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arcade-writing · 2 years

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Could I request a male werewolf!reader with Jayce? Where the reader finds out Jayce has been using a dildo with a knot because he was too shy to ask the reader to knot him in werewolf form. (Kinks: knotting obviously, size diff bc werewolves are fucking huge, and uh cum inflation)

I see you. I respect you. I love you and I shake your hand.

also yes, the title is a pun. This is my life now

Knot sneaky

🍋 NSFW

Pairing: jayce X werewolf! Male! Reader

Warning: mutual masturbation, size kink, knotting, cum inflation, dildo, monster fucking, scent kink, slight breeding kink, Sub! Jayce

If you like werewolf content with arcane guys I reccomend my werewolf vander fic and if you wanna check out any other monster fics here's the link to my master list: Arcades masterlist

You could smell it in the air. Thick with desire as it suffocated your senses. You stalked through your apartment; avoiding every creaky step and floorboard. Finally, you reached your bedroom where you could hear the faint sounds of something smacking. All too familiar moans soft and muffled.

For a moment you paused. You could only smell Jayce in there and he could have his private time like anyone. You didn't want to interrupt, after all you didn't want to be one of those boyfriends that felt like they could just waltz right in on their partner. You were respectful-

"(Y-Y/N)~! So thick..."

You slammed open the door with a growl.

Jayce jumped at your sudden appearance. His face was completely red, clenching around the dildo currently stuffing him. From this angle you could see it - he base having a knot shape.

"hey baby." You started softly. Slowly walking over to him as you could feel yourself lose restraint.

"Im- please..." He lowered, grinding into it as he came to a slow halt.

"How long have you been doing this?"

"a few weeks...."

He looked away, his face was on fire. He scratched the back of his hand. Barely able to keep himself steady.

"Because? You can always ask me about this."

"i-- I just felt too nervous."

"not nervous enough to buy a massive dildo." You raised a brow, a mocking smile on your face as you tilted your body. Getting a better look at it.

"it's different-!"

You decided to stop tormenting him. Grabbing his face by his chin, your eyes soften as you notice the slight shininess to his eyes.

"Do you want me to take you like that? Or do you want to be left alone? I know I was Teasing but if this is just a you time - I'll leave."

Jayce thought for a few moments. Somtimes how gentle you could be surprised him. You definitely weren't horrible or rude to him but you tended to have a little edge. You weren't one to always keep your heart on your sleeve. Unlike him, he couldn't help it.

"Please, I want you." He grasped your wrist. Looking up at you with his big puppy eyes.

You immediately swooned. Kissing his nose before stepping back. You didn't even realize your tail grew out until it smacked the wall.

"Alright, big guy, how about you keep bouncing like that for me."

He nodded. Planting his hands back down on the bed, adjusting the dildo and bounced. Getting back into the rhythm he had. You smirked as you pulled down your pants, kicking them off to the side. Your boxers being thrown off aswell.

His eyes were stuck on your dick. Watching the way your hand grasped it, twisting right at the base and began to jerk. Jayces dick twitched as he gasped, back Arching the dildo hit his prostate. You tried to keep up with his bouncing but he was far too energetic. But it only turned you on more.

He was always so eager and desperate. Complete putty in your hands.

"You want my cum, baby?"

"yes-! Please...(Y/N)..." he whined.

Your moans drowned out the sound of wet skin. Just watching each other come undone.

"Want to get a taste before i fill you up?"

Jayce nodded. You grabbed the back of his head, tugging him by the hair closer to you.

"open." He did exactly that, keeping his mouth open as he looked up at you.

You hand tightened around your shaft as you practically thrusted into it. Cumming all over your boyfriend's pretty face. It went on his eyelashes, cheek and nose but what your main focus on was it getting on his mouth. His tongue rolled up to make sure he got it, drooling as he stared up at you. Waiting for your next command.

"swallow, baby."

He did. Greedily swallowing every last bit, showing you his tongue once he was done. You smiled, patting his clean cheek.

"let's clean you up abit." You took off your shirt, using it as a rag to wipe off your cum.

The moon's light poured into the room. Revealing the full moon beneath the misty clouds. Due to the moon always being out even if unsee Werewolves had the ability to half turn but it was only when the full moon was out that you could go the whole way.

You stepped away from your boyfriend, giving him a kiss before going the furthest side of the room. You didn't like seeing people you turn but when your wild eyes landed back on jayce. He was liking it more than he would ever admit.

You let out a growl as you stretched out your limbs. Stalking towards your boyfriend with your teeth bared. Even as a human you were tall but jayce giant. You weren't that much shorter than him but in this form? You could hold him with one hand. He just about reached your chest.

He loved it. He's use to towering over everyone and being mindful of his strength. With you he could be fragile and small - worth cradling gently as if he could break.

Just the scent of him was driving you mad. He always smelt like rich spices and hot metal. You were sure to anyone else this wouldn't be desirable but to your nose. It was sensational.

It was HIS smell. Jayces smell. Your beautiful boyfriend. You're sweet mate.

Jayce yelped as his ankles were yanked into the air, the dildo slipping out before you threw it far from his reach. He flushed, recognizing that hungry gaze. You moved his legs over your shoulder and lined yourself up . Your cock was already self lubricating and he was lubed up and prepped. You were free to let yourself fuck him like a wild animal.

You slammed into him, your knot just stopping at the the entrance. That's how it usually went; you always worried it would be too much. But after seeing how needy he was to be filled up by it; how could you refuse?

Your pace was brutal. Quick, sloppy and hard. Thrusting deep inside each time. Using him like a doll as he laid there. Whimpering and twitching as he looked at you through wet eyelashes. Tears staining his cheeks as it was all too much. Yet not enough.

The toy was big but you were bigger. He's taken you many times so he was use to the stretch but that didn't stop it from leaving his head loopy. He could hardly move. Let choking on his own moans as he let you pound into him.

He moaned as his hand pressed on his stomach. Feeling the head of your cock against his palm. Completely ruining his insides.

You had one goal. To fill him up completely. You knew realistically you could not breed him even if all your instincts told you to. His scent grew thicker in the air, mixing with the smell of his arousal. It was maddening. You hunched over his body, your muzzle nudged against his throat as you continued your pace.

Growling and grunting in his ear. He gripped onto your furry shoulders. Eyes rolling back with his lips parted. Stuck letting out breathes and noises of pleasure that came out as whimpers.

You could feel yourself getting close but you weren't fully inside yet. You needed to be inside him. He had to take everything.

You leaned back, spreading his ass as much as you could. Your claws slightly digging into the plump flesh. You pulled yourself back much to both of your dismay as only the Tip remained before you slammed back in.

It took a few tries. Each time you were getting closer. He could take you. He was your good boy. Your sweet mate. Your favourite hole to fuck.

Look at him! He had those pleading eyes as he begged you to knot inside him.

"Please- (Y/N)- it can fit - please I need you-"

With one last thrust you were fully inside. You shivered as you could feel him clench around you completely. This time you focused on going hard and deep. Clenching your sharp teeth as he came. His cum getting all over his stomach and chest. He clenched and sucked you in further oh so deliciously.

Him needing you as much as you need him.

You let out a roar as you thrusted in. Cumming deep inside. Your knot spilling into him. You couldn't help but be in awe. Seeing the bulge of your cock get evened out. His stomach bloating from how much you came inside him.

You slumped over him. You didn't pull out, rolling him over so you were both cuddling close. Letting out an approving noise as your hand rubbed on his bloated stomach.

Your perfect mate.

Jayce was shaking. Panting as he curled into your warm body.

"That was- amazing." He grinned.

Your tail wagged as you nuzzled against his head. Wishing your vocal cords weren't strained in this form. Wanting to smother him in praise. He did amazing for you. He always does.

"Thank you."

Was the last thing he said before he fell asleep.

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wizkiddx · 3 years

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I would for sure read a continuation of the birth photographer fic if you feel comfortable writing it/have time! Xx

a/n sorry I kinda combined these two together, I hope this is okay!! sorry ive taken so long too!! my requests are still open, just going a bit slowly :)

summary: literally just birth + harry

dad!tom x reader

warnings: childbirth, mentions of fainting, squint for suggestiveness too

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“Your doing so good darling, just keep breathin’ like that for me, in-out-in-out”

That had pretty much been the soundtrack to your last 3 hours. And yes it was MORE annoying than it sounds. Of course, that’s also ignoring the insane amount of pain your uterus was putting you through - as it spasmed while the little bug in there was wriggling away. Giving birth was not easy but giving birth with a husband-turned-midwife wittering away in your ear? Un-fucking-bearable.

“Tom…. I love you but..” Everything had really been starting to ramp up in the last half an hour, you were a panting sweaty mess now. “Please… SHUT THE FUCK UP” Tom would’ve recoiled completely away from the bed because of your tone, if it wasn’t for the absolute death grip you had his right hand in. Instead, Tom settled for straightening straight up and staring helplessly and dejectedly across the room at his brother - who of course was trying to hold back laughter, knowing it would be very easy for you to switch your target to him.

Clearly it wasn’t a social call to the hospital, Harry was here under the premise of taking photos when the baby arrives for Tom; but really to stop his brother from having his own breakdown - as commissioned by you. Lets just say, however scared and mortified Harry was of this ‘event’ he was taking a lot of enjoyment from how his brother was acting currently.

“It’s okay sir, if you were pushing a watermelon out of hole that normally was the size of a whiteboard marker, I’m sure you’d be a bit tetchy too.” That lady was your favourite midwife and in a lull between the sets of contractions, you actually managed a laugh. Wide-eyed, Tom just nodded jerkily, murmuring some sort of agreement. It was at this point a flash of light reverberated around the whole room, causing you to breathlessly laugh, Harry’s face informing you the picture he just got of Tom was priceless.

The laughter didn’t last long though, the next contraction had you bearing down on the bed, face contorted in pain as you sucked desperately on the gas and air tube.

“Okay Y/n I think we might be getting there, let me call the senior midwifes in okay?” The midwife had your legs hiked apart, a blanket attempting to cover your modesty - but at this point she was basically sticking her face in your noon. Modesty was out the window.

“Already?” Tom was shocked to say the least, from all his reading and research he’d learnt that the average labour time was more like 5 hours. Lets just say, Tom never exceled in school, never much enjoyed reading - which made the hours of highlighting baby books and pregnancy leaflets all the more extraordinary.

“Babies don’t stick to the script sir.” You could tell she was proud of the pun there, because you know, Tom’s a moviestar. “Professional improvisers, the lot of them.”

The cream walls of the hospital room very quickly filled with more and more people - Harry staying like a fly on the wall, now nervously biting his nails as he watched an obscene amount of medical people all take their turn oggling his sister-in-law’s bits. This was a weird ass situation.

Almost immediately it was at the point the midwifes were telling you to push, which after 9 months of holding a baby in (as well as your ill functioning bladder) sounded like an absolute dream. But it was also absolutely terrifying and exciting and horrifying all wrapped in one. Naturally then, after nodding hesitantly at the midwife between your legs, you’d craned your neck across to tom .You might’ve just told him off, for trying to encourage you, but now? You needed his encouragement.

What met you though, was his face completely drained of colour, mouth hanging slightly open as he hadn’t moved - still staring intently at the midwife. She followed your gaze, only taking half a second to survey the situation before knowingly smiling.

“Can we get a bit of help for dad please?” Immediately one of the more junior looking midwives was directing (pushing) Tom into the chair next to the floor. Suddenly actually concerned, you looked with wide eyes to the lady between your legs, who you felt bad for not remembering her name. With a comforting squeeze of your ankle she reassured you he’d be right as rain after a few moments of having his head between his knees. Also sensing you needed your support, she arched up, beckoning over to Harry who had an equally bemused look on his face.

“No - I-um I’m not.” His squeaking protests were interrupted by a large scream on your part, as another contraction tore through your body. Helplessly Harry glanced between Tom, who was still hunched over on a chair with a nurse squatted infront of him; and you, writhing around on the mechanical bed. He didn’t hesitate then, in jumping right to your side, allowing you to start crushing all the bones in his hand too.

And then it was all happening, a blur of activity and screams. It didnt take long for Tom to pull himself together and then you were flanked on both sides by Holland boys - both giving cheesy encouraging words (which you would’ve again told them to shut the fuck up for, if you’d been able to), Tom also stroking the top of your head. He found it pretty impossible, watching the woman that he loved go through such immense pain - especially when he was technically half the cause. Well… actually more that that, it had been him who had been… well shall we say *needy* those nine months ago.

“Okay Y/n the heads crowning, I know you’re tired but we need a few more big pushes, can you do that for me?”

Merely 5 minutes later and the most beautiful sound in the world echoed through the 4 creams walls. You were absolutely spent, eyes closed as you panted, knowing tears were flooding down your face too. Immediately though, familiar hands cupped both sides of your face, a forehead resting on yours.

“You did it Y/n/n.” His eyes were glassy, watering and red and the way he scoffed a smile in disbelief had you mirroring him exactly.

“We did it.” Your voice was hoarse and scratchy from all the yells of pain but it didnt matter. The midwife calling you by the name ‘mum and dad’ got both of your attention, a title you’d no doubt start getting used to.

“Meet your beautiful baby girl.” Another choked sob escaped your throat, as this little roughly wrapped up pink alien looking thing was placed onto your chest. Both you and Tom just gazed at her, completely transfixed at the way she wriggled her head slightly, nuzzling into your chest. Tom gently hovered his palm against her little head, while you pressed down the blanket gently, just so you could see all her features.

Then a flash echoed around the otherwise silent room, making you all look up to Harry who was gritting his teeth in apology. “Do mum and dad want to smile for the camera?” The question was posed so hesitantly and quietly, really it wasn’t funny either. That didn’t stop you and Tom both pulling out the biggest grins and chuckling away, allowing Harry to capture the perfect moment. Being referred to as mum and dad - it was bloody comical.

“You gonna tell me her name now?” You looked from Harry to Tom, nodding in approval for him to spill the beans.

“Amber. She’s Amber.”

You’d squabbled for months before ending on Amber. It had been a long relentless process, Tom claiming that your baby might just have ended up as ‘as yet untitled’ which you and your hormonal state had stormed out at. It hadn’t taken much to forgive it though, Tom had long since worked out that Ben and Jerrys was the way to your heart.

The nurses took Amber back to do some tests, properly cleaning both you and her up and after that everything was weirdly calm. Harry had left to give the twothree of you a moment alone and Tom was about to do his turn of skin to skin.

“This really is it isn’t it?” He murmured, whilst carefully scooping Amber from your arms.

“Mhmmm… your stuck with two girls who’ll go psycho on you without a moments notice.” He seemed to accept it though, just nodding in response.

“And I still can’t bloody wait.” His eyes penetrating deep into you, had you blushing like a nervous teenage girl. “ ‘m still so proud of you, you grew this little human.”

“Your not allowed to call her little because you didnt have the ‘little’ thing rip your insides apart.”

“Hey! I’m upset about it too! Was like I had to watch my favourite pub being burnt down.” Of course, trust Tom to make a dirty joke at a time like this.

“Don’t kid yourself, you weren’t watching, too busy fainting.”

“I didn’t actually faint!” This time he protested a bit too loudly, causing Amber to mewl a little and bury her head into the crook of her Dads arm. “I think Ambers just told you to shut it too.”

“You annoy the hell out of…” Your grumbling was interrupted by an impressive, ear-splitting yawn. “ You annoy the hell out of me.”

“But you love me?” He sing-songed, now back to a hushed tone.

“I hope so, otherwise we’re in a bit of trouble.” He scoffed, but nodded his head, taking the hand that wasn’t cradling Amber to tuck some sweaty, knotted strands of hair behind your ear.

“I do owe Harry though, he was at least able to stay on his feet.”

“He was a better birthing partner than you too, much much less condescending and annoying.” You sniggered, making Tom pout once again, only wiping the look off his face when you yawned again, rubbing an your eye like a toddler would.

“If your done insulting me… get some rest love, I got you.�� All you did was nod, with a small groan (because below your waist still hurt like a bitch) rolled over so you could fall asleep to sight of the two of them.

“Got you both, my two beautiful girls.”

hope you enjoyed, would love to hear any thoughts <3

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thewritingstar · 3 years

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I Wont Cast You Aside

Pairing: Marinette x Chloe

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug

Word count: 5k (was suppose to be 1k but I wanted a bigger story line)

Note: This is a commission for the wonderful @wombatking I want to thank you for not only commissioning this but trusting me with a pairing I haven’t written for yet. One thing about writing fics for a new pair is the fear of not being able to capture them together. I rewrote this beast so many times and I hope that you enjoy it!

Thank you for being so patient with me and I really hope you like it :) Also yes, the title is a pun, I couldn’t resist.

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There's a rush of adrenaline in her system as she takes off running. She ignores the yell from Ladybug and soon the wind is all she can hear. The streetlights of Paris swirl into a bright blur as she practically flies from rooftop to rooftop. Nothing can stop her as her target is locked in sight and she can feel a victory coming.

For months she's been gaining traction and skill. All she wanted was to prove to Ladybug that her choice shouldn’t turn into a regret. That she was meant to be Queen Bee.

Another jump and she's closing in. She can almost feel the energy of the akuma buzzing within that cursed object. Her eyes narrow and she calls out for her spinning top while activating her venom. It's over now. That's what the blonde tells herself as she sends the weapon spinning through the night and wraps it around the leg of the villain of the day.

Pride. It swells through her as they go down with a thud. They won, a victory that has her name stamped on it and she wants nothing more than to have Ladybug and Chat Noir beside her to finish off the job.

She turns to look for them but all she sees is the stars dancing on the horizon. It's strange and she can feel her stomach twist in a way she doesn’t like.

A dark chuckle comes from the villain below.

“Ladybug?” She whispers to herself and as she turns towards her voice, there's a louder sound that rings through her ears. “Ladybug?” She calls out louder. She doesn’t understand. They were right behind her. She wasn’t that far, they had to have followed her.

“No one is coming.” The villain says.

Queen Bee looks at their eyes but there's nothing there. No sense of emotion can be found and for a second, she wonders if they are alive. It's terrifying and she feels alone. Their laughter turns to an uproar.

“You’re nothing!” They scream as they try to jolt towards her. “You’re a waste of space. A hero with no merit.”

The ground below her starts to sink like quicksand. Her throat goes dry, and she tries to scream but nothing comes out. Pain shoots through her body and she can feel tears streaming down her face as the world above her disappears and she falls into a darkness.

“Ladybug!” She manages to yell but the light above is cut from her view and now she's falling.

Her body is weightless and every fear she's had is echoing around her like a cave of personal torment. A golden flash surrounds her, and she can feel the power drain from her system. Pollen stares at her with lifeless eyes as the comb hovers in her face, taunting her as the gold turns black like ink.

“You were never a queen.” Pollen spats.

It crumbles into dust as her lungs squeeze from the scream leaving her lips.

“Pollen!” Chloe cries but she's nowhere to be found as the dust surrounds her in the dark.

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Chloe wakes with a jolting start.

She looks around to see herself in her room. No plunging darkness or a disappointed Pollen. The voice of Ladybug isn’t calling out to her. She's in her bed safe and sound. Her heart rate is skyrocketing as she tries to catch her breath. She turns to the clock and sees that it's barely four in the morning. The nightmares had been happening more and more. Nights become restless and her body is starting to move to the brink of exhaustion.

That night of her failure plays on a repeat. It's like a broken record. The face of the villain staring at her as she falls, the scream coming from her throat and both Ladybug and Chat Noir’s voices echoing in her ears. No matter how many times she has it, the fear doesn’t leave.

“It's just a nightmare.” She tells herself, but she can see it and feel it so clearly that she isn’t sure if it's just her imagination.

Chloe grabs a tissue from her nightstand and wipes the sweat off her brow. All she wanted was a peaceful night of rest but apparently that's too much to ask for. Her stomach feels like it's turned upside down as she makes her way to the bathroom, moving slower than what she was used to.

Cold water splashes against her face and she stares at the mirror to a face that looks paler than usual. Bags have formed under her eyes and not even her imported skin care can undo the damage of losing sleep. Even the blue of her eyes had seemed to lose their brightness.

“You’re okay.” She whispers with a shaky voice and swallows hard. “You’re okay.”

It's the only thing she can say to herself. The only thing that can calm the storm from within until the nightmare strikes again.

She makes her way back to her bed that feels more like a prison at this point. Bedrest sounded so glamorous at the time but now that she's been stuck here for almost two weeks, she wanted nothing more than to leave. She is afraid to close her eyes. Afraid that when she does, the darkness will form once again.

Suddenly there's a knock on her balcony door, it breaks her from her thoughts. There's hardly any wind tonight and the trees had just been cut so there's no way for the tree to reach the glass. For a moment she wonders if it's another akuma. Maybe she wasn’t awake after all, and her nightmare is continuing. The door gets another knock.

Her eyes narrow towards the door, but the shadow of a figure suggests that the wind wasn’t the culprit. She recognizes the figure instantly.

Her stomach goes into a knot and shame fills her heart. A part of her didn’t want to open it. She’d rather not face the superhero again but knows that's not possible. Instead, she huffs and manages to get over to the door without falling over.

She opens the door to Ladybug who stands in front of her with flowers and a soft smile on her face. “Hi.”

“Hey.” Chloe steps aside and lets the hero pass by. “It's four a.m.”

“I know, I just wanted to make sure you’re okay. Haven’t gotten the chance to see you.” Ladybug looks down at the cast that adores Chloe’s right leg. Guilt washes over her and when their eyes meet, she knows she was caught staring.

Chloe nods and bites her lip, trying to ignore the look on Ladybug's face. “It's fine, you’re busy.”

“Queen Bee.” Ladybugs starts but Chloe raises her hand to stop her as they sit on the couch for more comfort. She wants to tell Chloe every single apology in the books. Tell her it's her fault she got hurt and to make sure she knows she's going to do anything in her power to help her out.

Instead, Chloe frowns. “Ladybug, don’t.”

“Chloe.” She had brought her a bouquet of bluebells and marigolds, her favorite and she wonders how she knew but also doesn’t question the gift. “I’m so sorry.”

This was a surprise. She looks at the superhero, distress clear on her face. “Why are you apologizing? I’m the one who got hurt.”

“On my account. If I stayed with you, your foot wouldn’t be broken and don’t try to change my mind on that. I couldn’t reach you in time. I can’t even begin to tell you how sorry I am.”

Chloe holds her tongue but then again, she's not one to keep quiet. “I don’t blame you. It's not your fault nor Chats. I was clumsy and too eager, but I learned my lesson. I’ll be fine, it's a clean break anyways.”

“That doesn’t change the fact that I should have protected you better.”

“We all make mistakes, but you aren’t the reason I broke my foot.” She lets out a sigh. “Maybe it's for the best.”

“It's not.” Ladybug frowns and shakes her head. “I just want Queen Bee back by my side. I want you back on our team.”

The blonde looks towards the flowers, a sense of comfort washing over her. “I’m surprised you even want me on your team.” Her voice is low and she's trying not to cry but it hurts too much to think that her time as a superhero is done just because she was reckless and in a cast. An ugly white cast that clashes with every clothing article she owns. Ridiculous. Utterly ridiculous.

A laugh bubbles from Ladybugs lips. “Of course, I still want you! You’ve grown so much over these past few months and sure, it was a rocky start but look at you. You’re a member of this team Chloe. Chat and I can always rely on you in a pinch.” And she means it. Chloe of course doesn’t know her true identity and maybe she doesn’t quite believe her words, but Ladybug does.

She smiles at the blonde who just happens to be her girlfriend in her civilian life and she's trying to keep her guilt at bay. The moment she found out Queen Bee had broken a leg, she blamed herself. Tikki tried to reason with her, begged her to see the bigger picture and that accidents happen. If it was anyone's fault, it was that damned Hawk Moth.

A small weight comes off of Chloe’s shoulder as she relaxes. “Thank you, Ladybug, that means a lot.” Chloe smiles and wipes her eyes. “I promise I’ll get better soon; you can count on that!”

“I know I can.” Ladybug smiles and stands. “I should get going, it's late-or well, early. Take it easy Chloe and if you need anything, just holler.”

Chloe watches as she leaves through the balcony door. She looks at the arrangement of flowers and a small smile forms on her lips. Grabbing her crutches, she manages to get to her bed much easier than before.

Her eyes flutter close and for the first time in a while the nightmare doesn’t greet her.

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It's odd. The limo pulls up to the school and yet she doesn’t want to leave. The moment the word got out that Queen Bee had gotten hurt, and her civilian form was now stuck in a cast, chaos within the press had broken out.

She was used to the flashes of cameras, being the mayor's daughter had some publicity perks, but she didn’t like the limelight on her injury. She wanted to be treated normally. People began to treat her like she was made of glass. She wasn’t. She was fine. Yeah...she was fine.

Even her friends saw her differently. Adrien seemed on edge when visiting her as if he personally caused it. Little did she know the fear he was holding as he handed her flowers and told her that he can rely on her for anything. Sabrina tried her hardest not to overwhelm her with concern, but the redhead had burst into tears when she had seen her best friend being bandaged up.

Flowers had started to pile up in her room that she sent them to decorate the lobby of the hotel and even offered others the chocolate she had been gifted. Even many fan letters addressed to Queen Bee had begun to show up and although she adored the attention, reading them while stuck in bed had begun to feel like she had let everyone down.

All she wanted was for people to say their comforting words and go on with their day. Of course, seeing all of her friends standing on the steps of the school to greet her with smiles was a step in the direction she was aiming for. She knew that all of their hearts were genuine, and she didn’t mind each of them personally visiting her. They cared about her, and she was happy to know that she had people who did.

Over the past few months, she has grown into a better person. She was tired of being seen as the mean popular girl and learned that making friends with compassion and kindness was always the better way. After all she had learned first-hand from her girlfriend.

Out of the crowd Marinette stepped forward. She held out her hand to help Chloe out of the limo and grabbed her bag so she could get onto her crutches.

“Hi.” Marinette said with a smile and kissed her on the cheek. “How are you doing?”

In all honesty, she was exhausted. Tired of this ugly cast, tired of being treated with kid gloves, tired of it all. But the one thing she would never get bored of, was her girlfriend and those beautiful blue eyes that held care and affection.

The blonde forced a small smile onto her lips. “I’m doing alright, but I would feel better if you walked me to class.” She looked towards the rest of their friends and smiled. “Don’t worry these crutches won’t stop me from being fabulous so no need to get worried.”

“Happy to have you back.” Adrien smiled as many heads nodded in agreement.

“Sabrina told me that she has all of your notes in your locker.” Marinette said right as the bell rang.

Chloe huffed. “I forgot that I still have schoolwork. This is ridiculous.”

“Utterly ridiculous?” Marinette giggled just as Chloe’s cheeks flushed.

As they started walking, Chloe took Marinette's hand. “I’m really happy to see you.” She whispered.

“You’ve seen me for the past three days straight.” Marinette responded.

“I know but you make everything so much better, even if you do nothing but just be in the same room as me.”

“Aww Bee.” She blushed. “I like being around you too.”

They reached their classroom just as the bell rang signaling that class was about to start. Marinette dropped off Chloe’s bag and helped her into her seat. “I’ll see you at lunch.” She winked and went to her seat next to Alya.

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Marinette stared at the back of Chloe’s head the entire day. Although she had seen her as Ladybug the night before, it didn’t help the fact that the guilt was stirring around her. Again, and again, she tried to remind herself that it wasn’t her fault. That her girlfriend falling from the rooftop and waking up with a broken leg was just a mishap with an akuma.

It didn’t help though. She could see it in Chloe's eyes. The desperation on her face when she was told that the cast would be there for a few months. Those crutches would become a new normal and she wouldn’t be able to do certain activities with her friends such as swimming just as the sun was coming out. It wasn’t fair and she felt like she let her down not only as a superhero, but as a friend.

There was something off about Chloe as she went through the day. At lunch, people gave her some flowers and offered to sign her cast, but she had declined any signatures. Marinette offered her company on the bench and held out a small box of sugar cookies. “I made these last night for you.”

She could see Chloe’s shoulders instantly relax a little and a small beam of pride was felt as Chloe took the box and thanked her.

“I was wondering if you wanted me to come over tomorrow night. My mom and dad are out for the weekend on a delivery so I would be alone.” Marinette said. “I was thinking of a movie night, and I made some designs for your cast and crutches.”

There was a part of Chloe that wanted to be by herself. However, the other side of her wanted nothing more than to be cuddled up next to Marinette while a movie played in the background. Her social battery was becoming challenged lately but Marinette only seemed to add energy as she never got tired of being around her.

“Honestly, I could use some girlfriend time. I love my dad, but he's been babying me and although I’m in a cast, I can still handle myself. Plus, I can hardly stand this ugly thing.” She tapped on her cast. “Tomorrows perfect.”

“Awesome! I’ll bring over my art supplies and a bunch of movies.” Mari smiled and kissed her on the cheek as the bell rang. “Here let me get your bag.” She offered and put it on her shoulder.

“It's alright, I can probably carry it myself.” Chloe tried to reach for it but instead Marinette took her hand and placed a kiss to her knuckles.

“I’m sure you can but I would like to carry my girlfriend's stuff.”

“Alright Dupain-Cheng. Just let me know when you get tired of it, all we need is for you to fall down the stairs and get put into your own cast.” Chloe teased.

Marinette rolled her eyes playfully. “I’m not that clumsy.”

“Of course not. But you are cute.” She winked and started to walk to class leaving a flushed Marinette behind.

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Everywhere she looked there was glitter. It was as if someone had taken all the sparkle particles in the city and sent them straight to her bedroom. Yellows, purples, golds and pinks of all shaped plastic that was as tiny as the tip of the pin covered her hands.

“Mari, I love the enthusiasm but am I going to have to get my room deep cleaned?” Chloe asked as she wiped her hands on a towel and yet the glitter still shined across her palm.

Marinette giggled as she grabbed another paintbrush and dipped it into black paint. “It will come out soon, or in a day-maybe even a year.”

The blonde wanted to be annoyed that she could potentially wake up covered in the stuff but seeing her girlfriend enjoying herself as she decorated those ugly crutches was enough to make her okay with the sacrifice of her rug.

“Well as long as my crutches look better than anyone’s ever had, I don’t mind.” She smirked.

“I’m sure they will. And done!” Marinette exclaimed and stood up to examine the crutches. “What do you think?”

Chloe always knew that Marinette was an artsy person, anyone could tell that just by looking at her. No matter how many times she was shown her work, she would always be in awe at how amazing it was.

The crutches had gone from a dull light grey to a masterpiece. They had been painted a light yellow and had black flowers all around them. Small bees were hidden all around and had glitter on top to add a little extra flair. Even the cushions that her arms rested on were now wrapped with black fabric.

“They look stunning.” Chloe gasped.

“A Queen Bee theme for a queen.” Marinette smiled and placed them against the wall so that the paint could dry. “They should be dry in a couple hours so if you need to move around, I’ll help you around.”

“Thank you, Marinette, I love them a lot.”

“Anything for you.” She kissed her cheek. “Now are you ready for the cast? I was thinking of painting sunflowers and then our friends can sign the petals to make it even more special.”

“That sounds lovely.” Chloe says as Marinette moves her leg, so her cast is sitting in her lap.

“Perfect! Will you pass me the yellow paint?” She points.

Chloe reaches to the bucket of paints and picks out the tube of yellow and hands it to her. Her eyes shift over to her crutches, and she focuses on the bees. She loves it and thinks it's pretty, but her chest still feels tight when she thinks about her being Queen Bee.

“Marinette, can I tell you a secret?” She whispers and she feels like she wants to take the words back when Marinette looks up at her.

“Of course, always.” She responds and sets her brush down.

“I shouldn’t be Queen Bee.”

Marinette's eyes shot wide open as she's shocked from the words that left her lips. “What? Why would you say that?”

She expected her to react like this but something about the look in Marinette's eyes makes her wonder why she looks so upset. She suddenly feels so small, and she knows that if she speaks, tears will follow.

She feels Marinette take her hand. “Is this because you got hurt?”

Chloe sniffles and she turns her head away. “It's more than just that. It's nightmares and letting everyone down.”

“Chloe.” She frowns. “You didn’t let anyone down.”

“It's ridiculous Marinette. I really thought that I could be this amazing superhero and be helpful. Instead, I was a fool that almost cost us the win. Ladybug told me that the miraculous would be waiting for me once I’m better, but I don’t think I should go back. I can’t mess up again.” Chloe looks at her and now she can see it.

She can see the heartbreak in Chloe’s eyes. The bags from hardly any sleep are showing up and she wishes she noticed sooner. Every time she had visited Chloe, she never talked about the nightmares, or the cast and she didn’t want to bring it up herself. It's weighing on her and all she wants to do is reach out and take away the pain.

Tears gather in Marinette's eyes. She had never seen pure devastation on her girlfriend's face or seen how vulnerable she is allowing herself to be. The conversation she had when she was Ladybug comes back. She takes a breath because she isn’t sure her words would work when Ladybugs didn’t do so well.

“You know what I admire about you?” Marinette starts and cups her cheek. “You have a remarkable amount of bravery. It's okay to mess up and make mistakes, but what really counts is if you get back up again.”

A sigh leaves the blondes' lips. “I don’t know.”

“I can see it in your eyes Chloe. No matter what, you love helping people as Queen Bee. Getting hurt doesn’t make you a bad superhero. It makes you human. No one will blame you for being scared to go back out there. You have so much courage just considering it. I believe Ladybug when she says she wants you back out there. You’re amazing and I wish I could show you how great you are.”

“Do you really think she means it? That she’s waiting for me?” She asks.

“Definitely. Ladybug would never cast you aside.” She reassures her.

Through her sobs Chloe let’s out a laugh. “That's exactly what Chat Noir said.”

Marinette's eyes widen when she realizes the pun she just accidentally said and scoffs. “Of course, he did.” Her thumb catches another tear. “I mean it Chloe. Not as just your girlfriend but as someone who truly believes in you and is on your side. You are the only Queen Bee for Paris. Plus, it would be utterly ridiculous of you not to go back out there.” She tried to make her smile.

And it works. The tears slow as Chloe takes a deep breath. “It would be ridiculous, wouldn’t it?”

Marinette scoots closer and nuzzles her nose against hers. “I mean if you quit then I couldn’t brag at how my amazing, stunning and absolutely gorgeous girlfriend is one of the greatest superheroes the world has ever seen.”

“Well, we couldn’t let that happen.” Chloe giggles as she feels her heart becoming lighter.

It becomes clear to Chloe that she can’t let this affect her. She wouldn't let a broken foot and fear hold her back. No, she was going to be the hero her girlfriend believed her to be. She wanted to rise to the challenge and get her mojo back. Make sure that Ladybug knew that she was ready to get back out there and be back on her team. She wanted to see Pollen again and help stop Hawk Moth.

“You’re amazing Chloe.” Marinette and that's enough for Chloe to want to be better.

It has always been Marinette cheering her on. She won’t let her down. She leans forward and takes Marinette's lips slowly. It's soft and slow but fills her stomach with butterflies. A warmth fills her chest as Marinette kisses her back. She runs her hand through her dark hair, pulling her impossibly closer and she can feel the smile forming on her girlfriend's lip.

“Thank you, Marinette, for believing in me.” She said as they pulled apart.

“I always will Chloe.” She responds just as she kisses her again.

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A month later

“Alright Ms. Bourgeois, your cast is officially off, and you won’t be needing to rely on crutches anymore. All I suggest is taking it easy for about a week or two, but you recovered extremely well.” The doctor smiled and Chloe could feel a new freedom as she wiggled her toes.

“It's about time.” She spoke.

“You can discard your crutches in the other room if you no longer want them.”

Chloe turned to her crutches that were still as pretty as the day they were painted. “Absolutely not. These crutches are the best in Paris and there is no way that I am getting rid of them.” She then sees her cast sitting on the back counter. “I want to keep that too.”

“You want to keep your cast?” The doctor questions.

She only scoffs and hops off the medical table. “Of course! My friends worked hard to make it look special, it's going to be framed to remember my time of bravery.”

The doctor shrugs. “Okay then, you’re free to go Ms. Bourgeois.”

“Thank you.” She huffed and grabbed her crutches before heading out toward her limo.

For the first time in what feels like a century, she's able to get into the car without any help. She can cross her legs and shift comfortably. “I’m never taking advantage of walking again.” She says to herself as she pulls out her phone. She dials a number and on the second ring it picks up.

“Mari? We have a date in the park this Saturday and I want your finest sugar cookies.”

She hears her girlfriend's soft laugh on the other side of the phone. “I’ll be there.”

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It had been a few days since the cast was removed. She felt perfectly fine, and everyone was starting to revert back to treating her normally. No more kid gloves or pampering hand and foot excessively. Now it was them pampering her hand and foot normally, just how she liked.

She stared in the mirror as she reached for a hair tie to pull her hair up. Behind her, she heard a tapping noise coming from her balcony door. Looking at the time, she realized she had about ten minutes before her date with Marinette.

Another tap from the door and she rolled her eyes.

“Stupid wind.” She complained as she walked over to the door. Instead of the wind or a random object, the hero of creation stood before her. “Ladybug?” She gasped.

The hero offered a bright smile. “Heard you got the cast off and I’m in need of some assistance.” She said as she held out the miraculous box.

Any doubt or guilt she had carried over the last few weeks had vanished. There was a hint of pride in Ladybug's eyes as she offered the power to her.

Chloe reached out for it before hesitating. “I have a date with Marinette.” She frowned.

Panic settled in as Ladybug held the box. “Uh, I’m sure she will understand. After all, you are a superhero and about to help save Paris. Plus, you then get to tell her about all the exciting action you faced!” She said quickly.

Chloe thought about it for a second.

“I guess you’re right. She is one of the most understanding people around, unlike most of the fools I know. Now, hand me that box Ladybug, I have a villain to crush.”

A bright golden light emerged, and Pollen faced her with a smile.

“My Queen.” Pollen bowed.

“It's nice to see you again.” Chloe patted her on the head. “Time to remind Paris who their Queen Bee is!”

“Absolutely!” Pollen cheered.

“Pollen. Buzz on!”

As the light surrounded her, it filled her with joy. There was no darkness, no villain taking her down. Fear of failure was a thing of the past.

A hand came onto her shoulder. “It's good to have you back Queen Bee.” Ladybug said.

Chloe turned and engulfed her in a hug. It took them both by surprise, but she felt Ladybugs arms around her. “Thank you.” She whispered.

“You are always going to be Paris’s bee.”

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There was a rush of adrenaline flowing through her as she transformed back to her civilian form. She handed Ladybug her miraculous and for the first time in months, she was at peace with herself.

“You did amazing Chloe! Give Marinette my best.” Ladybug said as she zipped away.

Without wasting any time, Chloe rushed over to the park to find Marinette sitting on a picnic blanket.

“Sorry for the wait.” Chloe said as she joined her on the blanket.

Marinette laughed and handed her a drink. “Don’t worry about it. I ran back to the bakery to grab some stuff, so your timing is perfect.”

“Well, you have to be perfect to be a superhero.” Chloe smirked proudly. “I’m not sure if you saw but I got the final blow in.”

“I was on the edge of my seat watching the Lady Blog. You looked incredible.” Mari said as she took her hand. “I’m really happy you didn’t give up. You’re an inspiration to others by teaching them to not let fear hold them back. Ladybug is lucky to have you.”

Chloe felt her cheeks flush at her girlfriend's words. Pure adoration was clear on Marinette's face. “If anything, I’m lucky to have you.” Chloe told her before kissing her on the lips.

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Thank you for reading :)

#marinette x chloe #chloe x marinette #miraculous ladybug #mlb fanfic #thewritingstar

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alexannah · 5 years

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MLB: Villain Interview: Hawkyura Crack!

This was meant to just be a short crack scene … it got a bit out of hand … I’m now planning to turn it into a full multi-chapter fanfiction. But for now, it’s this.

~*~

Nadja: Thank you very much for agreeing to do this interview.

Hawk Moth: Mayura thought it would be a good idea. I’m still not convinced.

Mayura: You really want Ladybug and Cat Noir getting all the media attention?

Hawk Moth: Hmph. Fine, let’s get this over with.

Nadja: Let’s start off with what everyone wants to know. Why exactly do you want Ladybug and Cat Noir’s Miraculouses?

Hawk Moth: I’m not telling you that!

Nadja: Why not?

Hawk Moth: Firstly, it’s none of your business. Secondly, I’m never telling anyone that ever again. I don’t need the competition, thank you very much.

Nadja: How intriguing. You told someone before? Who? What happened?

Hawk Moth: What? I—Nothing. Forget I mentioned it.

Mayura: He told Robostus what the Miraculouses were for, and he decided he wanted them for himself. When Hawk Moth threatened to take away his powers—

Hawk Moth: Mayura! We don’t have to tell that story!

Nadja: Please go on.

Mayura: … Robostus set off Hawk Moth’s self-defence system and almost killed him.

Hawk Moth: Thanks a lot, Mayura. What did you do that for?

Mayura: To show how much you need me to vet your ideas.

Hawk Moth: It was one miscalculation!

Nadja: *hiding a smirk*

Mayura: Anyway, I have to agree with Hawk Moth, Nadja. We’re not answering that question.

Nadja: Fair enough. Next question, then …

Nadja: If you could be any one of the superheroes, which would it be?

Hawk Moth: I take offence at that question!

Hawk Moth: I would not want to be any of the heroes, because I will eventually defeat them.

Hawk Moth: …

Hawk Moth: … But if I have to answer …

Hawk Moth: Ladybug.

Hawk Moth: She’s clearly the brains of the operation.

Nadja: And you, Mayura?

Mayura: Hmm … I think I would prefer to be Ladybug. But I have to admit, I do rather like Cat Noir’s sense of humour.

Hawk Moth: *gives her an incredulous stare*

Mayura: Don’t look at me like that.

Nadja: For example?

Mayura: Well, the last time he texted me—

Hawk Moth: Texted??? WAIT. YOU’RE IN CONTACT WITH CAT NOIR???

Mayura: He sends me memes that make fun of you.

Mayura: I think his intention is to break up our partnership by undermining your authority.

Mayura: It doesn’t work, of course.

Hawk Moth: *smugly* Of course not.

Mayura: First of all, because I’m the ‘brains of the operation’, aren’t I?

Hawk Moth: *mutters* Yes, dear.

Nadja: *smirking openly now*

Mayura: Secondly, because I’m the one who had to untangle him from Rapunzel’s hair after a fairy tale themed villain catastrophe, make an amphibious bloodhound sentimonster when he accidentally dropped his Miraculous down the drain, and give him the Heimlich manoeuvre when he swallowed an akuma while practising his villain laugh.

Hawk Moth: *scarlet in the face*

Nadja: *trying very hard not to laugh*

Mayura: And I’m still here.

Nadja: Why are you still here?

Hawk Moth: *with pride* Her loyalty to me knows no bounds.

Mayura: Because without me he’d have lost ten times over by now.

Hawk Moth: Did you insist on doing this interview just to help Cat Noir undermine me?

Mayura: *quickly* Anyway, you can’t deny you respect Cat Noir’s sense of humour as well.

Hawk Moth: How dare you! I don’t respect anything about any of them!

Mayura: Don’t lie to me; I’ve heard you repeating his puns to yourself and laughing.

Nadja: *giggles*

Hawk Moth: I … wasn’t laughing at them! I was …

Hawk Moth: …

Hawk Moth: … mocking him for his stupid juvenile sense of humour!

Mayura: That would make your own sense of humour stupid and juvenile, wouldn’t it?

Hawk Moth: Shut up.

Hawk Moth: Next question?

Nadja: It’s obvious the two of you are very close.

Hawk Moth: What makes you say that?

Nadja: Well, for one thing, Mayura is practically sitting on your lap with your arms around her waist.

Mayura: He’s just protective.

Nadja: How long have you been together?

Mayura: We couldn’t possibly say. Secret identities and all.

Hawk Moth: But we’ve been working together long enough to make a formidable partnership.

Nadja: I meant personally, Hawk Moth.

Hawk Moth: Sorry? … Wait, you mean—We’re not a couple!

Nadja: You called Mayura ‘dear’ earlier.

Hawk Moth: That doesn’t mean anything! It’s just a term of endearment for a friend!

Mayura: He calls me ‘my dear Mayura’ sometimes, too.

Hawk Moth: Not helping, Mayura!

Nadja: Also you two bicker like an old married couple.

Hawk Moth and Mayura: …

Nadja: And I have to say, for two supervillains, you’re quite endearing.

Mayura: … Er … thank you?

Hawk Moth: Don’t thank her! She’s wrong!

Nadja: There’s no need to get defensive, Hawk Moth.

Hawk Moth: *jumps to his feet*

Hawk Moth: I AM NOT DEFENSIVE!

Nadja: Why are you denying so much that the two of you are in love?

Hawk Moth: *splutters incoherently*

Hawk Moth: Because we’re not!

Nadja: You so are.

Hawk Moth: I’M MARRIED, OKAY?

Nadja: Oh, congratulations! When did you and Mayura tie the knot?

Hawk Moth: NOT TO HER!

Nadja: Oh. I see. How very awkward. My commiserations to Mrs Hawk Moth if she’s watching.

Hawk Moth: *facepalms*

Mayura: *clears throat* Was there something else that gave you the impression we were a couple, Nadja?

Hawk Moth: Don’t encourage her!

Nadja: So glad you asked, Mayura! Run the slideshow, please.

Hawk Moth: *muttering* I liked her much better as Prime Queen.

*screen shows photo of Hawk Moth holding Mayura in his arms*

Hawk Moth: That’s completely out of context!

*screen shows photo of Hawk Moth holding Mayura in his arms again*

Hawk Moth: So is that!

*screen shows photo of Hawk Moth carrying Mayura bridal style as he races across the rooftops of Paris*

Hawk Moth: That doesn’t mean anything! We’re not in love!

Nadja: Are you quite sure about that, Hawk Moth?

*screen shows photo of Hawk Moth momentarily distracted gazing rapturously at Mayura as she fights Ladybug*

Hawk Moth: …

*screen shows Hawk Moth kissing a battle-worn Mayura tenderly on the forehead*

Hawk Moth: …

*screen starts playing footage*

On Screen Hawk Moth: At last, the Miraculouses are mine!

On Screen Hawk Moth: *literally has Ladybug and Cat Noir right where he wants them*

On Screen Mayura: *stumbles slightly*

On Screen Hawk Moth: *immediately abandons his chance to get the Miraculouses and runs to her side*

On Screen Mayura: What did you do that for? You were so close!

On Screen Hawk Moth: I thought you were falling over!

Studio Audience: Ahhhhh!

Hawk Moth: …

Mayura: *gently takes Hawk Moth’s hand*

Mayura: Why did you choose me, Hawk Moth? That wasn’t the only time.

Hawk Moth: *stares at her as if he has never seen her before*

Hawk Moth: …

Hawk Moth: *realisation finally dawns*

Hawk Moth: …

Hawk Moth: … Because you’re more important to me than winning.

Hawk Moth: More important than all the power in the world.

Hawk Moth: More important to me than …

Hawk Moth: … what I wanted to do with it.

Mayura: …

Everyone Else in the Studio: *apprehensive silence*

All the Millions of Viewers: *apprehensive silence*

Hawk Moth: *gently tugs on Mayura’s hand*

Mayura: *stands up*

Hawk Moth: *slowly draws her close to him*

Hawk Moth and Mayura: *kiss*

Nadja: *wiping her eyes* And there you have it, viewers. A love story of fairy tales.

Nadja: … Sort of.

Hawk Moth and Mayura: *keep kissing*

~*~

*OFF AIR*

Mayura: *approaches a smirking Cat Noir*

Mayura: Thanks for setting this up.

Cat Noir: You’re welcome, Meow-ra. Seeing Hawk Moth getting embarrassed live on television was enough reason on its own.

Cat Noir: By the way, does he really laugh at my puns?

Mayura: Yes.

Mayura: And his own are worse. But don’t tell him I told you that.

Cat Noir: *grins* My lips are sealed.

Cat Noir: Though …

Cat Noir: … I’m not sure I understand how making him realise he’s in love with you was the key to stopping him from akumatizing people …?

Mayura: He wanted to use the wish to resurrect his wife.

Cat Noir: OH.

Cat Noir: Now I get it. Except …

Cat Noir: Why were you helping him? If you love him …

Mayura: I wanted him to be happy.

Mayura: And until you directed me to that Hawkyura tag on the Ladyblog …

Mayura: I didn’t believe I could do that for him.

Cat Noir: Yeah, his expressions when he looks at you are pretty telling.

Cat Noir: And kinda priceless.

Mayura: The one where he’s kissing my forehead is now my phone wallpaper.

Cat Noir: Are you going to tell him that this was all your plan and that you conspired with me and Nadja to pull it off?

Mayura: …

Mayura: Maybe after the honeymoon.

~*~

*THE NEXT DAY*

Adrien: Nathalie, my phone’s run out of battery. Can I borrow yours?

Nathalie: Of course.

Adrien: …

Adrien: Nathalie, why do you have this picture from the Ladyblog as your wallpaper?

Nathalie: Er …

Nathalie: …

Adrien: Are you …

Nathalie: *tenses in anticipation*

Adrien: … a secret Hawkyura shipper?

Nathalie: *relieved sigh*

Nathalie: …

Nathalie: … Yes.

Adrien: Oh.

Nathalie: On a completely unrelated note, Adrien, your father and I have something to tell you …

~*~

Anyone fancy doing some fanart for this? Please do! My own drawing skills aren’t good enough and I don’t have the patience to wait until they are ...

When I post the full fic, I’ll tag it “hawkyura interview” as well so people can find it, since I haven’t decided on a title yet. (I have an idea but might use it for a chapter title instead.)

The bit about Hawk Moth choking on one of his akumas is based on a piece of fanart I saw but now can’t find. Can someone help?

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aarcanefool · 4 years

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apprentice april asks 1

Decided to fill out these really awesome questions for my boy. They probably don’t all line up with some of my older posts/his about page, it’s been a while since I’ve worked on him... Anyway. I was 100% inspired to fill this out after reading about @waitforawonder ‘s wonderful Meleena

under the cut cause it got long

1. The Basics. What is your character’s name? How old are they? How tall are they? Skin color? Eye color? Hair color? Gender identification?

His name is Taliesin Reece.

He’s about a year and half younger than Asra. I thiiink that puts him at about 23-25 depending on headcanons/math/etc.

He’s 5’3. Fair complexion, has freckles. He has sectoral heterochromia in both eyes, dark teal and brown.

Taliesin is a transgender man.

2. Love Interest. Who does your character love? What attracted them to that particular LI?

I use Taliesin to play all the routes, but ultimately, I think Julian is his main. Though, I’ve been close to writing myself an AU with Taliesin/Julian/Asra

He was initially drawn to Julian’s adventurousness, and his extroversion and openness that made Taliesin feel comfortable (even under the odd circumstances of their meetings). He loves how much Julian cares, how smart the man is, his humor, his knowledge and passion.

3. Familiar. Does your character have a familiar? How did they meet?

At the moment, he does not have a familiar, I might change that someday. But for now, he loves animals, and he loves doting on the other’s familiars.

4. Hobbies. What kinds of things does your character like to do for fun?

Taliesin has a few hobbies, mostly things to keep busy if he’s stuck at home. He likes to sing, or at the very least hum, and he mostly does that while he’s alone, whether he’s just working or just wanting to fill the silence. He also likes to bake, nothing fancy, but usually sweet, likes to bake for others, it’s his go-to for gifts and such.

5. Hidden talents. Is there something neat that your character can do? Tie a cherry stem into a knot with their tongue? Say any word backwards perfectly?

Well, he has a habit of getting lost, but he’s kind of like a homing pigeon in the sense that he will almost ALWAYS find himself back where he started or somewhere else familiar.

6. Magical talents. Is there a specific type of magic that your character excels at? Any magic they aren’t so great at? Or do they actually shy away from magic altogether?

He’s very comfortable with his magic, I think spending time with Asra got him over any fears he might’ve felt there. Fire-related magic comes most naturally to him, and he’s learned to control it so he won’t hurt himself or others. Healing magic is something he has to work the hardest at.

7. Interaction. How does your character typically interact with people?

Initially he comes off very shy, a little awkward, annnnd maybe like he can’t wait to be anywhere but talking to the person he’s talking to. But he usually warms up eventually. He’s usually more of a listener than a talker, tries to be as positive as possible, might land him in the category of annoyingly optimistic/ignoring very real problems for some people. He cares very deeply, and that usually shows through in his actions as well as his words.

8. Romance. What is something that your character and their LI love to do together? How do they show affection?

He’s very physically affectionate – he likes to hold hands/link arms or cuddle or even just lean against his S/O. Though honestly, he’s cuddly with his friends as well. He also is a big fan of acts of services, usually bringing his S/O snacks or something to drink, or maybe just tidying up for them, or combine the two and wash/comb their hair.

In general, any hobbies he can share, he will share. Traveling? Yes, definitively. Singing together. Baking together.

(yes these are reversed, no I won’t fix it)

9. Travel. Does your character like to travel outside of Vesuvia? How often? For how long? What kinds of things do they do away from home?

Oh he loves it. He’s not really a homebody, so any sort of adventure, even if it’s just wandering around the forest for a while is fun for him. Post-game, Taliesin and Julian spend a lot of time away from the city. I like to think he’d start joining Asra on his journey’s as well.

10. WTF. Has anything just…weird ever happened to your character? Something that made them stop and go “What just happened?!”

*gestures vaguely to the plot*?

That aside, he has a few incidents where his magic would grant him glimpses of the past (I really like the idea of the apprentice having a talent for psychometry, it just seems neat). Most of the time, it was too vague to really understand, and left him confused and light-headed with a headache.

He also had a vague memory from his childhood when he fell into the sea, he remembers the waves dragging him down, but he doesn’t remember how he made it back to shore.

11. Crime. Has your character ever been arrested? If so, what did they do? Have they ever helped stop a crime?

No, nope. Unfortunately, Taliesin has had a very clean slate with the law.

As for stopping crimes… well, he usually minds his business, but if someone was trying to hurt someone else, he likes to think he’d be the type to do something about it.

12. Secrets. What is a secret that your character has? Are they in line for the throne in a far off land? Was there this one time at band camp…? Are they secretly involved in an assassin’s guild?

He’s an open book! ...well, sort of, he doesn’t have much lurking beneath the surface, but he can be a bit of a liar, usually about his well-being, just doesn’t want people to worry about him.

13. Overcompensation. Is there something that your character just HAS to do better than anyone else? Or are they just that dang good without trying? If they see someone else showing off, what is their kneejerk reaction?

Well, he really doesn’t like coming off like he doesn’t know anything, so he’s a bitt defensive, tends to stockpile facts about the world if he can. He gets really embarrassed if he’s “caught” not knowing something, even if it’s not necessarily common knowledge.

Depends on what they’re showing off, but he doesn’t really assume they’re trying to show someone else up (he’s optimistic like that), so he’s likely to show support for whatever their skills are, as long as it’s not making him look the fool.

14. Fight Club. Is your character a good fighter? What kind of skills do they have?

Not really, he’s more likely to create a shield, and try to reason and/or scare them off with fire magic if he ends up in a fight. I just wanted one oc that wasn’t stabbing people all the time okay

15. The Arts. Is your character a creative type? What kinds of things can they create? Can they act? Street perform?

Aside from the singing and baking mentioned above, not so much, and he really prefers to keep those to himself, or only share when he’s really close. So, I guess he is creative but not so much visually?

16. Goofy. Is your character a clown? Do they like to make people laugh?

He tries, not often and not well, but he tries. Usually the effort (making bad puns, cracking up half way through a punch-line, etc.) earns a laugh, and while its not his go to way to cheer someone up, he considers it worth trying.

17. Language. Is your character multilingual? How many languages do they speak? Do they have an accent? Is it sexy? Is it silly? Do they have a multilingual lisp?

He is multilingual – Vesuvian, the language of his homeland which is Irish Gaelic, no his name does not fit with that in the slightest, and No, I don’t know where this place is, not sure it fits on the map that was in the art book… its fine, And Vesuvian Sign Language. As for an accent, I’ve thought about it and I have no idea other than I really want him to have one that isn’t American.

18. Embarrassment. What is something really embarrassing that your character has done/said?

In general… he’s always been a bit clumsy. Head in the clouds type of person. But, hey, everyone’s tripped over their own feet now and again. Not everyone has tried telekinesis and almost succeeded but brought an entire shelf down with the thing they were trying to move. Not everyone has done that twice.

19. Memory. Has your character gotten any of their memory back? If so, what? Did it change them?

He has not, at least nothing full. He gets little glimpses; faces he thinks he recognizes, the tune of a song he used to sing, places he can’t remember but remembers the way it smelled or the feeling of snow on his face. While sometimes he worries that there’s still some part of him that’s fundamentally missing, he’s happy with who he is now. He’s made a life for himself, has people he cares for.

20. Family. Talk about your character’s family. Who were they?

He grew up sort of split between two households. His father died when he was very young or possibly before he was born not sure which works better, and his mother disappeared shortly after, leaving Taliesin with her parents. They weren’t exactly nobility, but what they lacked in titles they made up for in land. He spent his early years with them, but his grandparents were growing older and didn’t have time for an adventurous youngster, especially when his magical abilities began manifesting.

His father’s family was more attuned with magics, most of them practicing some type or another. They traveled more often, and when Taliesin’s aunt set out for Vesuvia, he joined her along with some of his cousins, to help with the shop and learn magic from her.

#wow i missed talking about him #oc: taliesin #apprenticeapril

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no-no-notorious-writes · 5 years

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In-Tents - t.h.

Pairing: Tom Holland x reader

Summary: Some of the cast and crew of Spiderman: Far From Home take a few days off and decide to go camping together.

Word Count: 2600+

Warnings: language?, uh that’s about it

A/N: I’m kind of frustrated with the way this turned out. I just couldn’t settle myself into the story. Like I knew what I wanted to happen, but couldn’t get the words right. I’m not going to stare at it anymore, so here it is. It’s just some fluffy Tom x reader. Excuse the dumb title pun, couldn’t help myself.

In-Tents

“Nope. Nope. Nope,” you said coming out of your tent. “I’m not doing this.”

“Who had ten minutes after putting up her tent?” Zendaya asked.

You and your friends had a nice long weekend off. This was not how you had wanted to spend it, though. You’re plan was to rent some movies and lay on the couch. Filming had been arduous and you weren’t even staring in the movie. You couldn’t imagine what Tom was feeling. So when he suggested that you all go camping for the weekend, you thought he had finally cracked. Clearly, all the web-slinging had made him lose his mind.

“Oh, shit! I did!” Jacob exclaimed, with his head sticking out of his tent. “Does this mean I win the money?”

“Wait, did you fuckers all bet on me?” you asked.

You had whipped around to look at all of your cast-mates, the people who you thought you could call your friends. You did not feel like a dramatic person. Yes, you were an actor, but you didn’t live your life in the dramatics. Actually, you hated drama, but that didn’t stop it from following you. But at that moment, you felt really dramatic.

“Well, we all just figured that since this wasn’t your thing, eventually you would kinda…” Zendaya started.

“Snap?” Jacob finished. “It’s not personal, purely business,” he chuckled, holding his hand out as Zendaya reached into her bag to grab the money.

“I was so fucking close!” Haz called out from inside his tent, before coming out. “I had twenty minutes from when we parked.”

“I had ten minutes after we all go to bed,” Tom said pulling the firewood out of the truck bed.

“I had thirty minutes into the drive here,” Harry muttered, putting up the few chairs that they packed.

You turned toward your friend and only female companion on this trip, Zendaya, to give her a look of, ‘Can you believe these assholes?’ But your snarky look fell when you realized she was giving you a guilty sort of smile.

“Z?” you asked.

“So, remember that I love you?”

“Z?,” you asked a little more impatient, the anger mounting.

“She had that you wouldn’t even get in the car,” Haz said clapping a hand to your shoulder.

“UGH,” you groaned as you stepped into your tent.

Ignoring Zendaya’s shouts of apologies and the boys laughed at your pain, you zipped up the door to your tent and sat on the hard ground trying to figure out how to blow up your air mattress. You figured if they were going to bet on your abilities, then you weren’t going to help them set up camp. They could all handle it on their own. They were clearly more capable than you.

After twenty minutes and several small fits of anger, your air mattress was fully inflated and your tent seemed to be ready for the night. Were you? Probably not. You kept thinking about all the wild animals that were surely in the area. What happened if one came into your camp, or worse, your tent?

“Y/N?” you felt your tent shake as Tom “knocked” on your door. “We’re going swimming in the lake. Come join us.”

You shook the terrible, terrifying thoughts from your head. “Yeah, let me, uh – just change,” you stuttered.

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You and Zendaya sat on the beach of the lake watching as the boys were horsing around in the water. They were splashing each other and trying to pull each other under or dunk each other. It seemed to be something about boys that when they entered a body of water, they seemed to become acrobats whose only purpose was to drown their fellow acrobats.

You knew that you would have to forgive Zendaya eventually, but you really wanted her to apologize to you first. It didn’t seem fair. So you would wait. Wait for her to apologize. Wait for her to say something first.

Meanwhile, you tried not to stare at Tom’s bare chest. It was perfectly toned and it was incredibly distracting. So much so that you didn’t realize how long you had been staring. When Tom turned toward you and caught your eye, he winked, which caused your heart to race faster. You had been caught. You could feel the heat creeping up your neck. You laid back on your towel and tried desperately to sink into the sand and disappear.

“Don’t worry. He’s oblivious, too.” You heard Zendaya say next to you.

“I’m sorry, what?” You asked, pretending like you didn’t know what she was talking.

“Look, you both may be oblivious, but the rest of us aren’t,” she pushed her sunglasses on top of her head to properly look you in the eye. “We all see the way you stare at each other.”

“I – I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Okay, we’re still ignoring it all. Got it,” Zendaya said with a wink before walking toward the lake.

Yeah, you definitely still aren’t talking to her.

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Later that night after you were all tired from the sun and water, you all changed into dry clothes and started to make dinner. When you all met to plan the trip, you each had agreed to make something for dinner. So while Tom and Haz made steak on the portable grill they had brought, Jacob, Harry, and Zendaya worked on the vegetables and potatoes. You had agreed to make dessert, so once everything had settled and dinner was finished, you pulled out the marshmallows, graham crackers, and chocolate before getting to work on the actual dessert – a campfire peach cobbler.

“Seriously, Y/N? We made like a full dinner and you brought s’mores?” Haz laughed.

“Shut it, Haz! I’m making dessert now. S’mores are the pre-dessert,” you yelled back. “Don’t get your panties in a knot!” You carried the cast iron dutch oven over to the fire to let it cook.

“What did you make, Y/N?” Tom asked.

“It’s, uh, peach cobbler.”

“Nice!” Jacob said looking up from the magazine he had brought with him.

You looked around the campfire but there seemed to be no open seats, except for the one next to Tom. Someone had taken a log and split it down the center length-wise and used one half as the bench bottom and the other half as the bench back. Clearly someone had taken their time to create something useful from a fallen tree, which you would have been impressed with had you anywhere else to sit right now.

You pulled the oven mitt off your hand and put it on the end of the bench. Then went back to the long picnic table you all had been using to prepare food on. You grabbed the plates, forks, and the large serving spoon before slowly walking back over to the fire. You were hoping that in the time it would take you to get back over there, someone would get up from their seat and you could quickly steal it.

Since realizing about two weeks ago that your feelings for Tom were a little more than friendly, you had been trying to avoid situations where he could put his arm around you or you could be in close enough contact to touch his arm without realizing what you were doing while you talked. Before that, you and Tom had spent pretty much all your free time together. You would watch movies in your trailers or hotel rooms. The two of you had no problem cuddling up together under a blanket and falling asleep to whatever played on the screen. If you happened to be sitting next to each other on a couch, which you seemed to always be sitting next to each other, he would easily sling his arm over the back, allowing it to rest just near you. His fingers would twirl your hair or tickle the back of your neck making you squirm. He would call you things like, “darling” or “sweetheart” or, your personal favorite, “love” in his English accent.

It wasn’t hard to figure out that none of it was really intentional on his part, though. He would say the same things to Zendaya. And he always thanked the food service girl with an easy “sweetheart.” It all felt very much the same. Like Tom was just a sweet, easy-going guy who had no trouble with showing platonic forms of affection to women. For you, though, it felt like so much more. It was probably what had created the butterflies that swarmed your stomach whenever you were around him. They were starting to feel sugary-sweet though, which was making you sick.

“Come join me, love,” Tom said patting the empty space on the bench.

As you put the plates and utensils down next to the oven mitt, you catch Zendaya’s eye. She has an “I told you so” look that you are truly not appreciating right now. You didn’t need it shoved in your face that Tom was just far too much of a gentleman for his own good.

You sat on the log-bench far enough away that Tom’s arm couldn’t reach you and pulled your legs up tight against your body. It was starting to get chilly. You were glad to have remembered to pack a few pairs of sweatpants. But now you were wishing you had also brought your blanket out to wrap around yourself. The fire was helping but not enough.

“So, Y/N, what do you think?” Harry asked.

“What’s the topic?”

“Tom’s secret crush. We’re trying to figure out who it is,” Haz answered.

“Oh,” you let the word tumble out of your mouth before you could think of anything better.

“Yeah, on the way up here, he was all giddy texting this girl–” Harry started.

You turned to look at Tom. He refused to make eye contact with anyone. But he was staring at his brother, like he might just strangle him. You couldn’t tell if it was sunburn or if his cheeks were pink from the firelight.

“Hey, now, we don’t know if it was a girl.” Haz chuckled.

Tom’s head whipped toward his best friend. “Dude?”

“Tom, we love you for you. It doesn’t matter who you love,” Haz said before everyone around the fire began to laugh.

The topic quickly changed after the laughter died down. S’mores and beers were being passed around. Everything seemed easy after that. When the cobbler was done, you scooped some onto plates and passed it around to everyone. But it started to get colder.

“Where are you going, love?” Tom asked as you moved to your tent.

“Blanket.”

“Come on now, Y/N! Why didn’t you say something? Tom can keep you warm.” You heard the jest in Haz’s voice, but that didn’t stop the pink from creeping up your neck. You stood in your tent, blanket in your hand, taking deep breaths trying to calm yourself and willing the pink to recede.

“Oh, I didn’t want to take him away from you, Haz. I know you love when Tom spoons you at night,” you joked, before heading back to your seat still just as far away from Tom as you had been.

Your group laughed again as you felt Tom’s fingers on your shoulders. Had he moved closer? You looked around to see if anyone noticed, but the topic had already changed and it seemed like no one was paying any attention to the two of you. You draped the blanket over yourself and hid your shaking hands under it. It was going to be a long night, especially if Tom continued to inch closer.

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You couldn’t sleep.

You knew this would happen. You could hear the crickets and the sound of something off in the distance. It did not sound friendly. And you were pretty positive that you could hear a crack of thunder. But you were also pretty sure you heard a bear outside your tent a moment ago. You knew your mind was playing tricks on you.

What could you do, though? If you went to sleep in the car, you were sure that you would never hear the end of it.

You stared at the tent ceiling trying to calm your breathing down. You tried to take deep even breaths and think about anything but the wilderness. It seemed to be working, until you spotted a spider in the corner of your tent. It wasn’t that big, but it felt like the final straw.

You grabbed your blanket and quickly unzipped your tent door. You instantly regretted it. Where were you supposed to go now? You looked to your left and right, both Zendaya and Jacob’s tents were silent. They were definitely asleep. You could hear the light snoring coming Haz and Harry’s mansion of a tent they agreed to share. Tom’s tent rustled in the dark. You could hear a deep sigh. Someone else was having trouble sleeping.

You crept over to Tom’s tent and whispered, “Tom?”

“Shit!” Tom unzipped his tent’s front door, “Are you trying to give me a heart attack, love?”

“Sorry,” you muttered sheepishly. “There’s a spider in my tent…”

“Oh, I’ll get it,” Tom said grabbing for his shoes.

“No!”

“What?”

“Can I just stay with you?” you asked quietly. “I can’t sleep.”

“Uh, yeah,” Tom moved over to allow you inside, “anything for you, love.”

He zippered the door to his tent back up as you sat in the corner looking up for spiders or other kind of bugs. He moved over on his queen air mattress and cleared his throat. You looked into his chocolate eyes for something, anything – any sign of more than “just friends.” It didn’t matter, though. You couldn’t back out now. You did this to yourself. You crawled over to the empty side of his air mattress and pulled your blanket over you.

“Um, thanks Tom.”

“Of course, love.”

You both tried to sleep. But it was too much for you. It felt like you hadn’t left your tent. Instead of the wilderness keeping you up, it was the heat radiating from Tom and the sound of his breathing. It was the sheer idea that he was lying right next to you, close enough to touch.

Sure that he had fallen asleep, you turned on your side and let your fingers run along his exposed collarbone without actually touching him. You wondered how soft his skin actually felt, though. He quickly reached up and grabbed your hand in his own and held it against his chest. It felt like all the air had been sucked out of you.

“Don’t tease, love.”

“I – I…”

Tom used his free hand to push your hair behind your ear, before letting his fingers cup your cheek. It felt like the air had been removed from the tent and everything was moving in slow motion. You closed your eyes, hoping that if this was a dream, you would wake up. But when you opened them and Tom was still staring at you intently, a cheeky grin plastered on his lips, you realized, if this was a dream, you weren’t going to wake up.

When his lips softly touched yours, it felt like your entire body was on fire. His hand trailed into your hair as his tongue begged for entrance. You were still dealing with the shock of Tom fucking Holland kissing you.

“You were the only one I texting on the way up here,” he said, his forehead gently resting against yours.

“Oh.” It was the only word that your brain could comprehend at the moment.

“C’mere,” he said pulling you closer to him.

Your head rested on his chest and you could hear how fast his heart was beating in his chest, just about as fast as yours.

#tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland x you #tom holland scenario #tom holland scenarios #tom holland imagine #tom holland imagines #tom holland fluff #tom holland au #tom holland fic #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland oneshot #tom holland oneshots #tom holland one shot #tom holland one shots #tom holland one-shot #tom holland one-shots

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C2E96

I want to start off by saying that the title of this episode (”Family Shatters”) has no business being that funny. I thought of a sad pun of “they should have entitled this episode Clay to Stone” but the actual title is so much funnier and so much sadder, give someone a raise. But we do get to officially meet the Clay family! It went off with only a few hitches. Further thoughts, notes, and liveblogs about Campaign 2, Episode 96 of Critical Role are below and below the cut!

- The continued adventures of Taliesin trying to shield Laura and himself from Sam’s advertisement bits dfghjkl once again, a noble but futile effort

- I should not be surprised that this thing has legendary resistances and actions but here I am, surprised 😭

- 68 POINTS OF DAMAGE?!!?! WHAT IS THIS DISINTEGRATE SPELL AND HOW HAVE I NEVER HEARD OF IT BEFORE NOW

- Also everyone’s reactions to it are so funny, ya BIG mood guys! (Side note: new meme format?):

- Wait is Beau turning into stone?? Uhhhh Mr Stark!!!

- The fact that Matt had statue crumbles prepared is so mean lol 😭

- FJORD OH NO

- Every time Nott uses an explosive arrow I get flashbacks to that time she literally killed Caduceus and my alarm senses go off

- “No! Don’t gore my wizard!” I second this

- WAIT DID BEAU TURN INTO ONE OF THE STATUES??? I’M GONNA RIOT

- Jester being so concerned about Beau and finally they free her from the stone thank goodness I don’t have to riot after all 😭

- Them asking Yasha suggestively “Gonna touch Fjord where?” and Yasha replying with “Just his hands. Not my thing.” has similar energy to when Beau succeeded on her charm save against the male incubus awhile back and said “Not my type” sdfghjkl anyway long story short: legends.

- Cad’s moment instantly dropping her weapon and hugging Caduceus 🥺

- OH NO THE SHATTERED STATUE WAS CADUCEUS’ AUNT CORRIN I AM SO SAD THE RIOT IS BACK ON FOLKS 😭 😭 😭

- The sad way Caduceus says “Can’t even plant them :(” about the shattered dragonborn is :(((

- “I’m Eremis Stone, yes.” Me, knowing full well that Stone was just a random name given to Fjord at the orphanage: Oh it’s Fjord’s family! :(

- “I have no idea what that means. Sounds really nice, though” I see where Caduceus gets it sdfghkdl

- Nott and Fjord trying to introduce themselves to the Clay family reminds me of the Winnie the Pooh knot joke (”Can you tie a knot?” “I cannot.” “Ah, so you can knot!”) asdfghkl

- Caleb saying to Nott “It has been a blessing to have family again” and whenever he calls her Veth I’m 🥺 my loves

- “Sometimes words ruin it.” No no no 😭

- I love Calliope she’s so great already

- Yasha: “What’s a cloister?” / Jester: “It’s a place where people masturbate.” / Cad: “Not arguing with that...” (pauses for a beat) “Nope, not arguing with that.” BYE DFGHJKL

- “You’re chaotic and I love you?” Sometimes I forget how much I ship Beau and Jester and then they’ll casually say I love you to each other like friends do and my heart will clench for Beau and I will remember how much I ship Beau and Jester

- Mecatoth calling the Mighty Nein “the Clay family”/assuming they are the Clay family is so cute

- Okay why is Cad’s hair fading when no one else’s is? Is it because the Savalier Wood is dying? I’m so curious

- Caduceus hugging Jester and saying “thank you” after Corrin is healed I love Team Cleric :((

- Beau is going to punch a god at Traveler Con CONFIRMED

- I’M SO FOND OF THE CLAY FAMILY, I HOPE WE GET TO SEE THEM AGAIN. This entire Campaign I’ve been dubious of them because I thought they abandoned Caduceus and were neglectful and not good people but they are so good and I am so fond 😭

- Side note: Everyone thinking of the Clay family as a “big family” even though he only has three siblings was making me a bit confused until I remembered that most of the Mighty Nein don’t even have a family at all so of course they would see his family as a big one 😭

- Also, Caduceus kept talking about how he’s going to go home soon, and Nott keeps talking about how she’s going to return to her family, and it really makes me think that the Mighty Nein is going to disperse soon/that there might be a time skip sometime so that they can go their seperate ways or something, even though it makes me sad to think of... I guess I can see even more clearly where Beau was coming from before, with volunteering to leave maybe before she can be hurt again

#critical role #c2e96 #I LOVE THE CLAY FAMILY WE SUPPORT ENTIRELY #also the mighty nein as a beautiful family too of course <333 #cr #c2 #my liveblogs #caleb's facial expressions whenever cad talked to his family ... oof #side note: i also have three siblings like cad does! they're all brothers though

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captainmeowvelwrites · 4 years

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You Times Two (Ch.5)

Pairing: Marinette/Ladybug | Adrien/Chat Noir Words: 5626 Summary: Ladybug knew this was necessary. She was the Guardian. He had the Cat Miraculous. But when his suit evaporated in a glow of pale green, she sure hadn’t expected him to have something far more precious: her heart. Cross-posted: AO3 and FFN

Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | ...

Recap: Previously, on You Times Two… Our boy flirted up a storm with Marinette “Just A Friend” Dupain-Cheng—and whataya know, our girl’s got game and dished the flirt right back. Some pretty sweet puns flew all over the show. And much to our dismay, yet not at all to our surprise, Adrien sought advice on how to handle Kagami “Thinks I’m Her Boyfriend” Tsurugi. (He really needs to stop doing that.) Will Sunshine Boy make use of her counsel? And will Maribug avoid her kitty’s cake offering tonight? Let’s find out, boys and girls!

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Chapter Five

Adrien rummaged through his duffle bag, the scent of sweat, leather and cheese affronting his nose. "Geez," he choked, retreating from his locker to suck in a breath, "I really need to clean this thing."

Inside the bag, Plagg lounged in an empty container, rubbing his full belly. "I happen to like the way it smells."

Pinching his nose, Adrien plucked a glove from the bag with his free hand. "Hmm. I wonder why." He sent Plagg a side glance. "Maybe because it's infested with crumbs of your stinky cheese."

Plagg burped. "I give you superpowers. You give me camembert. That's the deal, kid."

Adrien rolled his eyes and smiled. "Yeah, yeah." He sniffed the glove, breathed a sigh of relief, and slipped it on. "You could at least practice clean eating." He plonked on his helmet, though didn't yet cover his face, and puffed a stray strand of blond from his eyes. "Do me a favour and don't eat my socks while I'm gone. Or Kagami's cake."

At least he didn't have to worry about Ladybug's piece. He'd stowed it away in Plagg's cheese fridge when he'd raced (or rather, when his bodyguard had raced him) by the mansion to fetch his fencing gear.

A sigh slipped from his lips, his stomach looping in knots, as the events of last night flooded his mind like a river after a sudden storm. He wondered – not for the first time – how he could've upset Ladybug.

Hopefully, she really was just a fan.

A very surprised fan.

And all going to plan, he'd make everything right at patrol tonight.

But what if he didn't?

Maybe Ladybug hated Adrien Agreste.

Maybe that's why she'd reacted to his identity so frantically, scrambling for the nearest exit.

Maybe their partnership was over.

What if she didn't even show up this evening?

The groan of metal hinges tore through the room as Adrien shoved his locker shut, hoping to trap his crazy thoughts within its four steel walls.

"You seem distracted."

He shot to full height, his eyes darting left to find a geared-up Kagami, her red-hilted sabre in hand. She stepped forward, watching him intently, and placed her free hand to his cheek.

Her smile was as warm as her touch, yet the knots in his stomach refused to subside.

"Is everything all right, Adrien?"

He guided her hand from his cheek, managing a smile. "Sorry, Kagami. I just… have a lot on my mind right now."

She tilted her head, her dark hair following suit. "We can talk about it if you'd like?"

Adrien wished it was that simple—wished he could reveal his identity, his dilemma, his troubles, everything—but if there was one thing his circumstances weren't, it was simple. Would Kagami even understand?

Adrien flashed another smile, before retrieving his sabre from a nearby bench. "Thanks, Kagami, but I'm fine. Honestly." His eyes remained on his sabre, as he flexed the hilt between his gloved hands. "I just have a few things to figure out, that's all."

"I could help if you want?" Her voice was eager, assertive, and his smile came more easily.

"Don't worry, Kagami," he said, raising his hand. "There's really no need." Or rather, no way.

Her eyes flickered to the ground, an unfamiliar expression sliding onto her face. "If you're upset, isn't it my duty as your girlfriend to cheer you up?"

He stiffened at the title, reminded of Marinette's advice less than thirty minutes back. His lips parted, but only a dry croak escaped them.

When he said nothing—or rather, nothing intelligible—Kagami took it upon herself to continue. "Have I done something to upset you?"

Adrien nearly dropped his sabre. "No, of course not," he burst with conviction, guilt biting at his brain. "I mean, uhh…" Again, that advice flitted through his mind, and this time, he seized the chance to make use of it. "Hey, are you free tomorrow? After Alya's, I mean."

For a moment, those enthralling brown eyes seemed to scrutinise him. "Well," she finally said, "I can tell Mother our one-on-one fencing session is running later than expected." The makings of a smirk played on her lips. "Why do you ask?"

"I was just thinking"—he moved to rub his neck, only to realise his gloves and helmet made that tricky—"maybe we could, uhh, go out for dinner?"

Kagami's smirk softened into a smile. "Did you have anywhere in mind?"

Only as his shoulders slackened did he realise they'd been tense to begin with. "It's"—his thoughts drifted back to that candlelit rooftop—"a surprise."

When her lips drew into a firm line, and she stole a glance at her shoes, Adrien worried she perhaps wasn't a fan of surprises. He bit his lower lip, readying himself for the bite of rejection.

It didn't come.

"Very well," Kagami said, placing a hand on his shoulder. "I should let you know, I'm especially fond of seafood, Mediterranean, and a greasy slice of pizza"—she revealed a wry smile—"despite Mother's protests." Her hand slid from his shoulder, back to her side. "Also, I'm allergic to peanuts, but only mildly."

Adrien gaped, unprepared for that answer. It was stupid, really. She was… well, kind of his girlfriend. And even when she hadn’t been, she'd said yes to their trip to the ice rink.

A smile snuck across his lips. "Um – All right." He made a mental note of her preferences, already envisioning the night in his mind's eye—the scent of steadily burning candle wax, a sea of vibrant red roses, the freshness of tzatziki and succulent, spiced chicken. "So no peanuts and – uhh – it's a date, then?"

Her smile stretched in sync with her nod. "It's a date, Adrien."

His face brightened. "Then I'll see you at Alya's. We can head to dinner straight from there." Remembrance sparked in his green eyes. "And speaking of surprises, I have a small one in my locker for you." He winked. "I'll give you it after practice."

Kagami reached for his hand, threading his fingers with hers – at least, as much as their gloves allowed it. "I look forward to it."

At that, Adrien lightly squeezed her hand, unsure of which surprise she was referring to.

He didn't mind either way.

---

Marinette stared down her half-eaten cheesecake, a fork hanging from her mouth, as Clara Nightingale's "Big Bang" blasted through her computer speakers. From the corner of her eye, Tikki shimmied along to the upbeat choreography, and her lips quirked up at the sight.

She plucked the fork from her mouth and tapped it against her desk, a sigh sliding through her lips. Had Adrien given her this cake a week ago, she'd probably be giving a beetroot a run for its money.

Now?

Not so much.

Marinette knew she was being stupid. Sure, Kagami was getting a slice, but hers didn't need to taste so bitter because of it.

Guilt clawed at her chest.

Surely it was natural to feel some level of bitterness towards Kagami. She had captured the heart of the boy she'd been fawning over for more than a year. And on top of that, it turned out said boy was also her akuma-fighting partner.

Somehow, that fact only made the sting of jealousy all the more potent.

Marinette knew she had no one to blame but herself.

And she certainly had no right to be mad.

She'd had countless opportunities to tell Adrien how she felt.

But she'd always hesitated.

Kagami didn't.

And now he was hers.

Marinette sagged in her chair as memories of Weredad gnawed at her brain, a reminder that Adrien – in the guise of Chat Noir – had rejected her as Marinette.

For Ladybug, yes.

Regardless, that fact still stung like a sabre straight to the chest, even if it at least answered a question that had hounded her brain since the day she'd started crushing on Adrien: did he feel the same way?

When she wasn't Ladybug, the answer was clearly a resounding no; however, if the bits and pieces she did know from Chat Blanc were true, Adrien would accept her whole self in a heartbeat.

At first, she wasn't sure of how to feel about that… but as her mind continued to wander, she recalled the countless times she'd rejected Chat Noir, and the bite of rejection dulled. She cared deeply for Chat. He was one of her closest friends, someone she entrusted her life to every day—but all this time, she'd clung to the hope of one day pouring her heart out to Adrien. She'd been so blinded by her love for him that she'd never even considered her kitty beyond a few brief imaginings, all of which she'd dismissed the second she thought of Adrien.

Chat Noir was her partner and apparently, anything more between them – between her and Adrien – couldn't just complicate things; it could literally bring about the end of the world.

Her thoughts wandered to Luka, of the beautiful song he'd written her, of how he wore his heart on his sleeve, of how simple everything seemed when he was around.

Maybe, despite Chat Noir's unveiling, it wasn't so selfish to pursue Luka.

The knowledge of Chat's identity brought with it a sense of clarity, she realised. He'd given up on Ladybug – on her – in favour of Kagami. And as wounding as it was, she respected that decision.

After all, he deserved to be happy. She wanted him to be happy.

And she deserved happiness too.

With a resigned sigh, Marinette glanced at the bottom right corner of her computer screen.

8:14pm.

Just like that, she ceaselessly tapped her toes against the foot of her office chair. Only sixteen minutes until her patrol with Chat Noir—with Adrien.

Marinette set down her fork and offered the rest of her cake to Tikki.

She'd lost her appetite.

She staggered to her feet and started to pace, Tikki's quiet chews distant to her ears. "Just remember, Marinette," she muttered to herself, a hand pressed to her chin, "if the cake is for you, then oh darn, you're lactose intolerant. Unlike Marinette Dupain-Cheng." She shook her head. "Just don't say the last part out loud." Her hand dropped from her chin to toy with the hem of her black cardigan. "And if he asks if you're a fan, why yes, you are. But not a huge fan. Just a regular fan. Of his work. Not his face. So he doesn't get the wrong idea." She drummed her fingers against her temples, as though that'd drill these tidbits into her brain. "If you start to freak out, fall back on puns. If it worked this afternoon, it'll work this evening." She'd completed a full loop around her room. "And if he asks if you're on Instagram, the answer is definitely not. No—what's Instagram? Yes. Perfect!"

Tikki gave her a look from atop the now-empty plate. "Why would he ask that?"

Marinette sunk into her desk chair. "Well, if he thinks Ladybug's a fan of his, he might sift through his followers hoping to find her." She slapped her hands to her cheeks, picturing that very scenario. "Then he'd find me – the girl he already suspects – and realise that I am Ladybug. It'd be a total disaster!"

Tikki pursed her lips, as though fighting back a giggle. "You're his friend, Marinette. Of course, you follow him on social media." She paused to tap her lips, a few crumbs of cake spritzed around her mouth. "Besides, he already knows you're a fan of his." Seeing her chosen's face twist with horror, she quickly added, "As Marinette, I mean! And anyway, he has heaps of fans."

Marinette croaked out a groan, her head colliding with the desk.

Tikki settled near her face and placed a reassuring hand to her cheek. "Remember, Marinette, he's the same Chat Noir he was before. Not to mention you were making cake puns together only hours ago. Just don't think too hard and you'll be fine!"

"Y'know what?" Marinette leaped to her feet, sending her chair spinning. "You're right. I can do this!" Her eyes shone as she slammed her hands against the desk. "It's time to patrol Paris with Adrien Agreste! So, Tikki, spots on!"

---

The final fragments of day clung to the darkening sky, where bits of blue and pink and lilac slipped away with the setting sun.

After one graceful flip saw her perched near the edge of a slated rooftop, Ladybug glimpsed the time on her yoyo and stopped to admire the view. Up ahead, the Eiffel Tower set the evening ablaze with its fierce, yellow glow. And below, Friday night traffic meandered through the streets, the steady hum of car motors coating the air like white noise.

It was soothing, humbling, and yet somehow empowering… to stand on that quiet rooftop, but a tiny piece of a puzzle that formed such a striking city.

"Taking the scenic route, huh?"

Ladybug recognised that voice in a heartbeat. Thanks to the power of hindsight, she even considered smacking her head against the nearest chimney.

They sounded so alike.

"Quiet as a cat, I see." She didn't know when a smile had slid across her lips, but welcomed it all the same.

Chat Noir emerged at her side, silent as the evening breeze. "I'm nothing if not consistent." The smile he gave her was small, light, even timid, and all she saw was Adrien.

That thought seemed to hail an ocean of nerves and within seconds, her chest ached from the rising weight of it all. She pried her eyes from his, remembering the pep-talk she'd given herself only ten minutes prior.

Puns.

When in doubt, turn to puns.

Yes, she could do that.

"Consistent?" She spared a glance his way. "I think you mean purrsistent."

Chat arched a brow. "Who are you and what have you done with my partner?" The delighted lilt of his voice didn't go unnoticed, nor the way he leaned closer. Was he even aware he was doing it?

Oh, she certainly was.

Adrien Agreste, the boy she'd been crushing on for over a year, was being receptive to her jokes—to her.

And always had been.

That realisation brought with it a rush she was not prepared for.

"Your clawful sense of humour must be rubbing off on me." She snuck him a smirk, fighting the urge to jingle that silly bell of his.

"Clawful?" Chat threw his nose in the air, his pout as apparent as his sass. "I think you mean clawver!"

"Pawdon my ofurrsight." She giggled into her latex-covered hand.

"Well, colour me impurressed." He slipped her a curious glance. "Where'd this come from?"

She shrugged. "I guess I'm just feeling punny tonight."

"Well," Chat said, nodding with approval, "I'm furry much okay with that." His smile was steady, unwavering, as he turned to the Eiffel Tower, clearly content with admiring the view.

And what a view it was.

The way that fiery yellow glow illuminated every handsome inch of his face. How shadows splashed wherever that glow allowed them, highlighting the serene smile that lined his full lips, as it often did during quiet moments such as this. And least of all, those strikingly green eyes, as vibrant out of the mask as they were within it.

She turned away, drawing a hand to her chest.

"Ladybug?" Concern was clear in his voice. "Is something wrong?"

When she looked his way once more, the squareness of his shoulders weren't lost on her—like he was bracing for impact. Was he afraid of her answer?

No, that would imply he already knew it.

And he definitely – hopefully – didn't know the dangerous turn her thoughts had just taken.

She pursed her lips. No, this must be fear over her reaction last night. A reaction that, to her concern, had alarmed him so much he'd quite possibly bought her cake.

She had to remedy that.

"Adrien…"

When Chat's brows shot up, Ladybug was starkly reminded that he wore a mask for a reason. She slapped one hand to her lips, muffling a gasp, as her other frantically rocked through the air. "Sorry! Sorry! I am so sorry! I meant Chat!" She pulled her hands across her face, peeking up at him from through her gloved fingers. "I know I shouldn't say your name when you're— I – I mean, it's just… habit, I guess?" She bolted straight up, her hands slapping against her thighs. "I mean, not habit," she squealed. "That would imply I'm used to using your name, which I most definitely am not—"

"Hey," Chat cut her off, raising a paw. "No sweat, LB." He smiled, despite the way his brows furrowed beneath his mask. "Hearing my name while suited up… I just didn't expect it, that's all. It's not a big deal, honestly."

Those words gave her pause. "No sweat, Clumsy Girl," she could still hear him say, beaming her way and clutching his baton. "I'm learning the ropes too."

A small smile painted her lips. He'd always been so laidback, so supportive, so slow to judge.

So Adrien.

"Ladybug…" Chat eyed her closely, his lips twisted to one side. "Is something on your mind?"

She stared into his eyes—green, green, green—like rolling fields or mines of sparkling tourmaline. "Furgive me, Kitty? It's been a… long day."

Hold up.

Hadn't reassuring him been the plan?

Not the other way around.

His hand was on her shoulder, a wry smile lining his lips. "Hey, it's hard not to let it slide when you're making such meowvelous puns." He winked, then extended a hand toward the iron behemoth ahead of them, glowing brighter as night descended. "Shall we?"

She had to smile at that. With a nod, she spun the yoyo still clutched in her hand, and he followed suit, withdrawing his staff.

"Ladybugs first," Chat said, offering a princely bow as he flourished a hand toward the tower.

Come to think of it, Adrien had bowed like that on at least one occasion, when Great Uncle Cheng had come to stay. Did he make a habit of doing so both in and out of the mask?

Returning to the present, she hurled her yoyo at a far-off lamppost. "Don't mind if I do." And with one tug, she was off.

The whir of his staff, and the clank of metal against the pavement below, was enough to know he was close behind.

After a few swings on her end and a few vaults on his, they descended upon the esplanade of the Eiffel Tower, landing side-by-side, and attracting gapes and whispers from throngs of passing pedestrians.

"Wanna catch a ride?" said Chat, extending a gloved hand.

She clutched her yoyo close. "This ladybug stands on her own two feet, thank you very much."

He leaned in, quirking a brow. "Don't ladybugs have six feet?"

Ladybug gave an eye roll. "Of course, you'd know," she said, planting a hand over his face to shove him out of her bubble.

He poised his paws atop his extended staff. "I suppose I am an expert on all things Ladybug."

She shook her head, her smile as wry as his. "Race ya to the top?"

"I could"—he snuck her a side glance—"but we both know I'm faster."

Another eye roll. "Then winning should be kitten's play." Giving him no chance to answer, she flung her yoyo at a distant beam and launched off the pavement.

Wind whistled in her ears as she leaped, flipped and swung from one iron beam to the next, with such fluidity one would think she was running on auto-pilot.

Until a blur of black shot by, and Ladybug almost landed on her face instead of her feet.

Apparently, Chat Noir's stick could span the height of the Eiffel Tower if he so wished, given he was riding the dang thing all the way to the highest platform. He was soon leaning over the railing far above, offering a wave and a toothy grin.

Was it humanly possible to roll her eyes right out of her head?

That question hung near the fringes of her mind as she scaled the rest of the tower and, half a minute later, flew over the railing and onto the summit. "You sly cat," she called, huffing a wayward strand of dark hair from her face. "Your fancy stick did all the—"

Expecting Chat Noir, she froze at the stunning green gaze of Adrien Agreste. He sat on the ground, cross-legged and beaming up at her, between two familiar cartons and a dancing candle flame.

Her thoughts lurched back to that painfully romantic rooftop dinner, and she almost descended into an all-out wheezing fit right that second.

Yes, she knew his identity.

That very fact was never far from her thoughts.

But even so, this stark, sudden reminder was something she'd in no way been ready for.

"You took your time." His cheeky smirk seemed so out of place without the mask. "I even stopped by the groomers for a makeover," he said, flicking his perfect hair like something straight out of a L'Oreal commercial.

Frustratingly, all that occupied her mind in that moment was how that smirk didn't suit him.

Or perhaps, how the sight of it was so foreign to her.

And how she wished that wasn't so.

After a few failed attempts, Ladybug latched her yoyo around her waist, and gave the set-up a second glance. Adrien had set his schoolbag on the ground just behind him—he must've transformed while wearing it—and she didn't miss the loud chewing that came from within it.

"Sorry about Plagg." He rubbed his neck, smirk fading into a sheepish smile. "If there's one thing he's passionate about, it's Camembert."

"So I've heard," she somehow managed. Her hands threaded behind her, and her steps were unsteady as she approached. "So, um – what's all this?"

"Just a little treat from the best bakery in town." He waved a hand toward the empty spot across from him, and she wasn't sure if she'd sunk into that spot of her own accord, or if her legs had turned to jelly once she'd reached it.

Crossing her legs, she squeaked, "What bakery would that be?"

"The Dupain-Chengs." He tipped his head, his blond bangs swaying at the movement. "You've never been?"

Ladybug tensed. "Oh – Uhh – The one by that high school?" She gripped her knees a little too tightly. "Yeahhh, that's a bit outta the way for me. As – err – my civilian self, that is. 'Cause, y'know… we're clearly near there quite often as, uhh, ourselves." She cleared her throat, her lips sliding off to one side. "I mean, I do know the Dupain-Chengs own a bakery. My, uhh… mum's… uncle's… cousin's… step-son's… fiancée… She's, umm… a friend of theirs. That's how I knew about Marinette. I've very briefly met her and I, uhh… thought she'd make a good Multimouse." She could've facepalmed—would've, if he wasn't watching. "I mean, when I choose superheroes, I try to choose people I think will make good ones, but at the same time, I try not to choose someone I'm close to, y'know?" A strangled laugh left her lips. "'Cause that could – err – risk my identity and, well, we certainly don't want that."

Smooth, Ladybug.

Real smooth.

He opened his mouth, but she beat him to form words—because he probably had a bunch of questions after that little spiel, and answering any of them could very well dig her into a deeper hole. "So! What's the occasion?" She drummed her fingers against her knees, shooting glances between him and the cartons.

Adrien's shoulders went square, as Chat's had only minutes earlier, and in his lap, his thumbs ran races around each other. "Uhh… So… Well…" A hint of pink crept across his ears, steadily making its descent down to his cheeks. "You seemed a little upset last night and I…" He grabbed the top carton from the stack of two. "I guess I was worried that—"

"I – Yeah – Sorry about that." She chewed at her lower lip, only vaguely recalling her self-given pep-talk. Gosh, what perfect timing! "I – um – kinda freaked out a little last night."

The dubious look he gave her said it all.

Ladybug shrunk into her shoulders. "Okay, a lot." She barely resisted the urge to toy with her yoyo—because boy, had that turned out swell last night. "You see, Adrien… I, uhh – I'm kind of a fan of yours."

Seeing his eyes widen was enough to make her fly to her feet and pace. "Not, like, a crazy fangirl or anything. Like, I wouldn't go putting pictures of you all over my room"—she flicked her hands to one side, as if gesturing to some invisible wall—"because, well, that would be crazy."

She stilled, heat rising to her cheeks.

No no no no!

Why did she even say that?

Now he was going to think she – Marinette – was a crazy fangirl.

Yes, she kind of was.

But he didn't need to know that!

Ladybug turned away, hiding her reddening face. "I mean, not that there's anything wrong with someone having photos of you all over their room. I mean, people do that for a whole bunch of reasons. In fact, putting photos of a celebrity – especially a model – all over your wall is just, uhh… commendable? Or, erm… dedication… to the arts? Yeah, it's that."

Upon re-facing him, she realised he'd jumped to his feet. His lips were slightly agape; his brows slowly furling.

Oh great. She was just confusing him!

"But," Ladybug squeaked, "that way of fangirling—or, err… expressing an art form—just isn't for me. 'Cause like I said, I'm just arugula—I mean, a regular fan. Of your work. Not your face." She gasped. "Not – Not that there's anything wrong with your face. Your face is perfect"—the grin she showed flipped in on itself—"ly fine. Yeah, it's perfectly fine. I – uh – just didn't know how to handle the fact my kitty is, well… you." She considered throwing herself over the nearby railing. "Sorry! That came out wrong! I – I didn't mean—"

Two arms drew her close and suddenly, she found herself gawking at the lean muscles of his neck, as he eased a hand around her waist, his other settling between her shoulder blades.

Heat swarmed across her skin. His cologne was almost palpable, sweet and spicy at once, greeting her nose and making it sing. The warmth of his touch seemed to melt through her suit, soothing her frantic thoughts and replacing them with only him.

She lost all sense of time.

Had seconds ticked by?

Maybe minutes?

If there was one thing she was aware of, it was the steadily heightening thud thud thud that emanated from his chest, as though his heart was pounding and pounding and pounding on his ribcage, throwing punch after punch, trying to burst free.

The sound verged on deafening by the time his hands found her shoulders, and he ended the embrace as though doing so was a chore. The second he’d pulled back, the crisp evening air had swarmed across her suit, yet the hands that remained on her shoulders somehow kept any shivers at bay.

"Absolutely nothing has changed, Ladybug," he said, locking his eyes with hers. "I'm still the same silly kitty I've always been. And we're still the same unstoppable team we've always been"—his bangs fell across his eyes as he stared at his shoes—"aren't we?"

He suddenly seemed unsure.

It made her insides coil. She'd already explained her reaction last night. That it was all on her. Why would he think they were no longer a team?

Ladybug eased his hands off her shoulders and to his sides, and didn't let go. "Of course, we are." She revealed a small smile, but it wavered when she was met by only silence. "What's wrong, Adrien?" Her brows creased beneath her mask, and she gave his hands a light squeeze. "You can tell me, you know."

His shoulders rose and fell, unsteady as his breaths. "I'm just—" His voice cracked, and his grip on her hands tightened. "I was worried," he whispered, "that maybe you hate me."

For a second, Ladybug was speechless, as though someone had tossed a tub of cold water straight over her. "Hate you?" she wheezed, and shook her head so fast she might've had whiplash if not for her powers. "Adrien, I could never hate you!"

Adrien's eyes shot up, hope flickering within them. "You mean it? You're not, well"—he looked away, avoiding her stare as though afraid of what it might tell—"disappointed it was me?"

"What?" That single word slid from her lips, soft and breathless. "No, not at all! Why would you even think that?"

Did he really think so little of himself?

Adrien Agreste, famous fashion model.

Chat Noir, treasured superhero of Paris.

Her perfectly imperfect partner.

"I'm sorry." His voice, like his gaze, was soft with uncertainty. "I just… misread the way you acted last night." He looked away and pursed his lips, as though wrestling over his words. "I thought… maybe you were… mad at me? Or maybe…" He laughed, but the sound was tear-jerkingly hollow. "Well, let's just say Adrien Agreste isn't half as cool as Chat Noir."

Her mouth hung open, a fog of disbelief falling over her eyes. "Isn't… half as…?" That fog soon scattered, and quiet determination dawned in its place. "Adrien, that's not true at all. I'm so sorry I made you think that!"

Adrien flashed a smile. It was small, strained, as if hastily woven by a thread that had long since been stretched too thin.

It was his brave face, she realised.

An aching lump lodged itself in her throat. "Listen here, Kitty." She slid her hands from his and in an instant, her grip on his shoulders was as firm as her stare, demanding his full attention. "Tikki once told me when I needed to hear it that with or without the suit, I am Ladybug. And the same goes for you, Adrien. You are Chat Noir, suit or no suit." Her voice was brimming with quiet affection as she continued, "You're kind… brave… determined… and you care so much about others. You're one of my dearest friends and every day, I happily trust you with my life. I can always rely on you—and not just when we're battling supervillains." She slid one hand from his shoulder to cup his cheek, and heard a soft breath suck in through his lips. "I was so upset last week for leading Hawk Moth to Master Fu. If you hadn't been there to calm me down…"

Horrifying images sliced through her mind. Of her friends, their eyes yellow and empty, their identities exposed to that despicable Hawk Moth. Of that monstrous sentimonster, its stinger shattering through Master Fu's shield like it was made of glass.

All that suffering.

All because she'd failed.

But once more, her kitty was there, placing a hand atop the one that cupped his cheek… the one that now shook against his skin.

As always, he soothed her with his touch, with his warmth, with his presence. He stared into her eyes, and she into his, and those awful images vanished.

"You're amazing, Adrien," she whispered. "You're enough and more. So much more." Her other hand slid from his shoulder to cup his free cheek. "And your Miraculous does not define you. You define it."

Adrien stared at her, his body still and his eyes wide, as though her words hadn't quite sunk in yet.

But she knew the second they did.

She knew by the way he stood taller, lighter, like a wilted flower does after rain.

She knew by the unshed tears that had his eyes shimmering like precious emeralds.

She knew when he stepped but a breath away, and she felt the soft heat of his lips on her cheek, fuelling a fierce blush that no doubt matched her mask.

He held her hands in his, and his smile alone said a million thanks.

That didn't stop him from giving two more.

"Thank you, M'Lady." Somehow, his smile was both shaky and decisive at once. "Just, thank you."

And for the first time, Ladybug saw him.

Truly, deeply, clearly saw him.

Like storm clouds parting to reveal a bright summer's day, she looked at him and saw her partner... her friend... her silly, maskless kitty.

And she sensed he was starting to see himself the same way—as two halves of a wonderful whole.

Tears blurred her vision. She blinked and blinked and blinked again, if only to capture just another second of this moment—of his face and that joy and how perfectly it suited him. How she wished it was there every second of every day, pure and real and no less than he deserved.

Adrien tilted his head, a wry smile sneaking its way across his lips. "I'll furgive you, Bugaboo," he added, "for not mentioning my purrfect sense of humour."

She slid one hand from both of his and went to flick his bell. Upon realising it wasn't there, she found herself tapping his nose instead, and smiling at the way that made him chuckle. "I thought I'd leave at least some of the belly-scratching to you."

A minute later—as she savoured her favourite cake with a now-transformed Chat Noir—Ladybug realised their patrol hadn't gone at all like she'd planned.

And she was purrfectly fine with that.

#ml fic #miraculous ladybug #you times two #adrinette #marichat #ladynoir #ladrien

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Author Name:

athletiger

Fandoms You Write For:

I currently write Marvel. I’ve written Kingsman, and, when I was much, much younger, Percy Jackson, Katekyo Hitman Reborn, and the Ranger’s Apprentice. Fun times.

Where You Post:

AO3. Never look at my ff.net page.

Most Popular Multi-Chapter Story:

I don’t write multi-chaptered stories typically. Knot your Typical Case (MCU) is one of them, and I did that with @rose-on-the-mountain. It was mostly sharky who wrote the fic - I provided the idea :P

Favourite Story You Wrote:

These Wings Were Made to Fly (MCU). I was supposed to be writing my big bang fic; I wrote this instead because the plot bunny wouldn’t let me go. I spent a solid 12 hours in front of the laptop cranking out this fic, and it’s my favorite fic to date.

Story You Were Nervous to Post:

Fics that include other people ideas are the fics I’m most nervous about because I’m playing in their sandbox and I want them to be happy, and it feels very disappoint when I don’t. Liminal Space was an MTH fic I did for @ifall. It was supposed to be a horror story; my brain couldn’t work it out because I’ve never watched The Haunting of Hill House. I’m still trying to work it out and hoping to write a fic for spookytober. We’ll see if it pans out (gotta finish bb first!)

How Do You Choose Your Titles:

Puns, song titles, sometimes I make my fellow discord friends give me a random title. Usually steal them from quotes or song titles.

Do You Outline:

Sometimes I do, sometimes I don’t. Sometimes my stories run away from me. Mostly I do one-shots, so I don’t need a written outline, and more or less somehow I conveniently forget I do have an outline XD.

Complete:

39 on my Ao3 account. Let’s not talk about ff.net.

In-Progress:

“3 Assholes, 2 Tardises, and a Dalek walk into a bar” is my big bang fic, and I’m super excited about that. I’m still writing it because I’m a slowpoke who can’t write over 25k words. I’m ecstatic that my artists chose me to draw for my fic! It’ll be out in November (and I definitely blame @mizzy2k for making me write this fic. Just kidding...not really :P )

“La Famiglia” is a multi-chaptered mob AU that is going to be revamped hopefully, new storyline and all. I really wanted to incorporate some things that I didn’t get to incorporate the first time around and it will hopefully be better the second time around. Also, my writing style has changed since then, and I just can’t make the fic work the way it is.

“this is nuts, but be a little bit more boulder” (MCU). Gotta finish chapter 3 for @onlymorelove

“Teeny Tiny Centaur Steve” (MCU). Gotta finish chapter 3 for this fic as well.

I have a giftfic for @serinah80 that I haven’t looked at in months but feel guilty over because I really wanna write her fic but I’m still trying to work it all out. Sorry serilove. It features sub/slave/slut Tony and Dom/master/out-of-his-depth Steve, I think. LOL.

Coming Soon/Not Yet Started:

I have an untitled supernatural AU inspired by Teen Wolf that will feature Steve as a hunter who hates the supernatural and a werewolf Tony who realizes Steve is his mate. It’s gonna be angsty and great. I’m super excited to crank out this fic when I’m finished with my big bang.

I’m supposed to do a remix for @ayapandagirl. It hasn’t gone anywhere.

I have more, but these are at the top of my to-do list right now.

Do You Accept Prompts:

Yes, but since no one prompts me here anyway, I get most of my prompts from discord. I’m happy to take prompts. Like mizzehhhhh, I’m going to write fics in the order I’m most inspired by, and I might not get to some fic prompts.

Mizzy said it best: If you have a prompt and you’re very eager to see me write it, check out MarvelTrumpsHate next week, for a small cashy donation to charity you get to order me around. Sort of. Within reason. <3 It’ll be at the top of my to do list next year.

Upcoming Story You Are Most Excited to Write:

Wolf Tony is the fic I’m most excited to write about! I’m super excited to put you through the feels and the angst.

Tagged By:

@mizzy2k Hope you are satisfied with my answers love <3

Tagging: @onlymorelove @rose-on-the-mountain @my-soul-and-perfume @firelightmystic @ashes0909 @festiveferret @ayapandagirl and anyone else I’d forgotten who’d like to join in

#my fic #asks

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spacetimeconundrum · 4 years

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For the fanfic ask jawn, let's get some writer commentary on a paragraph from Knots in Time that you're particularly fond of. :D

Oh hey, the Metacrisis/Rose wedding fic! Sure, we can talk about that one. :)

I dunno that there’s one particular paragraph that stands out, so you’re gonna get a few highlights and behind the scenes thoughts, bearing in mind that I wrote this story in (checks publication date on ff.net) 2012, so it’s been a solid 8 years since then. (Actually had to do a quick re-read and poke through my files for a bit to refresh my memory to answer this.)

Popping the rest behind a ‘read more’ because it got long and also, spoilers?

There was a sharp "CRACK", a brilliant flash, and the scent of ozone in the air. The Doctor stood stupefied, part-Time Lord senses tingling, staring at the empty space where Rose had been standing.

"What?"

He blinked. "What!"

The guests looked as shocked as he was. But they weren't left staring with him for long; they were interrupted by a distinctly curious wheezing sound. The Doctor's eyes raised in disbelief in time to see a very familiar, very blue police box appear at the back.

"What?"

Ah yes, I thought I was very clever here, with this call-back to Ten’s favorite reaction to anything unexpected happening / Donna’s first appearance on DW. Feels a little too cutesy-clever now, but maybe it’s fine and I’m just being hard on my old writing.

Also! Why does it matter that the police box is blue here? Of course the Doctor’s TARDIS is always blue, you say, what other color would it be? This is actually because of a different story I hadn’t actually written yet at the time, Unsinkable (and later And Then There Was One), wherein I posit that the Pete’s World Universe actually does have its own Doctor, and his TARDIS is red, because in this parallel universe, most police boxes came in red instead of blue.

(Incidentally, there ARE in fact real red police boxes in the UK, or there were, see proof here.)

I had originally intended (spoilers for a long unfinished/abandoned fic) to have Rose and the Metacrisis Doctor meet the Pete’s World Doctor in Parallel Adventures, which takes place chronologically before Knots in Time, and thus, they’d recognise the red TARDIS if it showed up unexpectedly, so having a blue one pop up means Something is Definitely Up. Well, okay, since I hadn’t actually written those other stories yet, when I did go to write them, I realised I needed a reason why the TARDIS appearing here would be so shocking to everyone, thus the color change for Pete’s World Doctor’s TARDIS. (Overthinking details, in MY fic writing? It’s more likely than you think.)

Other fun things - at the time I actually did some little sketches of a few scenes / bits from this fic, and this is one of them:

Next!

Rose dug through her skirt until she found the hidden pocket she'd had sewn into the dress. Her mother had protested, telling her it was her wedding gown, why would she want to risk spoiling the lines of the skirt with pockets? What could she possibly need to be carrying anyway? Rose was glad she'd insisted. Grinning, she pulled out the two items she never left home without: her Torchwood communicator and the sonic screwdriver the Doctor had made for her as a surprise when he'd recreated his own.

Turning on the communicator, she wasn't exactly surprised to find it was out of range of the Torchwood network. Brilliant. She keyed in the code for the 'Agent in Distress' locator beacon and was rewarded for her efforts by the lights in the room flashing green and a mechanical voice announcing what could only be some sort of warning or displeasure at her actions.

"Didn't like that, did you?" She grinned up at the ceiling, tongue between her teeth. "Just wait for my next trick."

So, I may have a thing for competent!Rose. It was important to me that she not end up the generic ‘helpless companion in need of rescue’, even though, yes, she does need a little help getting back to her wedding from the space ship she’s been teleported to, because plot, but Rose has agency here beyond plot McGuffin, dammit!

See also, Rose engaging in diplomatic relations (good grief those aliens look lame, what the hell, 2012-me) with her captors:

And...

Rose stared at her, struggling to think of something to say as the pieces slowly came together in her mind. The girl had a soft London accent and her mannerisms felt so like someone she knew, it was unsettling. It wasn't until she looked down and noticed the scuffed blue Converse trainers that it finally clicked. She couldn't be.

As if to confirm her suspicions, a familiar voice called out and Rose looked up from what could only be her daughter to see the Doctor come jogging around the corner.

"Jane! How many times have I told you not to wander off? If you're not going to listen then you can go back to wait in the Tar-" He paused mid-sentence when he saw who she was standing next to. "-dis. Hello, Rose."

Fun with time travel! You never know when you’re going to run into your own future, whoops. :)

Sudden, unexpected kid!fic! Because if you’re going to write a ‘happily ever after’ fic, might as well go all-in, right? Not that everyone’s happily-ever-after should or would involve marriage and kids, but it seemed like the sort of future the non-Metacrisis Doctor very specifically can’t have, so why not give it to his half-human double? I dunno.

Upon reflection, this might be the fluffiest thing I’ve ever written, I think.

Future Metacrisis!Doc and kiddos:

That’s probably way more information than you wanted or expected about this story, huh? Hope it was entertaining at least!

PS - still kinda proud of myself for the terrible pun in the title of this story

#STC answers questions #writer commentary ask meme #knots in time #metacrisis!doctor/rose #my writing #badxwolfxrising

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theteaisaddictive · 5 years

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author meme

tagged by @cinderellasfella, thanks!!

Author name: TheTeaIsAddictive (hey what can i say, at least i’m consistent)

Fandoms you write for: almost exclusively beauty and the beast, although i have started branching out to the cinderella remake, and i have one fic each for bbc les mis and jane eyre

Where you post: ao3, cross-linked to tumblr. this can get confusing if i get prompts in my tumblr ask box which i write and publish on tumblr, and then later add to ao3.

Most popular one-shot: oh god there’s so many categorisation options, ok ok let’s do this.

BY HITS: How Do You Define Success, one in a series of one-shots focused on 1991!Belle and Adam post-curse. this one focuses on adam’s proposal to belle, his reconciliation with his brother prince charming, and his first meeting with his new sister-in-law, cinderella

BY KUDOS: also How Do You Define Success

BY COMMENTS: hooked on all these feelings, the very first gay-u i wrote back in december for the batb holiday gift exchange!

BY BOOKMARKS: Für Elise, the secret sibling au where Plumette and Belle from the 2017 movie were sisters.

Most popular multi-chapter story: for everything except comments, A Rose’s Thorn, a what-if au where Maurice never takes the wrong turn in the forest to find the Beast’s castle and featuring a meddling enchantress, a gaston who has unusual reasons for pursing belle, a falling-in-love where belle struggles with a new skill as well, and a final five chapters which i’m still excessively proud of

Favourite story you wrote: well, i think i might have just answered my own question, but probably a toss-up between A Rose’s Thorn, How Do You Define Success, Ever Just the Same, and In A Crowd of Thousands. (ok, ok, a rose’s thorn is still my favourite -- but how can i choose??)

Story you were nervous to post: i was definitely really nervous before posting hooked on all these feelings, because it was the first time i’d written a story for someone who i didn’t know, and which was intended as a gift and not just a fun proms-fill for yuletide.

How do you choose your titles? song lyrics, mostly -- which can be a real bitch sometimes! it took me far too long to come up with the title for ever just the same and honestly the further i get with the story the worse i like the title, but it’s too late to change it now lmao

Do you outline? not for one-shots, but for my multi-chaps i tend to go chapter-by-chapter, narrowing the focus as i get closer to the end -- for example, even though it's a few chapters away i know exactly how the finale battle of ever just the same is going to happen, although im still not solid on how the story itself is going to end

Complete: my only wip at the moment is ever just the same, and everything else is either a one-shot or complete! (rip to the one abandoned fic, the 1991/2017 crossover. you had great potential, but i could not realise it. rip)

Work in progress: at the moment, only ever just the same!

Coming soon/not started yet: oh god now you’re asking. well, first of all there’s the one-shot prequel to ever just the same, tightly knotted to a similar string, which focuses on bridget and yvonne (eve’s mother) as they begin their relationship, and beyond to the summer before her death. this was intended to be a quick and dirty (pun intended) smut one-shot, and now it’s all spiralling out of control and i’m at 4770 words and no one has fucked yet. they’ve only just started making out.

also coming soon is the (long) kitella au, aka now i wanna hold you close (will it always be like this?)! so far 7684 words, and we’re not even at the ball yet good god.

in addition to that is the kitella great british bake-off au, titled It Only Takes a Taste

oh yes, and can’t forget Roses and Lavender, the ella/belle kit/adam crossover/au you didn’t know you needed, and which is gonna be my next multi-chap after ever just the same is done.

oh and to top it all off, @cinderellasfella and i have been pondering about a kitella hadestown au. so yeah, just a couple of things on the back burner XD

Do you accept prompts? yes!! i love prompts!!! give me all the prompts!!! it’s why i’m super obnoxious and reblog prompt lists all the time!!!

Upcoming story you are most excited to write: is it overly horny of me if i say tightly knotted to a similar string?? because, like, yvonne is such a delight to write for, it’s such a shame that we don’t see her in ever just the same at all.

thanks so much, conor! anyone who wants to can consider themselves tagged!!

#asks #(for filing purposes)#cinderellasfella #.........i have a plot bunnies problem don't i #*sigh*

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who-gave-atlas-a-pencil · 5 years

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A/N: So I couldn’t not write this after watching Episode 45. I just couldn’t shake the idea of Molly joining Twiggy in the rigging and so this happened? Doesn’t really have much to do with the original idea anymore, but that’s beside the point! I hope you enjoy my first attempt at writing critical role fanfic. : D (Oh, also - the title comes from the song “Boats and Birds” by Gregory and the Hawk. It weirdly reminds me a lot of widomauk? Not sure why, but there you have it.)

Summary: Molly enjoys acrobatics but doesn’t excel at them, Caleb’s sense of humour is called into question, and Twiggy has a knack for causing cute moments even when she isn’t directly involved.

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The sunlight is warm against his skin as Molly hangs upside down from the rigging that goes up to the crow’s nest, drifting in a lazy circle. It’d be an easy enough task to unhook his foot from the rope he has it coiled in and give a quick flip to stick the landing, but there’s something oddly comforting about hanging upside down like this. It reminds him of the circus, and of the Knot Sisters dangling and contorting themselves every night as part of their act. They’d been two of the grumpiest people he’d ever known, prior to meeting Beauregard. He wonders how they’re doing.

“Hey Molly!” Jester’s voice rings out from above him, and he glances up – down? – to look at her. She’s leaning over the edge of the crow’s nest, grinning ear to ear. “Why are you just hanging there? Are you stuck again?”

“Never,” Molly calls back, and kicks himself free. It takes a few attempts and he ends up flailing gracelessly for a moment before he catches himself on a rope and scrambles back up to join Jester. Propping his chin on his hands, he tangles a leg around the posts of the nest and grins at her. “Did you need something, darling?”

“Noooooo, not really,” Jester singsongs in her familiar, slightly childish way. “Twiggy’s been talking to Caleb forever though and playing with Frumpkin and it’s boring up here without people to talk to.” She leans in closer to him. “Actually, though, were you stuck just now? Because you looked kind of stuck and you were flopping a bit – you know, like Nott did that one time when she fell in the water she was walking on because she tripped on a rock?”

Molly smothers his grin and glances around before leaning in conspiratorially. “Can you keep a secret?”

“Yes, of course. I’m like, the best secret-keeper of all time. Well, I’ll probably tell the Traveler, but he’s always here so he’s gonna know anyway.”

“Alright then. Truth is….I really wasn’t stuck.” Molly grins and taps Jester on the nose, then steps back off the nest and catches himself, swinging from the ropes again.

Above him, Jester is looking down with her eyes scrunched up at the corners. “You were too. Just a little.”

“Maybe a little,” Molly concedes. “But I have to have an off-day every now and then, otherwise Nott might get jealous and then where would we be? I mean, look at this.” He lets himself relax, his legs slipping from the coils of rope. He means to fall a bit, to catch himself and swing around gracefully in some dramatic and appropriately glorious echo of Twiggy’s earlier descent. Instead, a wind picks up at the exact moment he lets go, blowing the ropes out of reach so that suddenly he’s in free fall. He curses, scrambling for a hold to avoid taking the full brunt of the sudden stop at the bottom and manages to grab a rope just tightly enough to almost dislocate his shoulder before he loses his grip again and crashes the rest of the way to the deck below.

For a moment, the wind is knocked out of him with such force that it’s all he can do to blink at the sky like an idiot. He doesn’t feel terribly injured, but he can already tell that his back and tailbone both are going to be one enormous bruise for a few days. Jester calls something he can’t make out, and he waits for the static to clear.

It’s then that Beau appears over him, her arms crossed and an eyebrow raised. “Wow. Was this how your audition for the acrobatics act at the circus went too? Think I get why they had you telling fortunes and spreading bullshit now.”

“Fuck you, Beau.”

“Fuck you too, Molly,” Beau says, and pulls him to his feet. “Anything broken?”

Molly blinks the last of the stars out of his eyes and twists gingerly. “Nothing at all.”

“Yeah, I figured. I mean, it’s not like you had pride to injure, right?”

Molly opens his mouth to reply, but is cut off by the sound of applause. He looks up to see Jester cheering, her voice magnified by the familiar thaumaturgy spell. “That was a really great fall, Molly! I’m really impressed!”

Molly gives a little bow and turns his wince into a smile. “Thank you, thank you. I’ve been practising. I’m glad it’s working in my favour.”

“Keep practising,” Beau advises, then claps Molly on his now-injured shoulder and walks away. He’s still rubbing at it ruefully and wondering how to best get her back for that when Twiggy runs past him, a grime coloured blur chasing after Frumpkin. Molly scans the deck for Caleb, then blinks.

The wizard is sitting cross legged on the deck, a spell book lying open in front of him and Twiggy’s Happy Fun Ball in his lap. Because Molly is an idiot and likes to pretend that he has a chance of breaking through the ten layers of trauma Caleb wears like a second skin to find the person underneath and convince him he’s worth something, he takes a minute to appreciate the view. Caleb’s shirt is unbuttoned at the neck, his sleeves rolled up to where the bandages on his arms stop, and as he ducks his head the sun glints copper off his hair.

He’s bloody beautiful, dirt and all. He’s also beet red, his cheeks stained with a particular shade of cherry that Molly hasn’t seen since Nott alerted them all to his “heart condition.” Before he can think better of the idea, Molly’s already walking closer, his pain forgotten and a grin on his face. “Mister Caleb?”

Caleb’s head shoots up, and though Molly hadn’t been certain such a thing was possible his flush seems to deepen as he clears his throat. “Mister Mollymauk. Do you need something?”

“Not at all. Do you?”

“I…No? Why do you ask?”

“Your face is all red. I was wondering if the heat was getting to you.” Molly plops down to sprawl in front of Caleb and leans forward onto his elbows. “You know, I hear a glass of water is great for that. Mug of ale, maybe.”

“I’m fine, thank you.” Caleb looks away and clears his throat.

“I thought you were Caleb?”

That earns him a vaguely disappointed look. “That was a terrible joke, Mollymauk.”

“It was worth a try.” Molly inches forward a bit, close enough that Caleb has to move the spellbook slightly to keep him from laying on it. “You know, I’m not sure you get to be the judge on jokes anymore, Mister Caleb. Twiggy didn’t even get a chuckle out of you earlier.”

“I am not a happy guy,” Caleb says, with a shrug and the exact same intonation he’d used before.

“Who says you have to be happy to laugh? A joke’s still a joke, and if it’s funny that’s just how it is. Don’t tell me Zemnians don’t believe in jokes.”

“Of course we have jokes.”

Molly raises an eyebrow. “Oh? Tell me one, then. I’m all ears.”

“They are not funny if you are not Zemnian.”

“Nonsense,” Molly says and waves a hand. “The only jokes that aren’t funny are puns in a language you don’t speak. Try me.”

Caleb gives him a long, steady look that Molly returns with a shameless grin. Nearly a minute passes before Caleb finally gives a begrudging, exhausted sigh. “Fine, yes. One joke. But then you let me work on this puzzle ball for a minute, ja? It is very arcane and interesting and I’m not certain if our friend will let me keep it when we part ways.”

Molly crosses his heart and grins. “Scout’s honour.”

“I very much doubt you were a scout, but I will hold you to that. Alright. Don’t say I did not warn you.” Caleb sighs again, his eyes drifting to some point in the distance. “Can a kangaroo jump higher than a house?”

“I don’t know, can it?”

“Ja, of course. A house cannot jump. Ha-ha, very funny, right?” Caleb looks down at Molly and shrugs just barely. “I told you, it isn’t funny unless you are Zemnian.”

He’s right. The joke isn’t all that funny. But there’s something about Caleb’s deadpan delivery, the circumstance, the colouring still fading from Caleb’s cheeks that it all catches Molly in just the right nonsensical combination that he laughs anyway, the reaction pulled from him without his permission. Out of the corner of his eye, he can see the confusion on the wizard’s face, the way his brow furrows and the corner of his lip twitches up slightly, and the sight makes Molly even giddier because he’s not convinced he’s ever seen Caleb smile at anything but a bookshop and the fact that he’s doing so even vaguely now isn’t much, but it damn well is something.

“This is not the reaction I was expecting,” Caleb mutters, so quiet Molly almost misses it.

He dashes the tears of laughter out of the corner of his eye. “That was awful. I loved it. Got any more like that?”

“Ja, probably. I would have to think on it a bit first, but I am sure I could remember some. First, I would really like to work out this puzzle, though-”

“Right, the Happy Fun Ball. We had a deal.” The last bits of laughter fading, Molly straightens up into a sitting position. “I’m nothing if not honest, but I hope you know I’ll be bugging you soon for more terrible jokes.”

For a moment, Caleb looks even more confused than before. Then he nods, just barely. “Ja, alright. I will try to remember some more.”

“Good.” Molly pushes himself to his feet and looks down at Caleb, his hair still copper in the sunlight. “You know, I’m gonna go tell that one to Twiggy and Nott. Maybe they can surprise you with it if one of them tries to cast that spell on you again.”

Caleb glances up, his eyebrows furrowed. “And what would be the purpose of that?”

“Because maybe it’ll actually get you to laugh. I’d like to see that sometime.” Molly grins at the surprised look on Caleb’s face, reveling in it in the brief moment he has before it registers what exactly he’s just said, then reaches out to ruffle his hair as he passes. “Happy studies, Mr. Caleb,” he calls over his shoulder, and wonders if he imagined the way that Caleb’s cheeks flushed red again.

#critical role #fanfic #caleb widogast #mollymauk tealeaf #widomauk #au: molly lives #atlas writes

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starswornoaths · 5 years

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“ get used to disappointment. ” or “ i bet my life on it! ” (have fun!)

*slams hands on table* I’M BAD AT DECIDING SO WE’RE GONNA DO BOTH!!! ALSO I WILL HAVE FUN AND THANK YOU FREN ILYSM

Princess Bride sentence starters- Accepting!

“ get used to disappointment. ”

Scarcely some three dozen steps into their expedition in the Aurum Vale, and Serella was already beginning to question her safety for how intensely Ahlis would glare at her every time she made a joke.

Not that it stopped her from making them, mind, just that she wondered if this was the day it would finally all come back to bite her in the arse.

“Gods, it’s hard to even breathe here.” Ahlis grimaced, covering her nose and mouth with the sleeve of her robe.

When the mage made to breathe she wound up in a coughing fit that tapered off into a curse.

“Language!” Serella laughed. “Here,” she handed Ahlis one of the protective masks they had packed ahead of time, “sounds like you need a filter.”

Somehow with the mask on, Ahlis glare seemed even more hostile.

“Enough. Come, let’s see this finished.” Ahlis trudged on beside the Paladin. “Not even half a bell in this place and I already tire of it.”

When they stepped deeper into the cavern and their eyes began to water for the dense haze of the spores in the heavy air.

“I know not which is more stale: the air around us, or your jokes.” Ahlis mused dryly.

“I don’t deserve to be made to work in such a toxic environment.” Serella replied almost instantly.

Ahlis made a noise of disgust, though whether it was more for the pun or the fact that one of the sentient lilies had noticed them and begun to hurl poisonous seeds their way was up in the air.

“I keep hoping you’ll run out of jokes.” The mage grumbled, even as she channeled her frustration into setting fire to the offending, shambling plant. “And yet you persist with them.”

“Get used to disappointment, if that’s the case.” Serella replied, even as she huddled Ahlis behind her shield to keep the incoming swarm of monstrous, oversized mushrooms. “But I’ll try to make jokes more spore-ingly.”

She was fairly confident that her particular knack for catching attacks with her teeth was all that stayed Ahlis’ hand from just setting fire to her at this point. Just as well, she was just glad to keep her friend even a little distracted from the gods awful setting they found themselves in.

“ i bet my life on it! ”

At first, Ahlis didn’t recognize the tune Uthengentle hummed as they made their camp in one of the many caves to be found deep in the Fringes. His voice was so quiet she had only picked up snippets of it here and there, but when she managed to piece it together, she couldn’t help but mention it.

“I know that lullaby.” Ahlis spoke up.

Uthengentle stopped humming and looked up from rummaging in his pack. “I would be surprised if you didn’t. S’ an old Ala Mhigan lullaby.” He resumed pulling out odds and ends for their dinner; dried fruit, a pouch of rice, and some of the meat they had hunted on their way here. “My Da learned it just to sing to me.”

“Your father was kind.” Ahlis mused; though she only knew a little of the history of the siblings Arcbane, she knew well enough that he spoke of his adopted father.

“I got lucky.” Uthengentle shrugged. “What other Ala Mhigans I’ve run into didn’t find such fortune with those whose company they kept.” After a moment he quietly added, “You don’t have to speak of it...I just hope you got lucky, too.”

Ahlis chose not to speak on it. Uthengentle did not press.

“Do you need help with the fire?” She asked softly, even as she had helped arrange the firewood they had gathered.

“Not at all, Miss Ildilayan.” After a moment, he reluctantly added, “though if you’ve got a spare pot for the rice...”

She did, luckily, and ere long between their supplies and skills, their dinner was bubbling over the roaring campfire.

“Thought it would feel more like home, honestly.” Uthengentle spoke up. Ahlis looked over at him from across the campfire. “It just feels...it feels like I should think of it as home. I want to.”

“Let’s focus on getting the Empire out of Ala Mhigo, then we’ll worry about how it feels.” Ahlis replied, swallowing the knot of complicated feelings in her throat. “Assuming we even manage to.”

“We will- we have you, Miss Ildilayan.” Uthengentle said as if it were obvious.

“Ah yes. The Warrior of Light.” Ahlis pursed her lips.

“S’ not what I said.” He frowned in thought. “Your title...I don’t give one fig for it. Just means pressure. Expectation. Means someone out there is waiting for you to fail.” He shook his head. “Too familiar for us Mhigans, eh? But we rise anyway. Always do.” He looked at her then, as if studying her. “You could be a perfect stranger to me, could have never done all the amazing things you’ve done, and just taking a look at you, I’d know that if you were on my side, I’d never lose.”

“You seem confident in that.” Ahlis looked away.

“I bet my life on it!” Uthengentle said with a grin, silver eyes sparkling in the firelight. “Have bet my life on it, and will keep betting my life on it. Because I trust you, Miss Ildilayan.”

“And if I fail? And you lose your bet?”

“Then t’would be an honor to have made that wager with so strong a warrior.” Uthengentle replied immediately and matter of factly.

Though conversation eased into smoother territory, and having a hot meal in their bellies did wonders for their spirits, they emerged from the cave in the morning as though they had never spoken a word of Uthengentle’s little wager. Ahlis hoped he would stop gambling, even as she knew to bet for that hope was near as much folly as his own bids.

#princess bride asks #Ahlis Ildilayan #serella arcbane #Uthengentle Arcbane #ahlis-xiv #ffxiv rp #ty for the ask!!!#I hope this was okay!!!#and I hope it made you smile at least a little!!!#\o/

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killian-whump · 6 years

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OUAT 2x11: Rewatch Blog

Alright, everybody. Buckle yourselves in, because this is gonna be one WILD ride of a Rewatch Blog right here. Today’s episode is “The Outsider” - also known as “The Episode Where Killian Jones Is Attacked with a Bookshelf, Beaned with an Oar, Knocked into the Hold of His Own Ship, Beaten with a Cane, Almost Straight-Up Murdered, Slapped and Demeaned, Having Just About the Worst Day Humanly Possible... Then Gets Hit By a Car”.

There’s going to be a lot of flailing. There’s going to be a lot of GIFs.

And you’ll probably never see another Rewatch Blog from me, because I will be blogging and reblogging content from this episode for the rest of my life, because the sheer quantity of whump in this one episode is mind-boggling.

At any rate, let’s get on with the show!

You know, it’s a good thing Mr. Gold shelled out the money for a nice luxury car, because that trunk space seems to really come in handy for him.

Smee bondage and whump, if anyone’s into that ;)

Oh no, is this the episode with the Mogwai that isn’t actually a Mogwai, but I always think it’s a Mogwai because that’s the name that sticks in my head? I’m terrible at knowing which episode is which unless it’s cataloging Killian whump, then I know all. Anyway, this title card is kinda unimpressive.

Aww... It’s a funeral :( Sweet words from Snow, but I keep wondering who the poor sap is that’s actually buried in that coffin... and did they dig him/her up later and give them a proper burial under their own name? Or just figure, “Eh, that’ll do” and just forget about it?

I love how Pongo doesn’t actually seem sad, too. Easily ignored on first viewing, but on second viewing, he totally looks like, “Dudes... Why are we here?”

Mmm... I love it when Colin’s being aggressive and wicked <3

“I only have enough of this potion for one object.” And I don’t suppose you could, like, make more of it or anything XD This show is so silly sometimes.

Oh, it IS the Mogwai-that-isn’t-a-Mogwai episode. Know how I know? Here’s how I know: That’s the episode Belle makes this epic face in:

I feel you, Belle. I feel you.

Yaoguai. Yaoguai. NOT a Mogwai. Give me 20 minutes, it’ll be a Mogwai again.

“No man has been able to kill it.” Oh, I’ve heard THAT before.

La la la la la, Happy Day, Happy Morning, Happy Library.

OH SHIT, THERE’S A HOT PIRATE IN THE LIBRARY.

Aaaaaaaaaand there’s some improper usage of library resources. Incidentally, this is one of my favorite Hook bestings, because not everyone can say they were bested by a librarian with a cart of books.

Action Hook! Leaping and running...right into that door. Not his best moment. Oh, I know. Let’s hit the door. That should help. (Spoiler: It doesn’t.)

Umm... Convenient cell phone issues, ahoy! That’s always annoyed me.

“I trust you’ve seen one before.” Kinda snarky for someone setting out on a quest with the guy, I mean, at least try to make friends?

Nevermind, that dude’s an asshole. Although to be fair, she was rude first.

“It’s taken me weeks to track the Mogwai Yaoguai here.” “Yeah, I found it in a day.” Seriously, Belle? Seriously?! Tact.

‘I just can’t understand why people are being so mean to me...’

See, I don’t understand the convenient cell phone outage, when Gold’s just going to rush right over and find her and get the whole story from her anyway. Like, what purpose did that odd snafu cause? She could’ve just as easily gotten the message across on the phone or simply said, “Rumple! Help!” and explained more when he got there, and we wouldn’t have to suspend belief that her cell phone just mysteriously stopped getting reception right when she needed it.

Every time I watch this episode, they always leave out the best part.

“I managed to wrangle up a Pop Tart.” Emma, you culinary genius.

“No one is here.” “Yet.” FORESHADOWING!!!!

“This is really not your concern.” HE JUST STRAIGHT UP TRIED TO KILL HER, RUMPLE. I think that makes it her concern. “He attacked me. It most definitely is my concern.” See?! Even Belle agrees with me.

“She died. That’s all that matters.” Ummmmmmmmmm...

Surprisingly good plan, actually. And it makes sense how Smee would know all of this (although how he knew about the shawl is a mystery). I would’ve liked to have seen Smee and Hook reunite, though :(

Wow, Gold... Kinda being a major jerk right now. “How exactly are you gonna help me?!” I mean, it’s a valid question, but seriously. TACT, people.

“Promise me that you going after Hook is just about getting the shawl back.” AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA, no. Kudos to him for not lying here, though.

“Wait, you’re a-” “Yeah, I know.” Heehee! :D

Oh no, the Monkey’s Fist that launched a million headcanons...

To be real, I don’t really buy into the headcanons, since a Monkey’s Fist is a ridiculously common knot and one used as a counterweight on sailing vessels, but I’m always a fan of painful headcanons, so I like it, anyway.

That said, I don’t even know why it was necessary. I mean, he’s a pirate. Seems like a no-brainer that he might’ve come to this realm with, you know, a ship. It just seems like a convoluted way to have Belle be able to use her book smarts to solve a mystery that shouldn’t be a mystery at all.

Awww... Smee is cute as a rat :D

LOL, I love the way Belle walks with the gun, swinging it like it’s a handbag or something. Haha. Gun safety classes. Pronto.

See, now THAT was clever sleuthing, hearing the ship, seeing the birds landing on something that isn’t there... and especially tossing the sand.

Action Belle! Rescuing Archie! Woowoo!

...straight into dish drying. Seriously, the segues on this show...

Umm... Listening in on extensions isn’t really cool.

“How did he get in here?” He pushed the door right open. We watched him do it, like, 5 seconds ago. You didn’t lock the door, obviously. DON’T YOU KNOW YOU LIVE IN A TOWN WITH EVIL VILLAINS RUNNING AMOK? Although, to be fair, those villains aren’t the kind who let door locks stop them, so why bother... but then don’t act surprised when dogs push your front door open!

...Also, giving your kid a dog without asking the people you live with if that’s okay is also not cool. Just saying, haha.

You know, I’d question the likelihood of Hook hiding the key to a locked box literally right next to the box in question, but this is a man who also hid the Shears of Motherfucking Destiny in a tool box in the shed, so...

“That doesn’t belong to you.” Like that’s gonna work, haha.

I knew she shouldn’t have set the gun down.

“You are.” “Me?” Yes, you and your fantastic cleavage.

To his credit, he didn’t just blow her head off right here, when he easily could’ve.

Aaaaaand now it’s time for ridiculously sexual conversating.

Aw, random Millian feels T_T “Because she made it.” T_T

“Died. Like it was some kind of accident. Is that what he told you?” That really was a pretty massive whitewashing Rumple did right there.

“His heart is true... and yours? Yours is rotten.” Okay, Jan.

Heeeeeeeeeeey, that’s not Colin!

No matter what the occasion or the peril, it’s always a good time for puns.

HOOK WHUMP HOOK WHUMP HOOK WHUMP YAAAAAY

“You may want to turn away, Belle. This isn’t gonna be pretty.” I beg to differ. This scene is beautiful, actually. All kinds of blood and pain and wavering voices and begging for death and slapping and humiliation... Yum.

I did warn you guys there would be flailing.

WHY WOULD YOU CUT AWAY FROM THAT SCENE. THIS IS WHY THE MOGWAI ANGERS ME. DON’T CUT AWAY FROM HOOK WHUMP FOR SILLY MOGWAIS OR WHATEVER THEY ARE *flail*

Also, he should’ve been naked. I mean, it makes sense. And... naked.

“Do it! Do it! Kill me! He has to show you how powerful he is. Rip my heart out. Kill me like you did Milah, and then I’ll finally be reunited with her.”

THAT HURTS ME, GUYS. IT HURTS ME T_T My baby...

Rumple’s response makes me laugh every time, though.

‘I MEAN, COME ON, NOW I LITERALLY HAVE TO.’

Oh gods, guys, that slap is my favorite Hook slap ever. It’s just so patronizing and insulting and... AHH, I’M ALIVE.

...and that tiny smirk at the very end. Homeboy’s not done with yoooou :D

Domestic issues over house hunting in aisle three.

It’s really sad when little boys want to build armories to protect themselves from their Other Mom :( Seriously, show. That’s a low blow :(

Well, here we are... Late night drive... Five minutes left in the show... Not like anything much is gonna happen here...

Oh, a random flashback... Evil Queen capturing Belle... Nice, nice.

Only three minutes left now, awww, Gold can leave town <3

Two minutes left now, it’s not like they have time to- OH MY GOD

OH MY GOD SOMEONE SHOT BELLE

OH MY GOD HE LOOKS HOT BLOODY AND FIRING A GUN

“Oh, fear not, she’ll live. She’ll just have no idea who you are.” “What you’ve done cannot be undone!!!” “Well, now you finally know how it feels!” I love that exchange. Really and truly <3

Only one minute to go, there’s no way there could be any more unexpected twists or turns or - OH MY GOD IT’S A CAR

OH MY GOD LOOK AT RUMPLE MOVE

OH MY GOD HOOK GOT HIT BY THE CAR

OH MY GOD LOOK AT THAT FUCKER FLY!

OH MY GOD I THINK HE’S DEAD D:

(Spoiler Alert: He’s not dead.)

OH MY GOD THAT’S THE END

OH MY GOD PEW PEW PEW PEW

#OH MY GOD #2x11 #ouat rewatch #ouat liveblog #watching fairytales #oc #kw reviews

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