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connorsui · 10 months ago

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I can't help but to think these little moment were captured with a picture to remember by later on ..a cute and subtle little memory of something either cute or funny that happened with the bby and Simon being together🩷 ..like yall cant tell me simon with a bbyfever won't keep atleast one printed out photo of his bby and (reader) smiling together in his pocket …for each time he goes on a mission …

It gives him a reason to go back alive safe and sound ..✨️

Like just to think after simon found out you were pregnant with his first child …that his little bbyfever was at first not noticeable at all…. but it's the little things that he starts incorporating into the house that makes it obvious😭😭 …the soft corners in every turn ..sharp edges of the coffee table now covered ..a high chair is now implemented permanently on the kitchen floor …the stairs are now covered by a bby gate ..

The room for the bby is already ready and installed with everything needed …THIS MAN HAS BEEN WAITING FOR HIS TRUE LIFE TOO SHINEEEE AND HE FINALLY HAS THE CHANCE WITH THE LOVE OF HIS LIFE 🩷🩷🩷

Thoo I cant help with these scenarios and the images attached to them that simon would be that type of father to truly care for his daughter..🩷 …every cute little noise they make …his bby constantly wanting attention from him ..wanting to sleep on top of him while he naps on the couch

…wanting to constantly be held no matter what he's doing ….stealing his clothes and looking goofy with them on🩷— that bby will be such a daddy's girl it has my heart wanting to die 😭😭✨️

Baby fever Scenarios and Headcanons with Husband!Simon "Ghost" Riley (Ghostie)

Thank my baby godson for this one, if it hadn't been for him having me take care of him for the whole day then I wouldn't have anything to write because as of now I have no motivation or ideas to continue my past wips. Render credits are all to the lovely @ave661 who keeps feeding us. My little godson still sleeping on my chest, drool, snore and all as I'm writing this. I can't move, please send help. This is so short too, sorry to disappoint you guys 😭

Y'all CANNOT tell me I'm the only one who thinks of Simon "Ghost" Riley having baby fever from his own children (I would give him more, all he needs to do is ask 😭). Also these are basically moments of Simon with Ghostie, just a bit more general in terms of the baby's gender since some of y'all want boy!dad Simon but originally Ghostie is a girl.

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❥ Babyfever!Dad!Simon who loves to toss the baby up in the air, simply just for amusement and both of them needed entertainment. Safe to say Soap never did that until the little one was a lot older because when he did it, he ended up with a glob of drool on his face.

❥ Babyfever!Dad!Simon who is always so vocal with his baby, you could just tell the influence of him talking to the baby. Just the rumble of his voice sends the tiny one into a fit of giggles while they're on his chest.

❥ Babyfever!Dad!Simon who was influenced by you to do that viral thing on the internet, people throwing a slice of cheese on their crying baby to make them stop. It worked and they ate it.. now he keeps the fridge stocked with sliced cheese for that reason.

❥ Babyfever!Husband!Simon who was determined to assemble everything, baby's crib, the car seat.. though the bottle sterilizer was something he needed your help with. Both of you trying to figure where the missing piece went only to find your little one chewing on it.

❥ Babyfever!Dad!Simon who comes home late at night yet his little one follows him like a mother duck, as much as he wants to, Simon refused to have contact until he's out and squeaky clean from a shower. Always worrying about how they might catch something from outside while the little one is directly outside the bathroom door waiting for their dad and peeking from the little space underneath the door, knocking every 3 minutes for dada to come out.

❥ Babyfever!Dad!Simon who has the time of his life teaching the baby CPR, it started as a joke between the 141 and now your baby knows the word and knows what to do in response to it, the bunny stuffie is the one receiving the medical attention with the little crisp giggle after Simon praises them.

❥ Babyfever!Dad!Simon who you find laughing his ass off at Soap who was forced by the puppy eyes of your little one to wear a pink tutu that was on the verge of breaking from his size, glittered fairy wings that were made of wire and horrid quality of pink mesh fabric, a plastic tiara and a light up fairy wand. They forced him to do ballet. (Gaz definitely had that as his phone's wallpaper for a month)

❥ Babyfever!Dad!Simon who love cherishing little moments of how the world reminds him of how naive, dumb and gullible his little one could be. Having a leash kid yet for a completely different reason from misbehaving and being too hyperactive. Walking on a bridge with him over a river as a little family outing at the park when your little one pointed at the aggressive stream of water underneath, Simon jokingly asking them if they want to be tossed in and without a word they turn to you with their arms up and wiggling for uppies. When that didn't work they turned to their dad doing the same thing, making Simon chuckle so much that he almost coughed as they slowly let their arms drape back down to their sides, little pout in disappointment. You playfully glared at your husband, having to explain to a toddler why they can't swim in a strong stream of dirty water.

❥ Babyfever!Dad!Simon who is very much amused about how the baby likes his stuble, hoping he won't cause a rash to them because of how much they press their face into his. He makes sure it's extremely well kept after the very first time it happened 😭.

❥ Babyfever!Dad!Simon who loves seeing his toddler in their sleep shirt which is basically just his shirt drooping on the floor because it's too big for them but the they're chinky enough to keep it on themselves. Just thinking of Simon hearing the loud stomps of footsteps approving their bedroom, the short pause of silence before the frantic sound of the door knob jingling, he always knew who was about to enter the room. Holding their bunny stuffie while pulling on the blanket of their dad's side of the bed to ask him for help to climb up.

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thatjadedhotmess · 3 years ago

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Library study dates

pairings/characters: albedo x gn!reader, kazuha x gn!reader

warnings⚠️: fluffiness that's pretty much it. wholesomeness as well yesyess

a/n: I'm finally almost done with exams and had time to finish this up I hope yall enjoy it TvT (sorry its looks kinda rushed ahhh)

albedo (阿貝多)

☁︎︎ yall know that light academia style with the dress shirt and a sweater vest? yes him that's how he's dressed with that messy hair bun.

☁︎︎ before you guys meet he would buy you a drink of your choice and stuff it into his bag so that he doesn't get caught bringing in sweet drinks into the library.

☁︎︎ he probably wouldn't go there to study though, more like be your tutor and help you out with whatever subject you need help with.

☁︎︎ is super patient about it too, like he would never lash out at you for not understanding something but would rather explain something to you in different manners until you understand it

☁︎︎ I kinda envision him also bringing along a thermo flask thoo,, and like inside is probably hot coffee or tea but he looks more like a coffee person to me;~;

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"Ahh thanks for the drink Albedo." You thanked him, taking a sip from the piping hot drink that he had bought for you and stuffed into his bag before going into the library.

You had told him you were going to be late that day and so you asked that he help get you a drink, of course adding that you would pay him back for the drink. Albedo being the gentleman he is, didn't let you pay for the drink.

Settling into the chair beside albedo, you quickly took out your Biology textbook. Albedo had agreed to meet you for a study session being the good table mate (and boyfriend) he was. He always did better academically than compared to you.

"So this right here is a kidney nephron," he used a pencil to point at the diagram located in your textbook. "There are a few main parts of the kidney nephron. The renal corpuscle, the proximal convoluted tubule, the loop of henlé, the distal convoluted tubule and finally, the collecting duct.."

"Now, the main function of this whole setup is for ultrafiltration and selective reabsorption to take place, so far so good y/n ?" he quizzed. you nodded your head while frantically trying to recount everything he just said so you could write it down in your notebook.

"Following, the kidney tubule also consists of a lot of things. this includes the-"

"Ahh- ok wait for a sec. Ok you can continue." You stuck your hand out in his face to get him to stop talking for a second, causing him to lightly chuckle.

Yeahh this was definitely going to be a long day you thought to yourself.

Kaedehara Kazuha (楓原万葉)

☁︎︎ sleep deprived ass. that's all thank you

☁︎︎ ooo he would definitely be the kind of person to wear comfy clothes. baggy pants, a random shirt and maybe a hoodie incase he (or you ehe) gets cold

☁︎︎ would ask to meet up and yes he does come on time but instead of studying with your he ends up falling asleep on the table in front of you.

☁︎︎ when he is awake however, he's a completely different person.

☁︎︎ beast mode: on

☁︎︎ headphones in, laptop out, phone shut off and furiously writing short notes on his paper the man is not allowing himself any distractions

☁︎︎ is also the mom friend and would most likely need to babysit you

☁︎︎ "here, i have an extra pen use this"

☁︎︎ "i still have water in my bottle, drink since yours was empty when you came and you haven't drank anything in the last 3 hours"

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"Heyy, kazu kazu, wake up sleepyhead." You whispered, poking him in the shoulder. Kazuha opened his eyes before rubbing them groggily, Huh he must've gotten a pretty bad night of sleep yesterday if he somehow ended up falling asleep while waiting for you in the public library.

"Ahhh, heyyy y/n" sleep still evident is his voice as he pushed himself off the table, slouching a little as he stared up at you, a dopey grin spread across his face.

Ahh man why is he so cute when he's like this?

You pinched his cheek, making him let out a soft whine. Moving towards the chair infront of him you quickly took out your things, seeing kazuha mirror your actions a moment later.

Once you guys had gotten everything you needed, kazuha and yourself quickly buried yourselves under the stack of papers you guys had gotten for homework.

While doing your work, you felt something nudge your shoulder. Someone nudge your shoulder. "Do you wanna start a spotify party?" Kazuha inquired while lifting up his phone. Of course you said yes, despite knowing that this would probably stop your productivity.

After you guys had successfully managed to start a session together, you were somewhat surprised by the genre of music kazuha had picked.

"Classical? I never knew you were a ravel fan."

"Im not. I just saw an article talking about how listening to classical helps when doing math." Using his pen, he pointed at the worksheet you were struggling with.

Touched by his actions, you stood up from your chair a little, extending a hand out to him lightly pat his head before ruffling his hair up. He leaned into your touch with a happy sigh upon receiving your affection.

You were definitely breaking concentration and probably disturbing others with your bold display of public affection, but you guess it was worth it. For his sake, anything was.

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mnxxlove · 3 years ago

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Hi loving your page just wondering if I could get a Richard madden hurt comfort fic plz;)

TEMPORARY DAMAGED

Pairing: Richard Madden

Prompts:

14; Hurt/Comfort

Word Count: 2091

Summary: Reader had gone through a really bad experience a few months ago… Y/n last relationship was abusive, toxic and manipulative. Her old boyfriend Nate, dumped her, just after cheating on her leaving her completely shattered.

Before and after the breakup, Y/n has always one of her closest friends to her side. Richard has given her some many pieces of advice here and there but her blinded heart, always made her wrong.

Months after breaking up, Richard made himself a promise to keep an eye on her but within months passed the only thing he figured out was that his love towards Y/n wasn’t merely platonic. His feelings started blooming once she let him into her heart but he then got scared of hurting her. That was his biggest fear.

Warnings: fluffiness overload, protectiveness, lots of heart eyes, caring, a bit of angst (srry hehe)

author’s note; It’s been so long! Just felt like writing smth like this ‘cause I needed some comfort too tbh. Hope you guys enjoy it! [ This has been on my drafts for so many months now, sorry thoo ] 💚

Thanks for your request ⭐️

*not my gif

The windows were wide open. Some fresh air came from the forest nearby giving him shivers that ran through his spine continuously. It was quite early in the morning and she was already trying to get her second cup of coffee of the day. Although the atmosphere felt peacefully relaxing, the cold shadows of the trees made Y/n’s wooden house to be somewhat freezing. She liked it but it also gave her an odd sensation of nostalgia she couldn’t comprehend quite too well.

The yellow lamp that was hanging from the ceiling was not turned on but a few white cinnamon candles were instead. There were some placed at the tea table that was behind her and there were also placed on the dark shelf that was above the piano, just where Y/n was currently playing. She was sitting on the black shiny chair in complete frustration. Her tired eyes scanned for the eleventh time in her notebook. She has been composing some songs lately, something which has been rather unusual for her even when that was basically her only job. Y/n thought it’d be impossible to write any songs or to compose any of them, but he has been encouraging her these past few days and she obviously needed to at least try…

She has not touched any of her instruments or written down any songs in the past six months. A lot has happened since Nate broke up with her. She’s not only received weird voicemails coming from him, telling her that they should go back together and that he supposedly changed for the better but even if they weren’t even together anymore, her mind was so used to his manipulative tongue that she was still pretending it was all her fault. She truly thought for a moment, that he was right and they should definitely go back together. Y/n wasn’t stupid, however, she believed that his manipulation made her belive she loved him. Y/n knew that the way he has treated her was not the best and that he could be quite too much of an arse. Nevertheless, he hasn’t always been like that with her. He could be sweet and kind. Even if that was a mask, she was too blinded to know it still.

She tries to convince herself to this day that even if she thinks that they should get back together it’s not worth it. Even after all the tears she’s cried and all the nightmares he’s put her through, Y/n was still somehow convinced to meet him a week ago. They met in a public place, while they drank a mug of hot chocolate. She was broken inside and out, but Y/n tried to not let him notice. She dressed herself with her favourite clothes and placed her hair in a way she knew it would suit her perfectly. She looked decent, too good for him. The fake smile that curved down Y/n lips seemed real, but deep down she knew that she was not going to be able to take it anymore.

Disenchanted, she kept playing the piano as she let her thoughts invade her heart once again. She remembered how anxious but happy she was that same day. Even the mere memory of the simple view of her own reflection standing in the mirror of her bathroom passed through her mind unconsciously, making her feel quite embarrassed of how pathetic she was feeling. She was ashamed of thinking she believed that she loved Nate. If she did he was never going to be worthy of her heart, or at least that’s what Richard has told her repeatedly… Suddenly her steady hands started shaking but y/n kept playing once the memory of Nate’s face fogged her with an abrupt emptiness. Her fingers slipped through the keys of her instrument vaguely well. Sadly, she couldn’t help but remember how she used to feel about all of this back then over and over again. It was suffocating. As if Nate was never going to leave her be. And now, even more knowing the fact that he’s promised to be a completely different person. Y/n knew it was a trap, but part of her wanted it to be true, which was bold and she knew it…

In a few minutes, her mind was clouded with thousands of thoughts. It wasn’t only the fact that she has been wondering about her ex, but her friend as well. Every single time Nate has hurt her in some way, she’s always had Richard no matter the circumstances. And even if she has tried to be for him too, it was impossible, and unfair. Exhaustion filled her body, leaving it tense. Y/n let out a deep sigh, her fingers still smoothly pressing some more than four keys of the piano at the same time. Her mind was being too loud at the moment, and even if she needed a break, Y/n knew that she was not going to stop, nevertheless, once a sudden whimper came out from her mouth, her eyes got shut down tightly, and both her hands pressed so many keys at the same time, forming a horrible yet unsettling sound that formed a outrageous echo all over the house. Y/n was breathless as if she had been holding her breath in for who knows how long. Still having her eyelids shut, she closed the piano slowly and placed both her elbows on top of the fall board. Her hands holding her heavy head in between them.

“Hey...” A soft yet familiar voice sounded from behind. Y/n shocked her head repeatedly, letting Richard know that it would be better not to approach.

Pursing his lips in concern, he looked at her and still walked towards her, both his hare hands trailing up to her shoulders. He was uncertain of his own actions. It didn’t matter what he did, because he’d still bleed for her.

What he felt for her was intense and pure and was completely afraid to mess it up but he cared for her too much to let her be on her own when he knows exactly when she’s asking for help.

“… The song isn’t going so bad. What 's wrong?” His soothing voice mixed with his hands caressing her shoulders over the thick wool jacket that she was wearing, felt quite comforting. She didn’t want him to take his firm yet soft hands off her. It was the only way she could feel present, not drifting through her past or getting herself lost in her worst memories. Richard supposed that she’s only gotten stressed out so he calmed down.

Not knowing what to say, Y/n raised her chin. Her head resting now on his chest. Her eyes stared at his own, and by doing this, he knew there was something else going on. Richard furrowed his eyebrows worried, one of hands traveled up to her face, staying right in between her neck and her jaw. His thumb made a few caresses on her chin which made her smile innocently. Richard’s blue stare was fixed on with tenderness. He really adored her and it killed him not knowing what was wrong. His hand traveled down again, placing on her shoulders one last time. Pursing his together he pressed his chin on her head and just sighed to himself before speaking.

“Is there anything you want us to talk about?” His deep response warned her. Y/n swallowed hard. She didn’t even know how he’s amazed her the fact that he’s realised how she really was.

Richard didn’t even stutter in asking her, though. He knew that something was off and was not not going to ignore it. He scanned her face, right before he decided to brush his hand off her body. Scoffing, he sat beside her.

“I just got tired of repeating this song over and over again.” She added,forcing a smile. But he wasn’t stupid, he knew her quite too well. Richard’s observant and he’s able to sense if something’s wrong with her easily. There was no way he was going to believe her, though. Sighing, he bowed his head aside.

“Are you sure nothing’s bothering you?” He continued, offering his hand for her to hold. Y/n placed her hand on his own an wrapped their fingers together.

“I just… I made something. And I have been deciding if it’s a good idea to tell you or not, cause, I don’t want you to get upset.” Y/n admitted, her face lowered.

She was ashamed. Part of her didn’t want to tell him about it, but it was the right thing to do. Her words resounded like a holy echo in his head as if his mind was an empty space. His palms started to get sweaty and he could not help but to move his left foot every once and then, anxiously.

“I doubt that. But hey, it 's okay. I won’t get upset with you, alright?” He smiled honestly, trying as best as he could to keep himself calmed.The least he wanted was to accidentally raise his voice and scare her. Richard was direct but still soft spoken, letting her trust him.

“I’ve received messages from Nate. And the other day, we decided to meet and have a chat. But I left before any of us started talking about getting or not getting back together... I know, I’ve told you so many times, that I didn’t want to get back with him, and that I didn’t love him. I was confused. I am in fact more than confused right now. He makes me feel insecure in my own head. He seemed completely different. Changed… But whenever he spoke, I couldn’t stop thinking about all the bad things he made me go through. So, right before he decided to ask me, I left.” She added, without keeping eye contact with Richard’s piercing blue eyes not even once. Y/n felt nakedly exposed whenever they’d have deep conversations or mere arguments. It made her feel small and vulnerable, but not in a bad way.

“...I don’t know what to do. I’m aware of what’s going on. I know he’s still right up here, inside my head. Messing up with my thoughts and my feelings which I definitely can’t stand anymore.” Y/n sighed, looking at him. She expected him to be concerned or to look at her with pity, however, on the other hand, he looked the exact opposite. He seemed proud of her but his eyes seemed off, sad.

“You’ve been in a toxic relationship for over three years. It was understandable, that you weren’t going to be a hundred percent sure of your feelings, at the end. I told you that it was going to be okay. You cried everyday, for over a week, telling me that it was going to be impossible. And that you weren’t going to be able to trust anyone, not even yourself. But here we are now. You trusted in yourself deeply. And you made the wisest of the decisions. And it is such an achievement! You shouldn’t feel bad for it. Really.”Richard admitted happily. She didn’t see his reaction though, she was looking down, playing with her hands uncomfortably.

“Hey…” He whispered, catching her attention. Richard took her chin delicately and moved it towards his direction, so she could look at him straight to his eyes.

They didn’t say anything but if their eyes were able to express everything they wanted to say, no one would be able to separate them, not even their hearts. It was easy to let her know that he loved her, but at the same time it was so damn hard to admit it, although she already knew he did.

She knew that he loved her to bits, but Y/n never crossed through her mind the mere thought of him loving her romantically. Bold of her to even see how bright his eyes shone when he sees her and how petite she makes him feel sometimes. There was nothing in the world he most desired for but for her to know what he truly felt for her.

She would someday… At least not until her heart heals, Richard would not make a single movement. He wants to be with her, but there’s no rush to tell her, and there’s no need to force a broken heart to love his own.

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bluegarners · 3 years ago

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Hello Darling! For the ask game

First 📥 , and 🌝 and last 🖋️

Too many i think hehe but if you don't want to answer the last one that's completely fine :D i will understand

Anyways i missed you 🥺 just saw your last asks with some your writing and i was just like : "omgggg this is soo good for my brain and for my mental health" you have no idea- your writing makes me feel a lot of stuff 😩 (in a good way thoo)

Well,just wanted to share that with you :) sending a hug and a kiss on the cheek <3

cereal! dearest! i have missed writing and i have missed you too, love!!

📥 What is your fave fic to receive comments/messages on?

i don't think i have one, honestly! i am so grateful for any and all comments i get that i don't really care which fic they're on! it means the absolute world to me that someone wanted to tell me something they liked about my writing, even if it was a one-shot or something i wrote years ago

🌝 Who is one character you haven’t yet written for that you would like to?

duke thomas!!! the crazy boy himself!! i think he's a for sure underrated character and he's got the heart of what it is to be robin without actually being robin. he's also just really cool and i would love to write him doing cool things and being street-smart (which, hello, why is everyone always focused on the book smart aspect of the batfam?? let them use their street smarts!!)

🖊 Post a snippet from a current WIP.

UGH you know me so well, cereal- literally live to tease wips

“When did these hallucinations begin?” Doctor Leslie asks. They are sitting opposite one another, the Doctor in a chair and Bruce on the examination table.

“The auditory hallucinations began about an hour ago,” he explains, keeping his eyes fixed on the woman in front of him. “Visual and scent hallucinations about forty minutes ago.”

Doctor Leslie nods. “Can you tell me what you’re seeing?”

Immediately, Bruce’s eyes dart over to the little boy’s. He stands next to Alfred, unmoving, still, and so, so quiet. “Richard Grayson,” he answers, forcing himself to pull his attention back. “The night of the… accident. He’s disfigured, like the crime scene photos showed.” Plip. Plip. “He hasn’t stopped bleeding.”

“Okay. Is Richard in this room with us, Bruce?”

Splat. “Yes.”

#cerealwithaster #ask game #writing

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connorsui · 11 months ago

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I can't breathe …I WAS TRYING TO READ A LITTLE SUM FOR ASTARION BEFORE BED BUT THIS JUST BROKE ME IN TEARS!?!? LIKE WHAT U MEAN HE COULDNT LET OUT WHAT HE WANTED TO SAY!? …like bby ..my beloved please don't cry …I didn't move on so easily ..I still have you in my mind …you are still in my soul

I didn't move on I swear 💔💔🤡🤡

My author my writer my beloved …u have me in devastation tonight and I'm looking at my blank wall of pretty lights and gold leafs wondering what I'm doing wrong in life 🧍🏻‍♀️ like don't get me wrong …I love halsin ..like halsin can get it any day if he asked ✨️ he's just hot 💅🏻

But …astarion thoo …please I- ..this is barely the first chapter and I don't know how long this is gonna be but I gotta know what else is gonna happen!?!?💀😭😭 imma treat this like my new HBO MAX series that I barely just saved on my pretty list of faves✨️

Tho let me be for real …I was actually in despair ..I was depressed for like a good minute just thinking of astarion huddling himself in a corner of his makeshift bed and holding a tiny piece of myself cuz he misses me ….like - I know I'm probably fucking a bear in the woods right now 💀�� but I JUST CANT LEAVE HIM LIKE THIS!!?!?!

WE GOTTAA HAVE HIM BACK SOMEHOW 😭😭!?

The fact you have me devastated like this …has your story inside my expensive marbled folder of favorite stories ever made 💫 it will be categorized and properly detailed with the reasonings why I love it and it's cuz the author made me happily emotional in my little pink bean bag chair ✨️💅🏻

I Should Tell You - Chapter 1

༺Summary༻

In a fit of guilt, Astarion tries to confess his deception to you. At the last moment, he loses his nerve and ends your relationship with another lie. He's resigned himself to having lost his chance with you forever when once again everything changes. With the two of you out on your own, will he be able to take a chance and tell you everything, and will you forgive him when he does?

༺Pairing༻ Astarion x Female Reader

༺Warnings�� Sexual references

༺Word Count༻ 1888

Astarion was, well, he was loath to admit it, but he was brooding. He’d taken up a private room at the Elfsong now that everything was over, one where he could keep protected from the sun while the rest of his companions, yourself included, lived their lives in the light of day. Slowly, condemned back to the shadows, locked in his room with drapes drawn tight against the burning daylight, he’d drifted further and further away from the group. Culminating in tonight, where he had one perfunctory drink at the farewell party and slipped off away from the group to hide out amongst his books and the shadows of his mind.

For the last several weeks, everyone had put their all into assisting Baldur’s Gate in starting to rebuild. Those who were left anyway, Wyll and Karlach were in Avernus, and Lae’zel was off to wage war on Vlaakith. Now those who were left would be parting ways as well, Shadowheart to see the world, Gale back to Waterdeep, Jaheira and Minsc to rebuild the Baldur’s Gate Harpers, and you and Halsin…hells, he didn’t want to know.

If he were being honest with himself, which felt like it was to be avoided these days, there was more to his self-imposed exile than returning to a nocturnal life. Seeing the two of you together made it feel like a dagger was shoved between his ribs and playing around with his insides.

And the worst part was, it was all his fault. He couldn’t be mad at you or the infuriatingly perfect Druid. Well, he shouldn’t anyway, he still found himself wanting to shred Halsin’s throat with his teeth every time he pulled you close and kissed you like you were a goddess he was paying worship to. He’d done it to himself though, weaving a web of lies and manipulations so dense he’d trapped himself while you slipped through, unscathed.

That web became too entangled with the way you’d stood firm against that Drow, for him. You’d seen him as a person, and he’d repaid that by seeing you as a pawn. At least at first. By the time you shouted at that vile creature on his behalf, he’d become so hopelessly lost in the strands of feeling that had grown and wrapped around his heart, he knew he had to give up the plan, and give you the truth, even if you hated him for it.

As soon as your group had made camp that night, not far enough from the shadows of Moonrise Towers for anyone's comfort, he'd made his way over to you. “I want to thank you,” he’d started, sure of his course. “For what you said whilst in front of that vile Drow…

“...You made me realize I never stopped thinking like his slave.” He drew in a breath, despite the fact that he didn’t need it, and froze. Patiently, you stared up at him with that affectionate look you always had, giving him space to collect his thoughts. You, the fount of warmth and sweetness he didn’t deserve, the love he couldn’t hope to keep. Frantically, he willed himself to speak, to tell you what you needed to know, no matter the consequences.

“And I realize I don’t think I’m ready for a relationship.” The words had spilled out of his lips before he could think them through and he watched as your eyes widened in hurt.

“Gods no, what the fuck are you doing,” he cursed himself, but still the words came.

“Being with someone still feels tainted, I need to figure out who I am, what I want.” Finally, he’d bitten down on his own tongue to stop the tide, but the damage was done.

Those loving eyes of yours sparkled with tears, but that composure he’d begrudgingly come to admire since he met you held firm. “Is this really what you want, Astarion?”

“No, no, no. I want you, I want it to be real.” If he gave you the truth and you sent him away, he couldn’t bear it. At least this way he could salvage your friendship, still bask in your light from time to time. The excuse was flimsy, even to himself, but he’d been a liar from the start.

“I think it's for the best, I'm sorry.” Twice, he’d lied to you, twice, there would never be any coming back from this. “Please don't be mad at me.”

You stepped forward and he instinctively came close to cowering away. But you weren’t intent on harming him, instead wrapping your arms around him in a gentle embrace. “I think I understand. I’m not mad if this is what you need.”

Your arms felt as though they were crushing him, their touch burning his skin. The urge to pull away and flee was almost overwhelming. But you deserved this one last bit of comfort. “Thank you,” he murmured, resting his head on your shoulder, breathing you in, and resigning himself to a life without this.

After you finally pulled away, you went to his tent and packed your things, leaving to set up on your own and let him endure the night without you at his side. There was a time when he’d never believe his own space could feel so empty. Back in the spawn dormitory, he would have given anything for this solitude. Now it was wretched. And so his first night alone was passed in miserable resolution, and when the day dawned, he went on as though all was right.

It wasn’t lost on him that you would eventually find other companionship, you were attractive, witty, brave, and immensely caring. And from what he’d seen, you certainly weren’t interested in a celibate lifestyle. That line of reasoning still didn't prepare him for the night the group camped outside Rivington.

Astarion had just returned from a hunt, the blood of a rabbit fresh on his tongue. It wasn’t you but he hadn’t dared ask to touch your neck after everything, electing to spend his trance hours dreaming of those moments between you instead. It was better than the nightmares of Cazador and his tortures at least. As he’d crept into the circle of ruined buildings that camp had been set up in, he stopped short, the world feeling as though it was closing in around him.

You were talking to Halsin, who held one of your hands in his, and somehow, even with his ridiculously large hands, delicately brushed a strand of hair behind your ear with the otherl. Time slowed and Astarion felt as though the blood in his stomach might make its way back out of his mouth.

In the dim firelight, the stars gleaming without a cloud to obscure them, Halsin kissed you. Softly, slowly at first, and then his hands wandered to your hips to pull you in as he deepened it. Your hands came to rest on those broad shoulders and instead of pulling away as Astarion desperately hoped you would, you leaned into it, eager and wanting. He wasn’t close enough, but Astarion could swear he heard the little moan you probably made. The same sound you used to make for him.

Halsin stared down at you after breaking the kiss, no doubt with naked lust written on his face, and offered you his hand again. And that was the that, the two of you began to quietly walk away from camp while Astarion fled to his tent, crawling into his bedroll and desperately choking down the sobs that threatened.

It had been bound to happen, but how soon, was what burned from the inside out. Just like that, you’d forgotten all about him, as though he hadn’t mattered in the first place. How dare you. He tried to summon anger with you, to wash away the pain. It was a betrayal, he had every right to be angry. You waited for no time at all, you moved on so easily, you…you just forgot he loved you.

Not that he’d ever said it, but you must have known. The bedroll was even colder than usual as Astarion clung to the one object he found comfort in. Kept secreted away amongst his things, a shirt of yours he managed to pilfer before his botched confession. By day, it was tucked in his pack, and at night it filled his bedroll beside him. Pulling it into his arms, he inhaled what was left of your scent on it, and buried his face in the pillow to weep bitter tears.

He emerged the next morning into daylight that no longer held the promise it had so recently. Almost immediately you ran to him, taking your arm in his, giving him a moment of foolish hope. If things had gone badly between you and Halsin, he would rectify his mistake and tell you everything, he privately swore.

All it took was one look in your eyes to know that hope was in vain. “Astarion, I need to tell you something, and I wanted you to hear it from me first.” You led him away from the rest of the group, almost to the spot where he’d seen you with Halsin. The rest of your companions pretended not to notice the obvious personal moment occurring a stone's throw away from them.

It was a good thing he'd cried every tear he had last night. “Well go on Darling, don't keep me in suspense,” he plastered on a grin.

“The thing is,” you look everywhere but at him, “Halsin and I, well, things happened between us last night, and I think I'd like to pursue whatever this is. It just felt right to tell you first.”

Astarion laughed, a hollow sound to his own ears, but convincing enough for you, it seemed. “My Dear, you were worrying yourself about this? Don't vex your pretty little head like that, I don't begrudge your need for intimacy. Even if I fail to understand the appeal of a man who's always going on about enjoying the freedom of nature's gifts.”

“Astarion,” you scolded, but a subtle smile told him you were relieved. “Behave yourself.”

“Let me have a little fun at your expense.” He disentangled his arm from yours, its warmth suddenly smothering. Taking your hand, he kissed it gently. “I'm glad, you deserve to be happy.” That part he did mean, even as he reviled how it was happening. “And I'm sure you and Halsin will be. Don't worry about me.”

“Please worry about me. Can't you see how I'm bleeding?”

Leaning up, you kissed his cheek, with all the gentleness in the world. “Thank you, Astarion, I'm glad you understand, I'd never want to hurt you.”

From that moment on, you were Halsin's and Astarion had to grin and pretend to be happy for you. That's what friends were for and you insisted you two were friends. The two of you seemed so disgustingly infatuated with each other, he wanted to scream at times. So naturally he'd assumed you'd be happily headed out on some grand, romantic journey together.

Which was why it startled him to nearly a second death when you burst into his claimed sanctuary, clearly distraught and slamming the door behind you. “I'm sorry… I can't be in there,” you gasped out between sobs.

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I’ll Handle This (11)

In Which The Metaphorical Crap Hits The Metaphorical Fan

Who authorized this angst in my crack fic?

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BWAAAAAAAA

BWA-BWAHHHHH

BWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

“Where did you get a harmonica?” Adrien whispered.

BWAAAAAAAA

BWA-BWA-WAAAHHHHHH

“Wish I was back in Texas.

The ocean's no place for a squirrel.

Wish I was in Texas,

Prettiest place in the world, oh no.”

“Are you going to answer my question? Or are you going to continue to serenade your cellmates?”

“I guess deep in my heart,

I'll always be a Texas girl.”

“We’re in jail, you know. Maybe that’s not a big deal for you, but it is for me!”

“I wanna go hoooooome, home.”

Adrien scoffed and sunk into the pocket, sulking. Of course, since he was in a Kwami’s body, he was not in jail. He could leave at any time. In fact, he wanted to. Desperately. Jail, cells, bars, they were all part of his greatest nightmare.

But he stayed with Plagg.

They hadn’t been given a reason for arrest. Just, slapped with cuffs and hulled out of the Lahiffe household.

Plagg went quietly. Asking no questions and offering no protests. It was like he knew what was to come.

Adrien couldn’t fathom the speed at which things happened.

And where the hell did Plagg get that harmonica?

BWAAHHHHHH

“Alright alright, Mr. Agreste. Enough with the music. Give it here!” An officer approached the bars, hand outstretched.

“Are you going to tell me what I’m in here for?”

The officer huffed. “We were asked to scare you straight. Your father said you were traveling a road of self-destruction, and thought a night in jail would help clear your mind.”

“That’s what I thought.” He stepped back, and continued to play his harmonica.

BWAAAAAAAA

“Hey, I said hand over the harmonica!”

“If you want it, you have to come get it.”

“Oh, you don’t want me to, kid. Just make this easy and hand it over.”

“Do you often arrest kids for no reason?” Plagg asked instead.

The policeman crossed his arms. Plagg could read his nameplate, which said Daryl. “I’m not sure what ‘no reason’ is to you...but your father sure gave me an earful of what you’ve been up to. I have a nephew your age. If he was doing the crap you were, I’d hall his ass in here too to straighten him out.”

“And what, pray tell, did my father say I was doing?”

“Drugs. For one thing. Running around with some local gangs. Theft. Getting violent. Playing hooky.”

Plagg groaned. “Man, I hate to say it, but you got played. Sure, if I was doing all that, I wouldn’t blame my father for asking you to scare me straight. But that’s not what happened. Look at me. Do you think I would jeopardize these good looks for some drugs or fights?”

Officer Daryl pulled a stool over and took a seat.

“Alright, let’s hear your side of the story, then.”

“First of all, I should have called you guys on him. He’s a tyrant! He’s the most self-centered, emotionally constipated, jerk-hole in Paris. And we’re French! That’s saying a lot!”

“Does he physically harm you?” Daryl asked with concern.

“Well...no. I wouldn’t put it past him, but not yet, at least.”

“Does he provide a clean, safe environment for you?��

“Almost too safe...” Plagg muttered.

“Does he withhold necessities? Such as food, shower, or a bed?”

“No, he cuts me off socially though. And he neglects my emotional needs. He thinks that because I’m fed and clothed, that’s all I need.”

“I get it,” the man sighed. “Really, I do. It sucks to have a parent that seems like they don’t care. But I’ve seen mothers smoke crack in front of their malnourished, filthy babies. I arrested a pimp beating up a prostitute in front of her toddler. Your father might not be the best, but he’s far from the worst. And that is not something we can really help with.”

Plagg took this into consideration and nodded. Police couldn’t really arrest someone for being a sourpuss, right?

“However, when he comes to pick you up in the morning, we can recommend him to get you both in family therapy. That might be the avenue to take.” He smirked. “So if it wasn’t drugs, what did you do to make your father so upset?”

“My father is Gabriel Agreste, fashion police. And I wore this out,” he gestured to the kilt he still wore. “Among other hideous outfits, just to get his attention.”

The man looked extremely disturbed by this. “You’re serious? That’s it?”

“I mean, I also ran away from home...”

“Ah, now that is a little bit more of a problem. You’re what, 14?”

“15.”

“A minor. Your father does have guardianship over you. This would be grounds for us to bring you home...but I wouldn’t have brought you here.”

“So you’ll let me go?”

“I could, but then you could be lying about all this.”

“What do I have to do to prove I’m not lying? Blood test?”

“Now hold on, kid. As long as you behave tonight, we’ll put in a good word for you tomorrow. And like I said, we’ll talk to your father about family counseling...and we’ll have a word with him about misusing resources.”

This was not good enough to Plagg. Because Gabriel was still winning. Slap on the wrist or not, having Adrien spend the night in jail would be seen as a victory in Gabriel’s eyes. Adrien was under control again.

And that would just not do.

“You have my word, Daryl, I’ll behave.” He smiled.

“Glad to hear it. You can hold onto the harmonica, just keep it down.” Daryl scooted the stool back to where he had grabbed it, and walked back from where he came.

Once the coast was clear, Plagg let Adrien out of his jacket.

“Okay, phase into the lock and get me out.”

“What!” Adrien shrieked. “No no no! I’m not busting your butt out of jail! That’s illegal!”

“So are most of the things I do, but that doesn’t stop me.”

“You said that there wasn’t a lock in this world that could hold you. I will not be your keyblade.”

“What?”

“It’s a video game reference.”

“Nerd.” Plagg nabbed him out of the air and pulled on his tail.

“Ow! Hey!”

“Sit still!” He yanked and twisted and scrunched his tail until it was a crooked pin shape, then he stuck it in the lock, fiddled with it, before the door slid open.

“Geez, next time I’ll just phase through the lock.”

“That’s what I thought.”

Plagg tucked Adrien back into his jacket and closed the cell door behind him.

“So how are we going to get out? You can’t just walk out the front door.”

Plagg narrowed his eyes. “Or can I?”

“It won’t work.”

“Try me, bitch.” And Plagg walked with deliberate steps towards the front doors, where they had been escorted in.

Daryl, of course, spotted him. “Ah! Agreste! I don’t know how the hell you got out—“

Plagg raised a hand, two fingers together with the thumb out to the side. Then he stated sharply. “Eck thoos yul hikteem!”

Daryl stopped, blinked once, twice, then said, “oh, Adrien, you’re right. Your father really did do us both a disservice. Come on, I’ll escort you up front. Do you need a ride back to your friend’s house?”

Adrien’s jaw dropped. It wasn’t supposed to be that easy!

“No thanks, officer. I think I’ll walk.”

“Okay kiddo. Let us know if your old man gives you any more problems, okay?”

“Haha, will do!”

Once outside, with the doors firmly closed behind them, Adrien emerged. “What was that?”

“What was what?”

“That—that spell! Have you always been able to do that?! Do you use it on me?!”

“Simmer down, buddy.” Plagg patted him on the head. “It was just a...very specific destruction spell.”

“What did you do?”

“It’s temporary, really. Nothing to worry about. Back in the old days, people might realize I used the spell on them, but with him...he might just have some doubts about his decision to let me out.”

“Okay, but what did you do?!”

“Just a little spell that changed his resolve. Earlier, I convinced him to let me go, but that little barrier of…justice, or honor, or whatever kept him from following through. So I just…removed it.”

“You just…removed it?”

“Yep!”

“How often do you use that?”

“Never, if I can help it. Notice I usually just annoy people to get my way. And using spells with the three conditions is completely counterproductive, by the way. Magic is a tool, not a shortcut.

“So you can’t use that spell to get my dad to drop whatever wall he has between us?”

“No, because it’s effects are temporary, and we have to convince him to ease up on his own. You see?”

“I think so…so what now?”

Plagg smiled.

—

11:30 pm. The evening bowel movement. Ever since he turned thirty, Gabriel was able to predict and prepare for the movement. But he liked it that way. Everything should be planned out and under control. Something so animalistic as defecating would not interrupt his day.

Now finished with his business, he came back down and headed to his Atelier, to prepare notes for the company tomorrow morning.

He walked in, and noticed the lights were off. Odd. Had he shut them off by accident when he left for the bathroom? Had Nathalie shut them off?

He flicked the light on, and the big plush red desk chair behind his desk swung around slowly.

“Well, well, well…If it isn’t the parent of the year.”

Gabriel just gaped in shock. “You-you…how did you get here?! I just talked to—an hour ago! The police! You were in jail!”

“My my, Gabriel. I have never seen you so flustered before.” He shook his head with a chuckle. “Are you ready to call it quits yet? Or are you going to call the police on me again? What little lie will you tell this time? That I was trespassing? After I ran away from home?”

“Now Adrien, this was for your own good!”

“I think we both know this has far passed my own well being, old man.”

Gabriel just continued to stare at him, and Plagg wondered when the anger would burst out. Gabriel was never a level-headed man. So to see him so shocked, almost afraid, was concerning.

Actually no, it was delightful.

“You’re obsessed with control. To the point where I look like a cardboard cutout to you, instead of your son. Your son who is a human, with wants and needs and the capacity to make mistakes. But I can love. God, I can love, Gabriel. I want to love you. And my mind tells me I have to, because you’re my father. But your actions, your coldness, your control? That tells me that my love is being wasted. I might as well love my rock wall. It gives me the same amount of affection that you do.”

Gabriel looked away, brow furrowed in thought. He still didn’t look angry, just confused and unsettled. “I really can’t...” he muttered to himself.

“I’m sorry, what was that? You really can’t what? Control me? Is that what you were going to say?”

“In a way...” Gabriel breathed. “Or ‘get you under control’, more specifically. But that’s the same thing, right? I want you to behave...but my way. And...you don’t want to.”

“And that bugs you. Because all your employees do as you ask. But I’m not an employee. I think you forgot that.”

“You escaped jail.”

“I thought we were past that.”

“Yes. Sorry, you’re right. I’m just...how? I talked to them, they said they were going to hold you until morning.”

“I told you. There’s not a lock on earth that can hold me.”

Gabriel collapsed into a chair, pushing his fingers through his hair and mussing it up. “Alright. I’m cornered. What do you want?”

“A dad.”

Gabriel frowned. Like the phrase was utter nonsense to him.

Plagg stood and came closer, and when he spoke, his tone was much softer than it had been. “What’s going on? Why do you always push me away?”

Gabriel tapped his thumbs together, clearly thinking.

“I mean,” Plagg continued. “I’m no psychiatrist. If you’d rather us get therapy together, I would be down for that.”

“Do you trust me?” Gabriel asked instead.

“I’d like to,” Plagg shrugged. “But you haven’t trusted me enough to trust you back.”

Gabriel stood. “Then I think it’s about time I let you in on what’s really been happening. It’s...it’s complicated. And I don’t expect you to understand right away. I should have told you sooner, but...I didn’t know how.” He walked over to the painting of Emilie in the style of Klimt. Then he beckoned Plagg closer.

Plagg stood at his side, and looked at the painting with Gabriel.

He expected some long winded monologue about love, and soulmates and how much losing a partner can hurt. He expected excuses and blame and guilt.

He didn’t expect for the floor to move.

Down.

Adrien dared to peek out of the jacket, just to take a glance.

They reached the bottom. A garden at the end of a bridge.

Plagg was on edge, but didn’t speak. He just followed Gabriel down the bridge. Up to a tube.

No, a casket.

With Adrien’s mother inside.

Wow.

So...this was a lot more than he was prepared for. And Gabriel certainly was not a normal, predictable human.

Gabriel 1. Plagg 0.

Actually, right now it was more like Gabriel 1, Plagg 89. But who was counting?

“I...that’s...” the shock was genuine. Adrien never knew what happened to his mom. And the whole time, she was in the basement?

“She’s in a coma, and can’t wake up. It’s an effect of using the broken peacock miraculous.”

Oh shit. Oh shit shit shit. This was bad. Really really terribly awfully bad. Edge of a knife, balancing on a thread kind of bad.

“It is my hope that by obtaining the Ladybug and Black Cat miraculous, I can join them and wish for her to be healed and wake up.”

Don’t say it. Don’t you dare say it, Gabe!

“I’ve been trying to do so with the use of the Butterfly Miraculous, as Hawkmoth.”

Goddamn son of bitch!

It occurred to Plagg that Adrien would probably not be taking this news quite as calmly as he was. Adrien would be screaming and crying, and begging his father not to do this. But Plagg just stood there, staring at Mrs. Agreste. It was shocking, and heartbreaking, but for Plagg, it was more frustrating and annoying.

How was he supposed to repair this relationship now? Gabriel certainly didn’t seem remorseful.

“And now that I’ve told you this…I’d like you to join me. I need your help, Adrien, to bring back your mother.”

And that was the final nail in the coffin.

“Won’t you say something, son?”

What was there to say? ‘No’? ’Screw you old man’? No…he had to find some way to repair this.

“How did you find out about the wish?” Plagg asked.

Gabriel opened his lapel, and his kwami emerged. “This is Nooroo, he allows me to transform into Hawkmoth.”

Plagg turned his slitted eyes onto his estranged brother, only to receive a wide-eyed gasp. Nooroo knew, but continued to stay silent and wait.

“He told me about the wish. He said it was the only way to save her.”

“The only way he knew of.” Plagg corrected.

Gabriel narrowed his eyes at him. “What—?”

Plagg sighed. “The ultimate wish would, potentially, work, however, balance must always be maintained. If you want to wake her up, someone else would have to take her place. Someone you love. Someone like Adrien.”

Gabriel took a step back. “Who are you?”

“Ah, finally figured it out, hmm Gabe?”

Gabriel went pale. “Jesus Christ…I asked who you are! Where’s my son?!”

“He’s near. And he’s safe. It took you two weeks to notice that I wasn’t Adrien. Nino and Marinette figured it out way sooner. This possibly could have gone on forever if I hadn’t given myself away.”

“WHO ARE YOU?!” Gabriel shouted, actually scared.

Plagg smirked. “Name’s Plagg. The Black Cat Kwami. At your service.”

“You…how? Why?”

“The more important question is, do you want to save your family?”

Gabriel gaped at him, so many questions going through his mind.

“Keep in mind, the ultimate wish is half of my power. I know how it works. And I think I have an idea to save Emilie without sacrificing Adrien.”

“Let me see him,” Gabriel begged, his voice full of gravel. “Let me see my son!”

Plagg took Adrien out of his jacket and held him up in his hand.

Poor Adrien was bawling. He covered his face with his paws to keep from making noise.

“Adrien…”

“How could you…you know I missed her so much…She was right here the whole time?” He sobbed. “And…and Hawkmoth…you’ve hurt everyone I’ve ever cared about.”

“Now son…”

“No! Shut up!” He wailed. “I agreed to this stupid body swap with Plagg because he promised that he’d get you to love me again…but I don’t know if I could love you. You’re a monster.”

Gabriel stared, mouth open, fighting for words, willing to protest, but he had nothing.

Plagg drew Adrien up to his face, holding him close to his cheek. “I’ve got you, buddy. It’s alright.”

The Butterfly Miraculous burned on his chest, boiling with the despair from his son. Normally, Gabriel would want to capitalize on it…but now, he just wanted to make it go away.

“What do I need to do to fix this?” He asked.

“Well, for starters, hand over your Miraculous. And the Peacock, while you’re at it.”

Adrien watched in amazement as Gabriel willingly handed over both brooches.

“Okay,” Plagg stated with an exhale, he deposited Adrien’s tiny form into Gabriel’s hand. “Here, talk with your son. Listen to what he has to say. I’m going to take these somewhere safe. And talk to my sources about helping Emilie.”

Gabriel clenched his eyes shut, like he was trying not to cry. “Had I known saving her would have been this easy, I would have asked for help. I don’t know how but...I would have.”

Adrien didn’t hold back the snark from his voice as he said, “Anything would have been better than terrorizing the entirety of Paris. What will mom think?”

This made Gabriel moan in pain. He hadn’t even considered it.

“How do I get out of here?” Plagg interrupted.

“Oh uh…the elevator. There’s a button with an up arrow.”

“Okay, I’ll be back Adrien.” Plagg took quick steps from the room.

He knew they had to talk. Nothing would be fixed without them having honest communication, but it felt wrong to leave Adrien behind like that.

Worst case scenario, Adrien could always cataclysm his father. It might permanently get them stuck until Adrien’s body perishes, but…

He left the mansion, making a beeline for Marinette’s house. The bakery was closed, and the lights were off, but Marinette’s lights were still on.

Thankfully, he had his phone.

“Hello?” Marinette’s cheerful chirp came from the other side.

“Hey Marinette, I’m outside.”

“What? Where?”

“Not on the balcony, at the front door. I have a present for you.”

The phone hung up, and he saw a light turn on in the stairwell. Then Marinette stumbled down the stairs and opened the door. “Do you have any idea what time it is? Why didn’t you transform?”

“Couldn’t. Here,” and he took her hand and slapped the brooches in it.

“I...are these...? Is this a joke?”

“Nope. Gabriel Agreste is Hawkmoth and he handed these over to me himself.”

“Gabriel is...?” She clutched her heart. “Adrien...where’s Adrien?”

“Currently having a heart to heart with his dad.”

“Yeah, but...isn’t one of the conditions to repair their relationship?”

“Yep.”

Tears welled up in her eyes. “And he was really Hawkmoth?”

“He was trying to get the miraculous to bring his wife back. She’s in a coma in their basement.”

“Oh my god...”

“You said it, sister.”

“Is he okay? Should I go over there?”

“He’s upset. Obviously. I was hoping Ladybug and the horse miraculous would make an appearance over there. We can take Emilie to the Guardian temple in Tibet. They certainly have a way to wake her up.”

“Are you sure? Or are you just hoping?”

“I’m sure. Not the first time a miraculous has broken and hurt someone.”

“Should I bring the peacock too, then?”

“Maybe keep it in your compact, just in case.”

Just then, a chirp came from the ring.

“Uh, well I’ll be a monkey’s uncle.”

“What?”

“A condition was just met.”

Marinette grabbed his hand and stared at the ring. “What?! How?!”

He shrugged.

“Lila must have died.”

Plagg laughed. “You think that’s more likely?”

“I’ve seen how stubborn Mr. Agreste can be. There’s no way they’ve reconciled. What was the wording of the condition, exactly?”

Plagg smirked. “Conveniently, we didn’t have specific wording. The three conditions are ‘return unrequited crush from Ladybug—“

“Which was already requited, so it shouldn’t have even counted.”

“‘Get rid of Lila permanently,’ and ‘fix the relationship with father’. If you have a leaky pipe, you can replace the whole thing, or you could just throw some duct tape on it. Both would be considered fixes. Maybe they found their duct tape for now.”

“Perhaps. But I’m not going to stop worrying until I see him myself. Let me pop these in the Miracle Box, and I’ll meet you down in a minute.”

—

Ladybug returned to the mansion with Plagg. He escorted her in, passed the office, down the hidden elevator, and into the garden where he had left Gabriel and Adrien.

When the door opened, there was laughter. Not manically laughter, like one might think of in a villain's lair, but laughter like someone told a really good joke.

“And then I said, ‘Napoleon may not have designed his coat, but he had a hand in it!’” More laughter.

Puns.

They were bonding over effing puns.

“Adrien?” Ladybug called out carefully, in case he had lost his mind.

“My lady!” He chirped, and zipped over to her, nuzzling her cheek.

Ladybug squeezed him carefully in her hands and kissed his little head. “Are you okay? Plagg told me what happened. I’m so sorry, Sunshine.”

He gave her a little smile, a purr rumbling in his chest. “I’m okay, my lady. Or I will be. My dad apologized, and we talked and...well, put a bandaid on a bullet wound. But it’s a start.”

“Ladybug?” Gabriel asked softly. “Would you...help my wife?”

She stepped closer to the coffin, finally seeing Emilie in her coma. She looked like a living doll. Was she even breathing?

“Plagg says the Guardians in Tibet can help. But I would like my Kwami to take a look first, just to make sure. Are you going to behave?”

“All I want is my wife back. If your miraculous is the bad way to do it, then I don’t want it. I almost lost Adrien. I don’t want that to happen.”

It was a good answer. “Spots off.”

Gabriel gasped when he saw her, and then chuckled. “Of course it would be you, Miss Dupain-Cheng.”

“What’s so funny?”

“You know, I tried to akumatize you several times.”

“Yeah, I remember.” She glared at him.

“I thought you would be a perfect akuma. You’re incredibly creative, resourceful, strong-willed, and have a strong sense of justice. I knew that if I could get you, I’d definitely win.”

She shrugged. “I guess I will take that as a compliment...”

Tikki flitted over to the casket, followed by Plagg. They observed, and conversed.

“Do you think it will work?” Asked Adrien.

“Plagg certainly seemed to think so.” She scratched the back of his head. “You know, your ring went off while Plagg was briefing me. Seems you met another condition.”

Adrien looked at her with wide eyes. “You serious?”

“Seems like your bandaid did just enough. Or Lila died.”

“Lila? Lila Rossi? What does she have to do with this?” Asked Gabriel.

So they told him the whole story. About how Adrien had lamented to Plagg about his problems, and how Plagg had tricked him. They laid out the conditions and explained that only one remained.

Getting Lila to leave him alone.

“Well, for one thing, I can fire her.” Gabriel said simply. “I have no need for a compulsive liar in my employment.”

Adrien hugged his father’s neck. “Thankyouthankyouthankyou!”

“Of course, I could also set up a restraining order, if you’d like.”

“That would make things...maybe even more difficult. She would take it as a challenge.”

“I thought as much. Well, if Emilie is truly going to Tibet, I will go with. And while we’re gone, we’ll think of ways to help with Lila. If you haven’t solved it already. I should probably leave an email for Nathalie so she knows what’s happened.”

“Did she know?”

“Mayura.”

“Ah, right.”

“Oh crap!” Adrien suddenly exclaimed.

“What?”

“Nino still thinks I’m in jail!”

#ml #miraculous ladybug #marinette dupain cheng #adrienette #adrien agreste #adrien and plagg #plagg #I'll handle this #fanfiction #identity reveal

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millt · 3 years ago

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BUNGOU STRAY DOGS as

ANIMAL CROSSING players

tale 2 of 2.

# tale 1 .ᐟ

# masterlist .ᐟ

Slap me I've been procrastinating but yay no more school,, I'll be writing for different fandoms so uh expect to see different things around the place.. but also, thank you so much for 10+ followers!! I'll be redesigning my blog and other stuff

I also realized I've based most of these situations on ACNH, so sorry about that! ACNH is the only game I've ever played so I don't know much abt the old games

Junichirou and Naomi Tanazaki:

→ THEY DEFINITELY SHARE A SWITCH

-> Naomi is probably the island representative and is the one who got Tanazaki into the game

→ they both play it on their tv so they can play together

→ Tanizaki is probably the one trying to save bells and Naomi spends almost all of hers

→ Naomi may have taken some of Tanizaki's for a Piano that probably costs 30k+ (acnh likes to give antique chairs a price over 20k 😔)

→ NAOMI AND TANIZAKI GO TO THE CLOTHES SHOP AND HAVE FASHION SHOWS TOGETHER

→ Naomi started it

→ they also probably light up fireworks together when it's a special occasion in kimonos and Yukatas (AND YES ACNH HAS THAT)

→ TANIZAKI CHANGES HIS HOME DESIGN EVERY WEEK AND THE DESIGN DEPENDS ON HIS MOOD

→ Naomi would maybe have a minimalist or light academia home

→ nAOMI HITS THE VILLAGERS WITH A NET AND TANIZAKI TRIES TO STOP HER

→ they compete on who can win most of the friendships with the villagers but Naomi would give up and hit them instead

Kyouka Izumi:

→ Atsushi and him play together and they both got their switch thanks to Fukazawa

→ KYOUKA WOULD DEFINITELY CHANGE THE SWITCH TIME JUST SO SHE CAN SEE WHATS NEW AT THE CRANNY AND AT ABLE SISTERS

→ also likes to listen to K.K playing music with Kenji

→ whenever Kyouka feels down and K.K is around, She would Listen to his songs and smile if K.K ever slips a CD of the song into her inventory

→ AAA SHE WOULD TAKE A LOT OF TIME CHOOSING WHAT OUTFIT TO WEAR/BUYY

→ Yosano, Naomi and her would definitely have fashion shows together

→ Also Ranpo and her would make one of her house rooms cafe themed

→ they would play around there and act as if it was a real cafe with most of the ADA

→ Kyouka loves it whenever she sees villagers getting along

→ would also get fauna as a villager because she's so sWEEETT but probably some bunny villagers thoo

→ probably Coco and Genji

→ also has one kimono similar to hers

Yosano Akiko:

→ AAAAAA SHE HAS PINTEREST BOARDS THAT INCLUDES WHAT SHE WANTS HER ISLAND TO BE LIKE

→ probably uses the cliff and river constriction stuff a lot and redesigns her island a lot

→ also hates Tom nook for his insanely high house loan prices

→ she still hasn't payed off her 3rd loan so she doesn't have much house space

→ would give away most of her old clothes/furniture when her storage is full

→ rANPO AND HER HAVE COMPETITIONS

→ WHO HAS THE MOST BELLS, BUGS, FISHES-- THEY COMPETE but for fun

→ also,, half of her storage is CLOTHES

→ and has lots of dresses, paths and designs from that uh place you need Nintendo account subscription and wifi

→ can't blame her when the designs are so pretty

→ I think she wouldn't stick with one aesthetic and change it from time to time so that's why her island looks different a lot

→ probably has one room that looks like her office

Fukazawa Yukichi:

→ cats, cats cats cATS EVERYWHERE

→ makes most of his furniture with the wooden work benches

→ I think he'd hold special events for the ADA, they'd gather together and put up fireworks to watch together. Dazai loves it.

→ he rarely plays tho but since Ranpo and him share the switch, he always comes back to New progress within the game

→ yk that fox guy that could 1 out of 3 scam you with fake paintings and statues? Yeah he always gets his cool paintings and stuff there, he doesn't get mad but rather disappointed that the guy's life is just scamming people lmao

→ also another one who hasn't payed most of his loans, mostly bcs he forgets, he still has a tent but he's fine with it bcs he doesn't need anything

→ Ranpo payed of his loans so he won't be,, roofless

→ I think they'd play together when they have the time, on the TV (yes it's possible)

→ I think most of the switch's storage is full of pictures Fukuzawa took around the island, especially on rainy days.

→ Kunikida and him catch fish while talking abt work 😌

Damn sorry if this sucks but damn I am not in the mood to write (since a month ago) so I'll make it up to yall soon

tagging: @bunchofstraydogs since they wanted a tag

#millt's tales #this looks so bad imsodbdbdimdh #bungou stray dogs #bsd #kyouka izumi #bsd fukuzawa yukichi #bsd headcanons #yosano akiko #bsd tanizaki #bsd naomi #Bungou stray dogs yosano akiko #headcanons

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harrywritingsbyme · 4 years ago

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Petition to Harry to be my chair forever, thank youuu ❤️😌 the best is idk if they refer to his face or his lap thoo 👀👀 - 🦁

Omfgggg...I’m livinggg for this😭😌

#asks #anonymous

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art-now-japan · 3 years ago

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Happi Sea Eat Thoo, Campbell La Pun

Aerosol Stencil Art on Recycled Wood Chair

https://www.saatchiart.com/art/Sculpture-Happi-Sea-Eat-Thoo/641331/2019148/view

#streetart #popart #campbelllapun

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kpop---scenarios · 5 years ago

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Because of You

A/N: This was a commissioned request by @making-me-blush! This is the first Part of 3! I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Nothing yet. Flirting. Next chapter will be smut thoo.

Flying was one of your favorite things to do. You loved the feeling of being in the air and going to a new place. The fact that you could be in an almost entirely different world within hours had always amazed you. You’d been fascinated with other cultures since you were little, and you had your mind made up since then that you would be a flight attendant.

Nobody thought you would do it. Nobody thought that you would stick it out. You had a habit of quitting things when they were hard, you would admit it. However, you wouldn’t quit this. This was something you’d wanted for years and no matter how hard it was you were going to succeed.

And you did. And you fucking loved it. You loved meeting new people from all over the world. You loved helping them, putting a smile on their face and easing their worries when things in the sky got rocky.

You also didn’t mind seeing all the fine men that boarded your plane. You were very much single, it’s not like you had never dated – you did. They just never stuck. There was always something that was a deal breaker that came to light a few months of being together and you were tired of it. Looking instead had it’s benefits, you got to appreciate and use your imagination later. Your imagination never left you unsatisfied.

Today you were heading to L.A from Hong Kong – a 14 hour flight a head of you. As the passengers were boarding, you were kneeling down trying to shove as many cans of pop into the cart as you could so you didn’t have to fill it up again, when one rolled out from the compartment, stopping against someone’s shoe. Turning your head, you notice a very attractive man bending over to pick it up, his bicep flexing as he has the can in his grip.

As he stands up, your eyes follow him up to his face where you could have honestly just jumped him in front of everyone. This man had the face of an angel. You didn’t know how anyone could look at him and not die from it. He slowly walks towards you, kneeling in front of you and hands you the can.

“Here you go" he says, his voice sending shivers down your spine.

“T-thank you" you stutter, your eyes still wide and staring at him.

He gives you a small wink before standing up to take his seat. Right in the front in first class. How are you going to make it 14 hours with this god like creature staring at you?

A few hours had slowly gone by and you have tried to do your absolute best to keep yourself distracted and focused on work, instead of that beautiful man. Every time you walk by his row, you face your head the other way to avoid eye contact with him. You’re not sure how it happened but he’s affected you and that rarely happens.

You can hear him let out a small chuckle, as if he knows your purposely ignoring him.

“Excuse me, miss?” you hear. It’s him. You let out an internal sigh before turning to face him.

“Yes sir? How may I help you?” you ask with your best professional smile.

“May I have another drink?” he asks, with a small smirk. He knows he’s got you fucked up, he knows.

Clenching your jaw, you give him a small nod and head to the front to get him another drink.

The moment the plane touches the asphalt, you can feel your nerves slowly fading away. Never in your years if being a flight attendant have you ever been this shitty and distracted on a flight. You didn’t know who this man was, and you wanted to know, but you knew you couldn’t.

You could tell just by looking at him he was a little more than a few years younger than you. Not that there was anything wrong with being with someone younger, but you’d gone down that road before and it never ended well, for anyone.

This trip exhausted you. You wanted nothing more than to have something to eat and go the fuck to sleep. You were spending a few days in L.A this time and luckily for you, your hotel was connected to the airport. You slowly strolled your way through the airport, thinking of what you wanted to eat when a nice red and white light up sign caught your eye. The Cove flashed in front of your face. You peaked in, noticing it was rather empty, you decided to go for it. You needed something now.

The waitress sat you at a small table for two, taking away any extra cutlery and glasses. You ordered their largest glass of wine before opening the menu. A few minutes later she places your wine in front of you and asks you if you’re ready to order, which you’re not and you tell her.

Your eyes are so focused on the menu, your mind being so indecisive, you didn’t notice someone being seated in front of you, a few tables away. You’d finally decided on a pasta dish, and looked up to find the waitress.

Instead of finding her eyes, your met with a pair of familiar eyes. Ones from the plane. The man smirks as he sees your face change from shocked to confused to subtly licking your lips.

The waitress approaches your table, you tell her what you want but your eyes never leave the face of the man who is looking right back at you.

Bashfully, you lower your eyes, feeling like you stared for too long. Yet you peak up again , unable to look away for very long. Within seconds and his eyes are locked on you. Taking your bottom lip into your mouth, you give it a small bite before releasing it.

The next few minutes are spent with intense eye contact which is broken when your pasta is placed in front of you. You’re not even hungry for food anymore. You’d much rather have his cock in your mouth instead.

You clench your pussy in an attempt to relieve the throbbing that is happening. Trying to push the thought of his hands allover your dark, smooth skin, leaving no area left untouched. You’re trying not to think about the way his mouth would feel sucking on your nipples, moving down your stomach and in-between your thick thighs. You let out a small moan.

You shake your head, shaking out all the thoughts that made you actually, physically moan in the restaurant. You open your eyes and look at the man who is staring at you with one eyebrow arched. Your cheeks flush and burn, you feel a little embarrassed. You don’t know this man. You’ve said maybe two words to him, that’s not enough to be day dreaming about him fucking the life out of you.

You wonder if his cock is large.

No. Stop.

Quickly you pick up your fork, spinning some noodles around it before very slowly putting it in your mouth. Your eyes still on him, and his on you. He licks his lips as you suck the noodles from the fork, clearly teasing him.

For someone who wasn’t hungry for food, you’d finished every last bite and barely realized it. You were so captivated by him that it felt like everything else in the world was passing in fast motion while the two of you were in slow motion.

You break contact with him, standing up to leave and pay for your meal. You can’t be around him, or you might end up doing something you shouldn’t be doing. You don’t feel like going to jail for sucking a cock in public.

Looking over your shoulder, you get one more look before walking out of the restaurant and heading to your room.

A few hours later you wake up, its still dark. Looking over at the clock, you groan thinking about how late it still is and how much more sleep you could get, yet your body feels rested.

You know there’s not much you can do at 2am, well not much that you actually would like to do. While thinking, your mind wanders to the man who has invaded your brain. You wonder what he’s doing, if he’s thinking of you, like you are.

You get up, sliding your feet into the slippers you set beside your bed and picking up the robe you tossed over the back of the chair.

Grabbing your key, you head down to the stairwell, hoping that maybe using the stairs will tire you out enough while you head down a few floors to the vending machine.

Your mind wonders as you skip down the stairs, your hand sliding down the railing. Your eyes are open but your mind is elsewhere, until you slam into a hard chest.

Your eyes wide, you begin apologizing profusely.

“It’s fine.” The man chuckles. “please don’t worry about it"

You look up at the face of the man talking, and because the universe seems to hate you, it’s the man from the plane and the restaurant and your panties are wet, again.

“Alright, well sorry again" you day before moving around him to now run down the rest of the stairs.

“Where are you going?” he asks, spinning around to face you.

“For a walk” you say.

“Why don’t you walk me to your room?" he asks with a smile. “Don’t pretend you haven’t thought about me fucking you for the last almost 24 hours” he says, checking his watch. “I heard your moan" he whispers.

You stand there with your mouth hanging open. You’d had one night stands before. Meeting someone in a club and taking them home. But this felt oddly different, more intimate.

But you were here for it.

“Right this way" you say with a smile, moving past him to walk back up the stairs. Once the two of you were in the hallway, you could feel him closely behind you.

Standing in front of your door, his chest is pressed against you, along with his very hard erection.

You shake as you finally unlock the door, opening it wide and walking in.

He closes the door behind him, you walking forward before turning to face him.

“You’ve been fucking teasing me all day" he growls, taking a step closer to you.

“Me? I would never” you smirk, taking a step back from him.

“Oh I think you would" he says taking off his shirt, revealing his very toned stomach.

You let out a small moan at the sight of him.

“You’re a goddess and deserve to be treated as such" he says.

“How can you know what I deserve? You don’t even know my name. You know nothing about me" you say.

“I know your name, y/n" he smiles. “You had a name tag on the plane. I may not know anything about you, yet – but I know how to treat a goddess.” He pauses.

You don’t say anything.

“Let me show you" he growls before walking towards you, crashing his lips onto yours.

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