use a duvet, why have a duvet when Neon is a space heater? There are no pillows on the hammock X). OKAY THEIR ROOM, THIS I GOT, it’s a funky mess that is somehow organized thanks to Ciel. Ilia doesn’t own a lot in general but it was her life’s dream to paint her bedroom rainbow so guess what they have now. The other two are too soft and they supported her efforts and they love her despite her poor design sense XD.

I- why closet ASDFG I mean— No they do not share a closet they all have completely different fashion sense and if that was all in one place people would be genuinely terrified. But since they’re broke they had to make do with one walk in closet that they partitioned off into sections. YES THEY DO HAVE MATCHING OUTFITS THEY ARE SO CUTE LIKE THAT. They tend to be like those cute couple outfits with a few variations to match their own personal style. But their favorite matching outfit are these duck hoodies they own courtesy of once again Ilia living out her childhood dreams. No they don’t own many outfits because like I mentioned earlier they are broke x). Hmm thinking about each other’s styles… Ilia think both of her girlfriends have great taste, she loves the well, neon of Neon, and the prim and properness of Ciel. Neon just doesn’t care XD. And Ciel is just, she’s just standing there wishing she could help their fashion sense, but she holds back because “It does suit them in an odd way.” Ciel gets the most compliments on her style hands down, she looks organized and you can bet she saves money to buy outfits that actually accentuate her cuteness. They don’t wear makeup no time for that (in which you learn Z has little to no knowledge in how to apply makeup and doesn’t know how to answer that question)

OH OKAY I LOVE VIDDY GAMES. Ciel likes real-time strategy games because she’s insane and that’s literally all she knows in life thanks to being raised in an upper class family in Atlas. Neon likes open world games, something something she likes the chance for adventure and determining one’s fate for themself. Ilia has never once played a video game until after she defected from the White Fang but I can see her playing something light like Stardew Valley, low stakes kinda games. Hmm, they might play Animal Crossing together? Since it has aspects they all enjoy. They each have an individual switch (Ilia has a coral switch lite) and one shared PC. Okay game with most hours, maybe Minecraft? They still haven’t beat the enderdragon because Neon keeps getting distracted XD. Neon is the bomb at party games though, you can bet she has a perfect score on all the songs in Just Dance. Ciel is a sharpshooter, god knows who taught her how to shoot like that. The biggest splatoon fan is unfortunately not Neon it is Ilia, she loves all the colors in the game ^^. But she and Neon have wracked up quite a few hours in co-op.

Uhhh books!! Ilia likes fanfics :) it’s unfortunately one of the only ways for her to see positive representation of herself. Neon for some reason reads Epics?? Like her favorite is the Epic of Gilgamesh what is up with that?? Ciel reads webtoons :), she reads enough serious stuff for school work and such, she likes to just kick back and relax after all that. Yes they have schedules reading time courtesy of Ciel :). Uhh, they relax by baking together. None of them had many chances to indulge in sweets while growing up so they make full use of their time now. ?? SPOON?? Cuddle hours happen on a whim, the one thing that Ciel can never schedule because she never knows when it’ll occur. They relax the most in the kitchen x) because that’s where they bake, it’s not unusual to find Neon asleep on the counter while she waits for their sweets to rise. They read in the light, Neon is afraid that by reading in the dark that they’ll all ruin their eyesight. Ciel likes the sunrise because she’s up the earliest and is the only one to see it, the other two prefer sunset because that’s usually when their day is about to begin XD.

Favorite spot for dates! The park ^^, they like to go on picnic dates with all their baked goods. There is no plan, usually one of them will randomly pull the other two out of the house because they haven’t touched grass in a while XD. There are no ideas, they share one braincell and they spend too much time doting on each other to use it. Uhm favorite movie genre,,, they like comedy movies :). Their favorite place to eat is this tiny store on the corner of their street that makes mean gyros, they heccin’ love them. Coping with horror, Ilia is desensitized to horror because of the things she’s seen in life, Neon treats it like a game because she knows it’s not real, Ciel, is okay with it, but she gets shook more easily than the other two and they often have to reassure her. No they do not like theme parks, there are too many people around for Ilia and Ciel and Neon respects their boundaries so they tend to go to more quiet places. Uhm heights, Ciel is used to heights because she’s friends with Penny and woah can that girl toss her in the air like she’s a couple of grapes. Ilia doesn’t mind heights but she would prefer to have her feet on the ground. Neon loves the ground so damn much if it leaves her she will cry because man she can’t roller-skate in the air can she, what will she do if the ground is suddenly gone? They like evening dates because it’s normally the only time all three of them are awake enough for it XD. They end a night by sleeping I am not quite sure if there are other ways to end it lmao. They absolutely despise Neon’s roller skating dates but they love how excited she gets about them so they end up becoming as good as professional roller skaters because the smile on Neon’s face when they join her is dazzling.

I am slowly going insane. Yes each girl has a hobby I sure hope they do. Ilia knits, Ciel paints, and Neon writes. I would like to imagine that Ciel would try to schedule time for their hobbies she ends up giving up because all their sleep schedules are wack. Designated chef is Neon (probably made food for FNKI back in atlas), designated driver is Ilia (I mean I like to imagine she stole cars and stuff in the White Fang XD), designated decorator for stuff is normally Ciel though Neon does try to hijack a few of her plans occasionally, designated shopper is Ciel because the other two have no concept of Saving money, and they all work together to clean :). They don’t work together, they believe in keeping their work life and home life separate to prevent their feelings from getting in the way. They do not have pets, none of them have the energy or responsibility to do that, but Ilia did once bring a moose home one day for some reason.

I am nomming on your arm sir. Ilia and Neon get along with Penny surprisingly well, though I do think Ilia would get along with Weiss better? Ruby and Weiss look at Ciel and see a beacon arc Weiss and more or less adopt her despite Ciel being older than the two of them. They might like.. play board games together? Like some of those more team based board games I can’t think of anything off the top of my head, may the best polycule win. I cannot see them in a cuddle puddle to be honest ajcnjsanjs I am so sorry— hmm Ruby and Neon do not know the meaning of formal, as far as they are concerned these are their girlfriend’s friends and that means that by extension these are their friends. Weiss would like nothing to do with Neon after Neon insults Yang during the Vytal festival but she begrudgingly goes on outings with her and hey, now they’re make up buddies for some reason. The parhelion gals take the fs gals to the gyro place they like :). Parhelion gang Is a lot more vocal on their dates because their love language happens to be words of affirmation while the fs gang’s happen to be physical touch. Both polycules are very very affectionate though I will die on this hill.

DARN IT TUMBLR ONLY LETS ME HAVE 10 IMAGES PER POST THIS IS FINE IT WAS JUST ONE MORE PROMPT DARN IT

(Parhelion angst! How do Neon and Ciel react to the news about the dust mine? How do they find out about Ilia getting expelled? Do they find out about the white fang? Is there any faunus stigma afterwards? How does Ciel react to people bullying her Faunus GFS? Does Neon talk to Ciel much after? Do they ever reunite? Does Neon attempt to help Ciel while she grieves Penny? Where the fuck is Ciel now? Is Neon still alive? Does Ilia ever think about them? Does Blake know about them from Ilia?)

BUDDY I CAME TO THE LAST ASK AND NOW ONLY DID I REALIZE YOU MEANT PARHELION BACK WHEN THEY WHERE IN BEACON THIS WHOLE TIME I’M CRYING. (This ask is answered under the assumption that they are already dating back in Atlas Academy) Ciel is fiercely protective of her girlfriends, though people only know that Neon is a Faunus because Ilia masks her traits during her time at the academy. Neon and Ciel are horrified about the news about the dust mines. They know that Ilia is a Faunus and that her parents were working there so they rush to see her as soon as possible. But they’re too late,,, Ilia’s already been expelled for attacking her fellow students. They don’t hear from Ilia for a few years after that and the two slowly drift apart, each blaming the other for not getting to Ilia soon enough. They don’t find out about the White Fang until they reunite with Ilia unfortunately, but they feel sad that Ilia had felt that they only way for her to get revenge for her parents was by joining a militant group (I’m working under the assumption that Sienna only took control of the White Fang shortly before Ilia joined). When Neon learns that Penny didn’t make it after the Fall of Beacon she hesitantly reaches out to Ciel for the first time in a year, and she does try to help. But for Ciel it’s blow after heccin’ blow and she pushes Neon away in a rage. Ciel leaves the Academy after that and goes rogue, working as a huntsman without a license for the poorer parts of remnant. Ilia is unaware of all this drama during the Beacon arc. The next time she hears of any news is during the Fall of Atlas, and she’s scared, scared because she’s still recovering and she just heard Ruby announce to the world that Remnant is under attack, and oh my gosh her ex girlfriends live in Atlas. Neon makes it out alive, though not entirely in one piece, she now has a prosthetic leg. Ilia is the first person to see her, it’s a tearful reunion and they haven’t fully made up yet, but hey it’s a work in progress, now they just have to find out where Ciel is, but when they do they’ll BOTH be there to greet her. Blake has no idea who the fuck Ciel and Neon are lmao, Ilia never told her anything about her past romances when she was in the White Fang.

Oh gosh I think that's it-- And that is it thank you for listening to me ramble about Parhelion you get a juice box for making it this far. Sir I am sincerely sorry for turning your ship upside down please forgive me.

[nocompromise-noregrets]

13, 18, 19 for the writing asks!

wheee, thank you! (sorry it's taken me a couple of days, I've been...decompressing...)

13. What feedback did you receive for your writing that stuck with you? I think - all the lovely things people have said since I came back to this fandom a couple of years ago. I wasn't used to getting much feedback before that (after the LJ-communities died I wasn't writing very often, and when I did it was either not-very-popular stuff in a huge fandom, or equally not-very-popular stuff in tiny fandoms), but since I came back to Tolkien people have said so many nice things and it's just been hugely encouraging and affirming. <333333

18. Show us a piece of dialogue you really like. Oooooh. Tough to choose, but then again, I do really love the way the Twins talk... From See This Storm Through, in which Legolas, in a tavern in Bree with the Twins and the Dúnedain, has overheard people talking and realised that Bard has died:

Eventually Aravir takes his seat again, a grave expression upon his lined face. “Legolas, I am sorry,” he says, “but it is true, as far as the people by the fire know it. The news came earlier today, so I suppose it must be a week or two ago that it happened, perhaps three.”

“They’ll be burying him in Dale, I suppose,” says Elrohir. “But either way, you need to be heading East as fast as you can.”

I nod. “I should - I must go. I should leave now.”

“You can’t ride at night,” says Aranarth, and the twins chuckle.

“Just you watch him,” says Elladan, and, “would you like some company, Legolas?” asks Elrohir. “We could ride with you at least as far as the mountains.”

My first thought is to refuse, but then I realise that I would welcome it, if I did not have to be alone on at least part of this terrible journey.

“Please,” I nod, hating how desperate I sound. “But - can you ride at night?”

Elladan laughs softly. “You ought to have learned not to underestimate us by now, mellon-nín,” he says. “Finish your ale, grab your things, and we’ll go. We’ll take the straight road, past home, and the High Pass, and then the Old Forest Road, if you think your father will be in Dale by now.”

“I don’t know.” I cannot think straight through the turmoil in my mind. Bard is dead and my father despairing and all my adopted siblings bereft. And I am here, several days’ ride away, when I should be with them. I should never have left. I should have known what was about to happen and I should have stayed.

“We’ll make for Dale,” says Elrohir, “and if he’s already gone back to the forest we’ll go and find him. But I should imagine you’ll want to see the children anyway, won’t you, and Tauriel?”

I nod, and Elladan pats me on the shoulder. “Then we’ll go to Dale first,” he says, and I blink in confusion, I thought they said they would accompany me as far as the mountains.

“We won’t leave you at a time like this,” says Elrohir, and “Unless you find you want us to,” says Elladan. “In which case we’ll bugger right off as soon as you say the word, but otherwise you’re stuck with us for as long as it takes to run your father to earth.”

“Thank you,” I murmur, feeling rather overwhelmed by their kindness. It is not the first time, but it is certainly the greatest offer they have made me.

“Finish your ale and go and get your saddlebags, and we’ll be off,” says Elrohir, and I do as I am told.

19. Show us the line you want readers to remember from your story. oh bloody hell, I have no idea. I've written so damn much at this point. There are some that occur to me as I'm writing them, but when asked to think of one my head is empty. XD I'm just happy if people do remember any of my lines. (hey, if anyone wants to share one, that would be GREAT :D :D :D )

Thank you for asking! <333333 Anyone else want to ask me stuff about writing? (and I'll try and be a bit more prompt in answering...)