#but how miraculous is it when joy can touch your cold body and remind you that there is happiness to had

[celestialtitania]

dance with the devil (drink with the demons)

This was written for Cass for the Miraculous Fanworks Discord Server's Anniversary. Thank you to the amazing Duna for betaing. You can also read it on AO3.

Chat could feel his throat closing up as his eyes locked onto Ladybug and Hawkmoth. No, not just Hawkmoth, it was his Lady and his father who were standing there before him. He didn’t know what to think, what to feel anymore. His hands came up to grasp his hair as he struggled to stand; his knees quivering.

Dark spots flickered in his vision as he struggled for air. This can’t be happening, was the only thought running through his head. That was when he heard the voice invading his mind, taking control of his body in a way that left him feeling empty and miserable all at once.

“Chat Blanc, I'm giving you the infinite power of destruction! Together you and I will seize Ladybug's Miraculous and awaken your mother! Obey!”

Chat Blanc. That wasn’t his name. It wasn’t. He let out a low guttural scream, but the mention of his mother broke the little fight that remained within him. “I’m so sorry,” he managed to gasp out while looking Ladybug straight in the eyes before he let the wave of energy wash over him.

When he emerged from the darkness, not only did he look different but he also felt different. Nothing else seemed to matter to him anymore, except for this boiling anger growing within him.

“Adrien! Come back to me!” He could hear a sweet, feminine voice crying out.

“Go forth, Chat Blanc! Bring me the miraculous!” A deeper voice was ordering.

The two voices began to overlap with one another, while Chat Blanc did his best to tune them out. He could feel a ball of energy growing within the pits of his stomach. It made his hair stand up on end and the sun’s rays pierced his eyes sharper than before; his body’s way of begging for him to release the boost in power.

By this time, Hawkmoth and Ladybug had both come far too close to him for comfort. Chat Blanc growled at them, or tried to, what with his breaths coming out shallow. He could feel his heart pounding faster, the beat vibrating through his body. With the two of them this close, he could hear their shouts and commands better than ever, and their voices were grating his ears.

“Chat Blanc! Are you even listening to me?” Hawkmoth raised his cane and Chat Blanc lost it, flashes of memory reminding him of how he had been flung around with that cane, back when he wore that jet black suit. Ignoring Ladybug’s attempts at stopping them, he finally found his voice.

Gathering his anger and frustration, he hurled every last bit of power he could muster at Hawkmoth with Ladybug, unfortunately, getting caught in the blast. A flash of white light shot through the air, blinding Chat Blanc and preventing him from seeing the effects his powers had had. “There! Are you happy now?!” He roared as the dust began to settle.

He was ready to hit them with another Cataclysm if Hawkmoth hadn’t learned his lesson, but there was no one left to yell at. Everything had turned to ash.

Including Ladybug.

The silence brought Chat Blanc a sense of peace, he closed his eyes somewhat content.. His head had been pounding, and for the first time since the fight began, his mind felt his own.

He let himself fall backwards onto the cold hard cement and stared up at the sky. One hand stretched out upwards, laughter began to spill from his lips when he realized that the colour of the sky was the same white as his suit. The sound of his laughter rang so loud that it echoed, it was only when the first drop of ice-cold water touched him that he stopped, shocked into silence.

He had gone stiff and his posture was ramrod straight. It was as if the water had slapped all the joy out of him. He felt like a newborn kit, head swiveling this way and then that way, trying to understand what was going on.

The silence was deafening. His hands clenched and unclenched as he fell to his knees, the water’s coldness reaching all the way down to his bones as a wave of horror finally washed over him.

The once beautiful buildings of Paris were now standing in ruin. His Lady....oh kwamis, his Lady. She was nothing but an ash statue. And so was his father beside her.

“NO!” He yelled out, clamping his hands tightly over his ears trying to block out the memories. “I didn’t do this. I didn’t do this. I didn’t do this!” He chanted as if it were a mantra, rocking back and forth on his knees.

Suddenly an epiphany washed over him. It wasn’t his fault. It was Chat Blanc’s fault. And for him to be guilt-free there was only one thing he could do. He had to stop being Chat Blanc. No, not stop. He wasn’t Chat Blanc.

“My name is Chat Noir!” He shouted into the emptiness, his voice ringing with conviction. As the akuma came flying out of his bell, Chat closed his eyes tightly and let out a deep breath. He was free and had to make sure to stay that way.

Eyes still closed, he put his hands up in front of his face to make sure it would block his view of anything else. Summoning all of his courage, Chat slowly let his eyes flutter open. Immediately, he felt a surge of immense relief as soon as his eyes took in the sight of the jet-black gloves on his hands.

But he knew he couldn’t avoid seeing what had happened forever. Gritting his teeth, he let his hands curl into fists and lowered his arms. If seeing the results of his mass cataclysm as Chat Blanc had devastated him enough to give him his mind back, then seeing it as Chat Noir was haunting.

Tears pricked his eyes as he picked himself up, forcing himself to wade through the water towards his Lady. Hand shaking and teeth chattering, he reached out to touch her face. The ash began to crumble underneath his fingertips and he pulled back, a hand clamped to his mouth.

He felt like he was going to hurl; his head was spinning and there was a coldness within him that had nothing to do with the temperature of the water. What had he done

There had to be some way to fix this. He...he would do anything! He looked around frantically, hoping Master Fu would appear out of thin air. Or anyone really, just knowing he wasn’t alone would be the greatest help of all.

He bowed his head when his desperate search for another living soul came to an end. He shouldn’t be surprised. Perhaps it really was his destiny to be alone.

The worst part was that Chat was certain that there had to be some Miraculous that could help him fix this. His eyes widened when he realized what he was missing.

“That’s it! The earrings! If I turn into Mister Bug, I can fix everything!” Chat exclaimed to himself. He frantically turned back towards Ladybug only to see that the earrings had turned to ash just like the rest of her. The last vestiges of his hope withered away and he only barely managed to keep himself from collapsing beside her.

“I’m sorry,” he croaked out, his hand reaching out to her again, stopping inches away from her. “My Lady….no I don’t deserve to call you that anymore. Ladybug, Marinette, I am so sorry and even if you would have, I will never forgive myself for this.” Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes, but Chat didn’t feel as if he had the right to cry. Not when this was all his fault.

Chat could feel his lower lip quivering so he bit down on it to make it stop; the grip of his teeth was so strong, it drew blood, and yet, the trembling didn’t stop. As he tore his eyes away from her to let out a heartbroken sob, his gaze fell on the ash statue of his father. No, not his father. This was Hawkmoth. Hawkmoth who was keeping his mother in their basement.

A haze of red came over his eyes and he snapped his baton out. He had just begun to swing when something inside him brought him grinding to a halt.

“What am I doing?” He said throwing his baton away in disgust. Was he really about to smash the remains of his own father open like a pinata? No matter what Hawkmoth had done, Chat couldn’t do that.

He looked downwards, shame and disgust swirling in his chest when he noticed how high the water had come. It was already up to their waists, if he stayed here any longer, he would drown. Part of him didn’t want to move but taking one last look at Marinette, at his Ladybug, he knew he had to get to safety. Otherwise, she would never forgive him.

Screwing his eyes tightly shut, he turned and leapt onto the roof of a nearby somewhat-intact building. Landing safely, he had to take a deep breath to summon his courage before he looked out at the rest of Paris.

It was completely destroyed. Knowing he was safe and sound, while everyone else he had ever known was gone made bile rise in the back of his throat. He looked down at the ring on his right hand, its green pawprints staring back at him. He wanted to rip it off, he wasn’t worthy of carrying the miraculous anymore. The only thing stopping him was the idea of seeing Plagg,

Plagg hating him was something Chat wouldn’t be able to bear, no matter how deserved.

The lump in his throat had grown too big. The dam broke and the tears he was struggling to keep inside came flooding out. Despite no one else being around, he buried his face in his hands trying to contain his sobs. This was all his fault, he had no right to cry as if he were the victim.

He paused when he felt a strange vibration in the air. He looked up with burning eyes to see not one but three akuma butterflies fluttering towards him. Eyes widening, he fell backwards, scrambling to get away from them.

“Not again. I can’t! I won’t!” He was shaking with fear as he stubbornly shook his head, using his baton to try and wave them away from him. He swatted at one and ducked from another.

He was so busy avoiding the two in front of him that when the third went towards his tail, he didn’t even notice until it was too late. xXxXxXxxXxXxXxxXxXxXxxXxXxXxxXxXxXx

Chat Blanc giggled as he teeter-tottered on the edge of a rooftop. Behind him, was his army of butterflies. He struck a sudden pose and felt more than saw them change their position to match his. He turned around to take a long look at them, bouncing on the balls of his feet.

“I wonder if this is what Mr. Pigeon feels every time,” he mused idly. A butterfly beat its wings harder than before, making Chat Blanc smile.

“Don’t worry, Plagg. You’re much better than those winged monstrosities,” he reassured it. Another butterfly landed on him and Chat Blanc raised a claw to stroke its little head. “And you don’t need to be so jealous; Plagg, I love you too.”

He beamed at all the butterflies. There must have been at least thousands of them; his only friends. “Little kitty on a roof,” he hummed, walking over to stand in between all of his pretty butterflies. Plagg shifted on his fingers keeping any of the others from landing on him.

“Now, Plagg, there’s no need to be so jealous. I love all of you equally,” Chat Blanc scolded the little butterfly. Plagg used his antennae to push at his hand but allowed the others to slowly land on Chat Blanc.

Peace and tranquility. Chat Blanc couldn’t imagine anything better than being with his beloved Plaggs. That was when it happened. The vibrations of the air changed as something abruptly cut through it.

Chat Blanc’s eyes narrowed as he saw the red spinning top attached to a string. A yoyo, that was what it was. And it had captured a Plagg. He felt his anger mounting at the figure in red. It took another Plagg. And then another.

He snarled, unable to contain his hatred any longer. He waited for her to capture another Plagg before pouncing towards her. She jumped back before he could come in contact with her.

“Chat...what happened to you?”

“To me?” He clasped a hand to his heart. “Absolutely nothing! Unfortunately, we can’t say the same for you,” he almost purred at the end and swung his baton at her, intending to hurt her twice as badly as she must be hurting his poor Plaggs.

Sadly, she managed to duck just in time.

“Chat Noir! What are you doing?” She swiped her yoyo trying to capture another Plagg, but Chat Blanc dove in head first to protect the little butterfly.

“It’s Chat Blanc and I should be asking you that! What do you think you’re doing trying to hurt my Plaggs?!”

“Your Plaggs?” She echoed, staring at him incredulously.

“Yes! Mine! They’re all mine! You can’t take any more of them!” He swiped his baton at her but she managed to dodge every swing.

“Chat! Don’t you remember me, Kitty?” She pleaded, stubbornly dodging every attack he launched at her.

“No! And clearly you’re no one of importance! Nobody who hurts my Plaggs could ever matter to me!” He panted back, leaping towards the mystery girl. She was a better fighter than he’d expected though and in the process of trying to attack her, he lost his tail.

He watched aghast as she tore his tail to shreds. “Why would you do that?”

“I thought the akuma would be there,” she was frowning. Inexplicably, there was a twinge in his heart causing him to want to make her smile. He shook his head, what was wrong with him? Who ever wanted to make their enemy smile?

There was no doubt about the fact that she was most definitely his enemy either. Then where were these feelings coming from? His moment of hesitation caused him to lose his Plaggs. In one fell swoop, she had captured all of them in her yoyo.

When they were released, they were a pure white that was no different from the colour of his own suit. However, unlike before these butterflies had no interest in being around him. They abandoned him.

Chat Blanc let his paws curl into fists, feeling his claws digging into his skin, and bowed his head. “Everyone leaves me. They always leave me, but this time it’s all your fault.”

“What?” She asked, oh so innocently, as if she had no idea what she had done.

Painting a false smile on his face, he walked over to her. Her bluebell eyes looked at him hopefully, seeming to almost sparkle against her bright red mask. Chat Blanc dug his claws in deeper when the traitorous thought crossed his mind.

“You think you’re so clever, don’t you?” He asked her, tilting his head to take a proper look at her. She was so small and yet she was continuously evading him at every turn. Viciously gritting his teeth together, he silently promised he’d make her pay for everything.

“Just your akuma left and then everything can go back to normal!” She sounded so earnest. Chat Blanc found it disgusting, but he schooled his expression.

“Why don’t you come and get it?” He spread his arms invitingly. She let her eyes roam over him critically as if she were analyzing exactly where the akuma must be.

He waited patiently for her to step just a little closer. She took one step closer. Then another. And another. There.

He pounced, toppling her to the floor, both wrists clamped down tightly. “You stole my Plaggs! I’m going to destroy you,” he promised her, letting go of one hand to swipe his claws over her face. He hadn’t accounted for her to kick him sharply the very moment he let go.

He went rolling to the side and in the process, she managed to scoop up his baton and break it into two. She angrily threw it away when it too revealed no akuma. “I know you don’t remember me, but Kitty! It’s me! Ladybug! Your Lady!” She pleaded with him.

A series of images flashed through his brain, images that made no sense to him. Him in black, looking at her as if he cared about her. The very idea made him want to recoil, but when he looked at her, at Ladybug, something felt so right.

Ladybug raised her yoyo and called for a Lucky Charm. What appeared was a bright red rose with black polka dots.

Chat Blanc scoffed at her. “What use is a flower?” he taunted.

“More than you could ever know,” she answered softly, eyes trained on the conjured flower. “You want revenge? For your Plaggs? Nothing else?”

“That’s all I want,” he agreed coldly.

“Fine, do your worst,” she put the rose on the ground and stood back up to look at him. He crept towards her, avoiding looking into her eyes. There was something bewitching about those eyes and Chat Blanc couldn’t afford to get distracted again.

They walked towards each other and Chat Blanc let his power spark at his claws. This time he would win. There was no other option.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a spark of blue light. Fearing a trick, he turned around and Ladybug used the opportunity to tear his bell off his collar.

“No!” He shouted, involuntarily letting loose a cataclysm aimed straight at her. It caused an eruption of light and he instinctively looked away, hiding his face with his arm. As the light died down, he could feel the energy leave him.

He slowly lowered his arm, his jet black suit standing out against the whiteness of the flooded city. Dread filled his body as he whipped his head towards the spot where Ladybug had once stood. There was nothing there but a pile of ash. Even the akuma had been destroyed completely.

“No. No. NO!” He screamed over and over again, falling to his knees. “Not again. I can’t have….not again!” He was utterly useless, how could he have done something so awful. Again. Someone as careless and sensitive as him, someone unable to even keep an akuma at bay, didn’t deserve a Miraculous.

Didn’t deserve forgiveness. Didn’t even deserve to….his thoughts were cut off when a hand landed on his shoulder. He jumped up and whirled around, already hunching into himself.

Bunnyx.

“Did she call for a Lucky Charm?” The time-traveling hero asked urgently. Chat was too stunned to see her to do anything other than nod and point at the red rose that lay a few feet away.

It looked uncannily like the roses he used to give to her whenever he would confess his love to her. Clamping a hand over his mouth, he shakily fell back to the floor. Bunnyx paused beside the ash to scoop up two little beads, Chat hadn’t previously noticed.

They must be the Ladybug Miraculous, he realized as Bunnyx put them on and called for a unification.

“Buggy Bunny,” she winked at him before she grabbed the red rose his Lady had conjured. Chat walked towards the edge of a roof whilst shaking his head. What was he saying? His Lady? What a joke. He had no right to claim any relationship with her. He didn’t even deserve her, not that he ever had.

Buggy Bunny called for the Miraculous Ladybug and Chat watched how the city of Paris went back to its beautiful normal self. And yet, there was still no Ladybug.

Chat supposed even Ladybug’s magical Cure couldn’t fix everything.

That did it. He had made his decision and there was no going back now. Turning his back on the edge of the building, he put his right hand on his heart and closed his eyes with a sigh.

He took one step backward and let himself fall, the only word on his lips being “Cataclysm.”

The last thing he heard? Marinette. She was desperately yelling out his name, but all that he cared about was that this meant that she was okay. A genuine smile crossed his face before darkness was all he knew. xXxXxXxxXxXxXxxXxXxXxxXxXxXxxXxXxXx

Marinette fell to her knees in shock, unable to even cry with her throat having gone hoarse from yelling non-stop.

“What did he do?” she croaked out. “And why?”

She didn’t understand. None of this made any sense. Neither how it had happened, nor what had happened...afterwards.

“Mini Bug,” Bunnyx pulled her to her feet and pressed her Miraculous into her hands. “You should transform.”

“What use is there? Without him…” Marinette trailed off.

“Hope isn’t lost,” Bunnyx reminded her. “If we fix the timeline then this timeline will disappear along with everything that happened here.”

“How do I do that?” Marinette looked up at Bunnyx for any answer, for any semblance of hope. Bunnyx only gestured towards her Miraculous.

Silently, Marinette pulled them on and called for her transformation without a moment’s hesitation, being unwilling to talk to Tikki or look at her sympathetic expression.

“Lucky Charm!” She called once again and an eraser fell down, landing in her hands.

“An eraser?” Bunnyx questioned. “What were you doing right before I got you, Mini Bug?”

“I-I,” Marinette stammered, struggling to think. An eraser. Her mind was whirling, had she written something down? She couldn’t remember, frantically searching her mind.

Oh.

“I signed a gift to Adrien and left it there as Ladybug. How could that have led to…Chat Blanc?” she voiced the question softly. There was some connection to be made but she couldn’t think straight long enough to discover it.

Bunnyx shrugged. “Time is a fragile thing, Mini Bug. We never know what tiny decision can lead to something catastrophic.”

Marinette could only nod, memories of the awful fight flashing through her mind. “Could you drop me off ten minutes before you came to get me in the first place? It’s time for me to fix everything, once and for all.”

Bunnyx agreed without a moment’s hesitation, immediately opening up a portal. Marinette was about to jump in but she turned and took one last look at the edge of that cursed building.

As long as she was around, she would never let anything happen to Chat. That was her promise to her Kitty. Now and forever.

#ml #miraculous ladybug #chat blanc #cw mcd #tw suicice #ladynoir #adrinette #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #chat noir #gabriel agreste #hawkmoth #akumas #plagg #ml fic #my fic #bunnyx #ladybug

[mythicamagic]

“If i asked you to stay, would you?” Please ❤️

Decided to do a continuation of - this drunk Kagome prompt

Also, all prompts have been posted to Ao3, fanfiction.net and Dokuga if anyone wants to read them there ^^

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Inserting a spare key into the lock, Sesshoumaru casually let himself into Kagome’s apartment the next day around noon after hearing a loud groan answer his knock. 

Stepping over some discarded heels and shedding his human glamour mid-step, he found Kagome messily sprawled over her bed. 

Blue eyes cracked open, and she winced. 

“Sesshoumaru...I think I’m dying.”

“I did tell you to drink water before passing out,” he intoned flatly, lifting a bag of food from Zubway into view. 

Kagome groggily sat up, rubbing her head and sighing. “You did, huh? Was I really bad?”

“The usual amount of drunk, I’d say,” thin lips quirked as he left to grab some water, bringing a full glass back. 

Kagome accepted it, along with a painkiller. “Thank you so much. You’re the absolute best.”

Sesshoumaru’s golden eyes flickered. They strayed away, and he fell quiet as they both dug into their food. Kagome barely had the stomach for it, but forced herself to eat, knowing it would make her feel better in the long run. She managed half of her sandwich, before leaning back against her pillows with a hungover sigh. 

“You know...I think some things are coming back to me,” she mumbled, squinting. 

Sesshoumaru hummed, hardly expecting anything miraculous to be remembered. 

Kagome blanched after a moment, blue eyes widening. “D-did I...say something weird about your butt?”

A wicked smirk came to his lips, delighting in her humiliated whine of defeat. 

“Oh nooo- go on. Lay it on me.”

“This one seems to recall you wanting to bite my ‘cute butt.’”

“Nooooo!” she fell face first into her pillow, the noises coming out muffled. 

“And then you wished to lick me-”

The sounds of embarrassment rose higher. 

His tone dropped into a low whisper, “you also said that you loved me.”

Kagome’s head rose, fumbling with her dishevelled hair, “hm? What was that last one? Your voice was too quiet.”

“I said you wanted to lick honey from my person-”

“Nooooooooo!”

Smirking, Sesshoumaru rose from the bed to dispose of their trash, glancing at her rumpled form furtively from the corner of his eye. 

It was for the best. If she’d really meant it, then surely Kagome would’ve told him by now. The only reason he kept his own silence was because of how fragile it all felt. 

Because this- spending easy time with her- being her companion, all of it was more than enough. The inuyoukai had been alone for so many years, by design of course. Only a select few were permitted close.

Ultimately, his relationship with Kagome Higurashi was too precious to be mishandled. If he confronted her- only for the miko to become awkward around him, he couldn’t...take it. 

Sesshoumaru reached down, hooking his claws under the strap of her tight black dress that had slipped decadently off one shoulder, staring into her eyes- mascara smudged on her lashes. “You should change out of the clothes you wore last night,” he said softly.

Kagome blinked, reddening a little. Eventually she gave a nod, watching him walk to the threshold of her door. 

“Sesshoumaru?”

He paused, “hn?”

“Was there something else? Any other odd things I might’ve said?”

Turning to face her, he couldn’t quite keep the intrigue from his voice. “Such as?”

“...I dunno, but…” Kagome chewed on her bottom lip maddeningly. His chest flared, hunger rising in his throat. Fangs ached. She was such a tease- no- he shook himself firmly. 

“If any stuff I said when I was drunk made you uncomfortable, we could talk about that.”

“None of it made me uncomfortable.”

“I guess you are pretty difficult to embarrass,” she mumbled, bowing slightly. “But still, I’m sorry for any trouble I caused.”

Sesshoumaru smiled slightly, assuring her, before continuing out of the room. A sense of missed opportunity heavily pervaded the air as he let out a slow exhale, pinching the bridge of his nose. 

Foolishness.

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The next time she got drunk was strangely two nights later, which was very odd in itself. Kagome did not drink so frequently. 

And especially not alone. 

“Come overrr,” she’d slurred down the phone. “We can have a sleepover!”

Sesshoumaru’s claws bit into the leather of his armchair, considering this, “I do not think that wise-”

“I’m gonna run through the halls, naked~”

“I will be right there,” he grunted, hanging up.

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Her apartment lay on the fifth floor, and when Sesshoumaru reached her door, hearing nothing from inside- a sense of disquiet filled him with dread. 

Kagome was a happy drunk. She was a stupid fool who loved everyone and showered them with affection. 

Finding her inside sitting on the sofa- with the glassy look of unshed tears in her dark eyes, Sesshoumaru stopped and wondered how well he even knew her at all.

She collapsed into his arms the second he offered them. 

Making low noises of comfort, Sesshoumaru lifted the miko onto his lap, combing deadly claws through her hair. 

“What ails you?” he rumbled, kissing her behind the ear. He then winced, reminding himself not to take liberties with her person.

“I-I feel so happy,” Kagome sobbed, clinging tight around his shoulders.

Sesshoumaru blinked, rubbing her back in soothing circles using his large palm. “That is an issue?”

“It is!” she wailed, hiding her face. “B-because, I feel so guilty for it, all the time...all the time,” the words trailed off into a whisper.

“Why, miko?”

“Because I loved Inuyasha…and you’re his brother,” she breathed. “Because I miss my friends, but if someone asked me to give you up in order to see them again- I...I couldn't.”

Her grip tightened around him, shoulders shaking.

“And because -when we’re doing friend stuff, I don’t think of you as a friend- well I do-” she stumbled over her words. “Only I- I can’t help but hope for more. Wishing- and that’s not fair! It’s not fair to you! I never...thought I’d be happy again after the stupid bone well shut, but you fill me with...joy.”

Kagome stared at him suddenly, her face much too close. 

Before Sesshoumaru could react, or do much of anything since he was already rendered speechless by her chatter- she’d pressed her soft lips to his. The action sent him reeling. His attention focused razer sharp on the sensation- of the tight grip she kept on his clothes. How she trembled with want of him. 

Sesshoumaru inwardly purred, feeling a glow light up inside him.  He reached for her hair- before she abruptly pulled away. 

“And I just really think your butt is cute! I wanna grab it so bad that I feel like I’ve turned into Miroku! I-I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” he panted, a strange warmth dusting his cheeks. “Is this why you only tell me such things when you’re drunk? You’re too ashamed to say them in the cold light of day?”

“Guess so. You’re so smart,” she slurred, resting her cheek against his shoulder and tiredly booping his nose. “Love you.”

“Hn, so you have mentioned,” Sesshoumaru uttered, casting his frazzled mind back. “Many times.”

But now a sense of understanding filled his rattled senses, and his own fears were swiftly being laid to rest. 

Kagome hugged him tight, and Sesshoumaru returned it, cradling her close.

“If I asked you to stay, would you?” she murmured.

Midsummer eyes slid shut, confessing a very real truth. “I would do anything you asked of me, miko.”

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When Kagome rose that morning, clinging to his solid body tightly and lifting her head to meet his gaze, Sesshoumaru cupped her cheek. 

“Sesshoumaru, what-? Mmfh?!”

A warm mouth fiercely crashed into hers, arms wrapping around her. She tasted terrible, and the kiss was sloppy- not at all perfect. He adored it anyway the second she tentatively kissed back- touching his hair gingerly.

She’d been like him, he realised, purring with satisfaction as he deepened the kiss, hitching her thigh over his waist. Too afraid to pursue anything, for fear of harming what they had. 

Grabbing Kagome’s hand, Sesshoumaru forced it to the curve of his ass, permitting her to grope it. She could bite it if she wanted, he hardly cared. She squeaked, eliciting a devilish smile against her mouth.

He wanted to reassure her. He wanted her to know that she didn’t need to get drunk anymore to permit herself to love him. She could confess her deepest desires and he’d listen to each and every one.

Kissing her hard, Sesshoumaru inhaled her scent and dragged his lips across her cheek, hissing lowly in her ear;

“I love you too, foolish woman.”

#Sesskag #Sesshoumaru x Kagome #Asks

[kittinoir]

Joyeux Noelle

Happy Holidays! Please enjoy this fic that I wrote last year for the holidays, a Miraculous holiday-themed reveal fic I wrote right after I got totally sucked into this show and fandom.

“Bye bye, little butterfly.”

Chat Noir tilted his head back, watching the purified akuma flit away from the Eiffel tower into the snowy night. As he did, he caught sight of a glittering bush speckled with red berries hanging overhead. Fairy lights had been strung through it and they twinkled warmly against the velvet sky.

“Mistletoe,” he heard Ladybug murmur. He turned to see her gazing up at the same thing he had noticed, wistfulness clouding those blue eyes.

“You know, mistletoe can be deadly if you eat it,” Chat Noir said, stepping closer. He took one of her hands in his own, wishing more than anything the miraculous wasn’t between them right now, that he really could feel the warmth of her hand in his own. A little christmas miracle.

“A kiss can be even deadlier if you mean it.” Ladybug’s eyes flashed a warning, but she didn’t pull away or take off like she normally did. Hope flashed through him, stronger and more dangerous than he realized. Something in her eyes softened, and he froze as she leaned in. Without thinking, he wrapped an arm around her waist, enjoying the warmth of her body even in this freezing cold. Electricity seemed to sizzle across his skin as she pressed her lips against his cheek. Joy and disappointment crashed through him in equal parts.

She pulled back again as her earrings began to blink their final warning, and reluctantly he let her go. That age-old request was once again on the tip of his tongue, to beg her to stay, to break down this last wall between them, but for once, he stayed quiet. Maybe it was how sad she looked. Maybe it was because of the holidays. Maybe it was because he’d already received so much more than he could have hoped for tonight.

“Merry Christmas, m’lady,” he said instead, banishing the disappointment. She was more generous with him than he had any right to expect anyway.

“Merry Christmas, kitty,” she said. And then she was gone, swinging away into the night. Adrien watched her leave for a moment, wavering as he usually did, trying to imagine where she was going, picking out clues to who she was. He knew he shouldn’t, but he’d been doing it for so long now it was practically habit. Not that it mattered too much. There never seemed to be much of a pattern to where she went.

And tonight, not much of a point. Tonight, he had somewhere else to be.

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Marinette dropped into her bedroom, breathless. She was short on time - again. And it was all the cats’ fault.

“Tikki, spots off.”

Marinette was already pulling out her stash of macaroons from where she hid them in her room as her kwami reappeared, dazed. She always felt a little like she was over-using Tikki, but her kwami had always assured her it was part of the process. So Marinette made sure she was always stocked up with Tikki’s favourites, determined to make it as easy as possible.

“I wish getting ready for the dance could be as easy as becoming Ladybug,” Marinette joked as she dropped down from the loft to her room.

“If there was no challenge it wouldn’t be any fun,” Tikki teased around a bite of macaroon. “Besides, there’s something satisfying in seeing your own hard work pay off.”

“Tell me about it,” Marinette agreed as she eyed her mannequin in the corner. She’d been waiting for this night for months. The school held a winter wonderland formal every year right before holiday break, and every year, Marinette had designed a new dress to wear. This year had been a close call; between her duties as class representative and Ladybug, she’d been left with little time to design and even less time to create. The fact was she’d spent most nights the past week finishing up her dress instead of sleeping, a fact that was becoming increasingly obvious as she made more and more mistakes. Thankfully none of them had revealed anything too…cataclysmic.

But it was all worth it, because it meant that tonight she got to wear her finest creation yet. Featuring a full skirt created out of what felt like miles or glittering black tulle, it was almost too formal for the dance. The bodice was corseted with a sweetheart neckline, and a light pink sash at her waist broke up the otherwise dark gown. She’d decided to forgo a bow in the back; the disney vibes in her initial sketches had been just too strong. She’d thought about a colour palette more suited to the season, but these were her colours, and there had always been something enchanting about the contrast between black and pink.

“Better hurry, Marinette,” Tikki urged, derailing her train of thought. “Not much time left before the dance starts.”

Marinette didn’t bother checking the time before hurrying to her mirror to start on her make up. Not only was Tikki right, Marinette was usually late. Might as well get to it. “Let me know if my phone chimes!”

And in the end, she ended up being right on time. She’d decided to go simple with her look, leaving her hair down and styling it in easy curls, touching up the make up she was already wearing. She preferred to let her dress do the talking.

She was ready within half an hour.

“Ready, Tikki?”

The kwami smiled and sailed happily into a little pocket Marinette had designed for her, hidden in the folds of the tulle. Really, more dresses should come with pockets.

Marinette’s phone chimed just as she finished descending the stairs. This was it. All those sleepless nights had been leading up to this.

Marinette stopped to kiss her parents good bye and assure them she would be home by ten thirty before she slipped out of the bakery.

There, waiting at the curb, was Alya’s dad’s car. Nino and Alya were going to the dance together, but rather than leave her, her friend had suggested the three of them go together. Nino had tried to loop Adrien into their group, but Mr. Agreste had struck again: Adrien had a photoshoot for his dads’ new line and was expected to come straight home for a Chinese lesson directly after.

“Hey girl,” Alya exclaimed, fingering the tulle as Marinette slid into the car. “This dress is amazing! Your best one yet!”

“Off the hook, Marinette,” Nino agreed, giving her a thumbs up. Marinette couldn’t help a smile; she doubted Nino knew much about her design, but she really appreciated the support.

“Thank you,” Marinette giggled, but she couldn’t help the slight twinge of disappointment. If it really was her best work, the most important person was going to miss it.

She looked up just in time to see Alya elbow Nino in the ribs, knocking the air out of him with a whoosh. Marinette quirked an eyebrow, her Ladybug senses tingling.

“We have a surprise for you,” Alya admitted, her eyes darting between her and Nino. “But it’s a surprise, so you’ll have to wait til we get to the dance.”

Marinette’s palms instantly felt clammy. “Surprise? You know I don’t handle surprises well. What if I trip and fall? What if I trip and fall onto the buffet table? What if I trip and rip down the decorations?”

“Not even you’re that clumsy, Marinette,” Nino interjected. “You’ll like it, trust me.”

“He’s right,” Alya said as they pulled up to the hall. “Trust me.”

“Of course I am,” Nino said, stepping out of the car. “I’m always right.”

“I think always is a bit of a stretch,” Alya said as Nino helped her out of the car. “Remember when you thought Sabrina could be Ladybug?”

Marinette tripped over the hem of her dress as she stepped out of the car at the mention of her alter-ego. She may be getting her stammering under control around Adrien, but her secret coming up in conversation never failed to turn her into a gibbering puddle of pathetic excuses. Marinette felt a hand go under her arm, steadying her just as her lack of balance threatened to send her careening into the pavement.

“Careful, girl,” Alya said, helping her friend straighten up. She was beginning to look like maybe Marinette’s fears about her clumsiness hadn’t been totally unfounded.

“Thanks,” Marinette said as the three headed toward the hall. She didn’t miss the conspiratorial grin her friend and Nino shared and she felt her stomach clench. Whatever this surprise was, she hoped it didn’t include a spotlight. Or a speech. Or - god forbid - dancing.

“Amazing!” Alya exclaimed as the threesome stepped into the hall. Whoever had decorated had outdone themselves: soft white fairy lights were wound around the pillars in the room, giving the room a gentle low. Green boughs were draped off everything, and at the far end of the room stood a giant twinkling christmas tree.

“It’s beautiful,” Marinette said as she looked around the room, drinking in the warmth. She just wished it didn’t remind her of where she’d been an hour ago, and who she’d been with. Part of her couldn’t help but wonder if her kitty had someone to spend tonight with. A bigger part of her she didn’t care to listen to wondered which answer she would prefer.

“It is,” she heard Nino murmur beside her. She glanced over to see him gazing at Alya with a goofy smile. Marinette’s heart squeezed and she couldn’t help a smile at the warm moment. Setting them up had been an accident, but she was happy she’d found someone who adored her.

Come on, Marinette!” Alya squealed, breaking the moment. “It’s time for that surprise.”

Marinette giggled nervously as she and Nino followed Alya deeper into the room. Their classmates swirled around them, throwing out greetings and compliments as they passed.   Marinette let it wash over her, her earlier disappointment fading, enjoying the company of her friends, even paying Chloe a compliment on her dress until the crowd in front of them parted and suddenly she was standing in front of -

“Adrien?”

Marinette was so shocked her mind simply went blank at the sight of him not four feet away from her. He wasn’t supposed to be here. He wasn’t coming tonight.

“Marinette?” The sound of her name dispelled a bit of her surprise. That was definitely his voice.

“I thought…you had a shootphoto? I mean a picture shoot? I mean - ” So much for having her stammering under control. Maybe it was the suit; it was Gabriel’s brand, black with sharp lines that had been tailored to fit him perfectly. It was too much. She needed the messy hair and casual clothes to just look him in the eye. This was overwhelming.

“I did.” Marinette reached for that confidence she’d been beginning to feel around him as he stared at her. He was looking as stunned as she felt. “Father relented at the last minute. I, uh, think Nathalie spoke to him for me.”

“Oh, well, that was lucky,” Marinette said, rubbing the back of her neck. “I would’ve really missed you. I mean ‘we’! ‘We all would have missed you. Because the formal is always, aha, so much fun…”

“I would have hated to miss it,” Adrien said, but something about the way he said it made Marinette think that maybe he wasn’t really talking about the dance. “Dance with me?”

She’d been so shocked by his sudden appearance she hadn’t realized Alya had had her directly to the edge of the dance floor. A slow song had started and their classmates had all taken to the floor, spinning as gently as the snowflakes outside.

“Uh, Adrien - ”

“I remember,” Adrien said, holding out his hand to her. “I promise to keep you steady.”

She should say no. Between the heels and not being able to even see her feet beyond her skirt, it was bound to be a disaster. She knew she could and Adrien wouldn’t be hurt or take the rejection personally. And yet -

She trusted him to lead her through it. And more than that, she was tired of saying no, of missing out on opportunities to be with him when she had to be Ladybug, of choking on her little crush, of watching him slip through her fingers time and time again.

“Ok,” she said, placing her hand in his own. She let him lead her to the dance floor and take the lead, his arms warm around her waist. She hoped he couldn’t feel her heart pounding, close as they were.

“You look really beautiful tonight, Marinette,” Adrien said as they slowly spun. “Not that you don’t always look beautiful, you do, I just mean - wow.” Marinette glanced up, surprised. Was he stammering?

“Thank you, Adrien,” Marinette said, “I…” She trailed off as she caught the glittering mistletoe directly over their heads. Noticing her gaze, Adrien looked up and saw the decoration as well. Marinette felt him stiffen in surprise before he looked back down at her. Oh god, now he was going to think she was some crazy stalked who’d lured him out here to steal a kiss! She had to diffuse the situation, now.

“You know,” Marinette said, reaching for the first thing that came to mind, “Mistletoe can be deadly if you eat it.”

“A kiss can be even deadlier if you…mean it.” Adrien’s smile dropped as he looked down at her, the colour draining from his face.

Marinette froze. It was like being struck by lightning. Adrien. Adrien. Was. Chat Noir? Before she could even begin processing it, hundreds of images burst through her memory, every little coincidence she had somehow missed. His feather allergy. How he was always late, like her. How she never saw both of them at the same time, not really.

“…m’lady?”

Adrien’s voice broke the spell. She looked up, searching his face - those eyes! - suddenly afraid of the disappointment she was sure she’d find there. That his lady, his miraculous Ladybug, was just Marinette.

But…it was just the opposite. Marinette felt ever fibre of her being tingle in response to the way he was looking at her then. Like she put the stars in the sky every night and called for the sun every morning. Like every dream he’d ever had was coming true. Slowly, she nodded.

He abruptly pulled her back to him and continued their slow dance as though nothing had happened. To anyone watching, it may have appeared to be a small blip in their conversation instead of the life-altering revelation it had been.

“Marinette.” The way Adrien breathed her name made her shiver.

“I can’t believe it’s you,” she whispered. A thousand memories were crashing through her, lighting up as they fell into place.

She felt Adrien hesitate as they completed another rotation. “Are you disappointed?”

Marinette jerked back, and they stopped again as she peered up into his face. Worry and doubt coalesced there, and he wouldn’t meet her eyes.

“Disappointed?” Marinette shook her head in stunned disbelief. “How could I possibly be disappointed? Adrien, you’re…you’re everything to me. You’re my best friend, and the person I trust the most. You make being Ladybug so much easier than it is. Adrien, I love you.”

Marinette didn’t think he could be more surprised if Hawkmoth himself dropped in on them right then. “The other boy you like…is me? You love me?”

Marinette blushed but nodded, lacing her fingers through his. Those words she’d tried to say a dozen times and couldn’t seemed to come so easily to her now. Despite the secret she’d tried so hard to keep being from revealed, everything felt like it was finally falling into place. The warning bells she normally heard pealing had finally quieted.

Adrien reached up to cup her face face, so gently, as though he was afraid she might disappear if he moved too fast. He started to lean toward her, but as much as she didn’t want to, Marinette placed a hand on his chest to stop him. He stopped, his face open and wondering.

“You’ve been…clear about how you feel about Ladybug, but I’m - I’m just Marinette, and…I need to know how you feel about me before anything else happens. Because I don’t know if…” Marinette trailed off, the words getting stuck in her throat. To her eternal embarrassment, she felt tears stinging her eyes. She had wanted this for so long she was terrified to have it slip through her fingers again.

“Just Marinette?” Adrien shook his head, running a thumb along her cheekbone. “You’ve never been just Marinette to me. You’ve always been amazing as Ladybug, brave and smart, but knowing that it’s you… it just makes me love you more.”

Marinette couldn’t help the laugh that spilled out of her. “I..I love you, Adrien.”

He smiled down at her, wiping away the lone tear that slid down her cheek. “I love you, too, Marinette.”

This time she didn’t stop him as he kissed her.

She’d been expecting an explosion; wasn’t that how it was always described? Fireworks…

It wasn’t. It was…stillness. Like the world was holding its breath, afraid to disrupt the moment. Like they were the only two people in the room, like they’d never come up for air. It was as though everything else had ceased to exist, except for her, and Adrien, and the beating of his heart beneath her palm. Time itself had stopped.

Finally, Adrien, pulled back, but only far enough to rest his forehead against hers, his breathing as ragged as she imagined her own was.

“That was…” He seemed at a loss for words as he trailed off, gazing into her eyes. For once, Marinette didn’t have that problem, and readily finished his sentence, the one word she could think to sum it all up.

“Miraculous."

#writing #miraculoustalesofladybugandcatnoir #miraculous #miraculous ladybug

[for-ests]

Lost In Your Light: Peter Parker x Reader (Part 1)

Summary: Having the power of life and death at your fingertips seems useless when you can't save the ones you love. Y/N knows this all too well, struggling to keep her abilities a secret while helping everyone she can, in any way possible. 

[AU: SENIOR YEAR PETER PARKER] [MATURE CONTENT]

Word count: 2, 060

CASE FILE

Name: Y/N L/N

Age: 18. 

Gender: Female. 

Appearance: (Y/HC) (Y/EC) (Y/H) (Y/W)  

Mother: deceased 

Father: alive 

Emotional stability: unknown 

Abilities: FULL EXTENT UNDISCOVERED

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EXTRA INFORMATION: Little is know about natural Healing. Mutation is rare and few individuals have been found to have the ability.

Also called:

1. Regeneration

2. Power touch

3. Mend

4. Recovery

Basic Level: User can do anything that normal healing would do, simply accelerated.

Can heal minor wounds such as cuts, bruises and light burns. Recovering from minor to moderate blood loss. Critical wounds such as loss of limbs or damaged nerves and internal organs cannot be healed, but wounds can be closed. Cells that are fatally damaged, such as by burning, cannot be healed, resulting in permanent scarring.

Limitations: Healing may not be permanent.

May be limited to healing either oneself or others.

May only be able to heal non-fatal wounds.

May have limited range, including touch only

May be limited to healing only certain types of wounds or diseases.

May not work on permanent injuries or abnormal injuries that cannot be treated.

May not occur automatically, thus preventing the users from healing injuries by reflex.

May be painful for the recipient of the healing.

Side effects:

User may feel distracted, helpless, and desolate for short periods of time. Feeling as if they are searching for something they will never find.

User may experience blackouts when overworked.

User might fall ill after trying to heal something they can't.

User might die from fatigue.

User may not even know the power they are capable of.

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CHAPTER 01: LEFT IN THE SNOW

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The bright lights of Queens illuminated the water. Normally, the city would be buzzing with excitement, but all Y/N could hear were the waves crashing against the shore.

Her legs were hanging over the dock, feet swaying back and fourth as she mapped out which block to walk down. It was 2am, and she was shivering.

The nighttime breeze licked the waves, sending chills down her spine. Yet it didn't bother her, for she did this almost every night. In the exact same place, at the exact same time, where no one would be looking for her.

But doing what she did required her to renounce sleep and comfort. She sacrificed the little things to ensure the safety of others. She knew she was destined to do this, whether people recognized it or not.

Y/N pulled the scarf tighter around her neck and stood up. She tucked her phone inside her pocket and began to run. Her fingers tingled with warmth, knowing It was time. She could feel the helplessness drifting through the air.

The girl darted through the park and across the deserted street. Not even the police were patrolling at this hour. She was only able to escape because her father was a surgeon that worked late into the night.

After racing down a few blocks, she heard the first whimper echo through an alleyway. Turning sharply, Y/N turned down the street and hid, masked in the shadows.

She rested against the bricks, peaking around the corner to watch the situation unfold.

The sounds she heard were heartbreaking. With each kick, she could feel the dog’s life force fading into the abyss. The man who was kicking the animal relentlessly, laughed wickedly at its torment.

Y/N’s stomach wrenched when she noticed the infamous rose tattoo engraved on his forearm.

The Thorns were the city's leading gang in human sex trafficking and dog fighting. Queens was sadly known for the underground organizations. The two seemed completely different, but in this city, they went hand in hand. 

Each member had a rose and thorns tattooed visibly on their bodies for the public to see. And most of them watched dog fights for fun, not giving a damn what happened to the animals afterward. 

Y/N was the one who picked their bludgeoned bodies off the street.

She knew exactly how they did their business, in a back-end "spa" just a few blocks down. Everyone in the city knew it, even the police. But for some reason they turned a blind eye, which allowed for the actions this man was committing to unfold.

The girl was infuriated. The man was holding a beer bottle, pausing every few seconds to take a swig.

"Useless." He muttered before tipping the bottom up and finishing it off. "You made me lose hundreds--"

In the blink of an eye, his foot slammed against the dog's chest. Lelia barely had a moment to process what was happening.

The animal fell back with a cry, and this time it stayed down.

The girl winced, knowing if he kicked the dog again, that it would fall past the point of regeneration. She covered her mouth as blood started to drip onto the pavement.

Y/N was ready to step in, her heart hammering in her chest.

But the man seemed to be finished, satisfied with the damage he inflicted on the already helpless creature. He tossed his beer bottle into a pile of snow, turning on his heels. He walked towards her, flexing his hand. She could see it was already bruising.

She moved backwards into the darkness, not wanting to be seen.

Unfortunately for her, she wasn't aware of the snow bank behind her. Y/N's heel crunched loudly as her weight shifted. She swallowed hard after the man's footsteps halted.

"Who's there?" He grunted, the tone in his voice hinting at his intoxication. She clenched her fists, hoping she would stand a chance against this villain. Usually she was able to avoid this kind of confrontation, but tonight something seemed off. There was an unfamiliar malice hanging in the air. 

Her eyes widened as the man turned the corner, becoming visible under the lamplight. From that angle, she was completely exposed. She cursed under her breath, there was no use hiding anymore.

Y/N walked out from the shadows, trying to keep her cool and remind herself there was a life on the line. She couldn't let the dog die.

"Who the hell are you?" He looked disgusted, eyes narrowing at Y/N as she moved towards the alley. "Were you watching me?"

"Don't mind me." She pleaded, pulling up her hood to cover her face. "I wont tell anyone, just keep walking."

But fate had other plans. She knew she was asking too much of a criminal, for their code was unbreakable.

The man advanced quickly, and Y/N barely dodged his grip. She backed up in surprise, holding her stance with shaking legs. She was zero percent confident in her combat skills.

"Don't touch me!" She managed to hiss.

The stranger looked at her menacingly. She could tell he didn't like to be ordered around by a female.

"You shouldn't be in this part of town." He growled, a smirk appearing on his face shortly after the sentence was uttered. He rolled up his sweatshirt sleeves, trying to intimidate her. This was his territory.

Y/N's adrenaline started to pump wildly, she was frightened beyond belief. "Stay away.." She warned one last time, planting her feet down, ready for any punch he was about to throw at her. Y/N may not be good in combat, but she knew enough to defend herself. Wandering around New York this late at night, she was bound to run into people like him. She would be an idiot to not be prepared.

But of course he didn't listen, and instead, flung his fist directly at her face.

She ducked miraculously, watching him stumble to the side from his drunkenness. She used the split second of exposure to uppercut his jaw.

His head jerked back, and he crumpled to the ground. The stranger groaned loudly, his jaw knocked out of place.

Y/N breathed heavily, gritting her teeth as pain seared across her hand. She used the other to quickly relieve herself from the discomfort. Flexing it again for confirmation, she managed to smile. One perk of her strange ability was that she had the advantage to mend her wounds. 

She turned her attention back to the man. He was on his hands and knees, beginning to push himself up from the ground. Y/N raised her foot and cracked it down on the top of his head as hard as she could.

He fell back to the pavement, knocked out cold. She hated to inflict pain on others, but it wasn't like this man had any reminisce of good inside him. She knew exactly what he was apart of, and what he would do to her if he could. 

Y/N jumped over his limp body and rushed over to the injured animal.

The grey pit bull was in the same position the man had left it. It was still breathing, but barely. She might be too late.

"No... stay with me..." She reached her hands out and pressed them softly against its chest. Her hopes lifted as the pulse began to beat harder in response to her touch. Y/N slipped her bag off her shoulders and set the bag beside her. It was loaded with medical equipment, just in case she wasn't strong enough.

The girl rested her hands back onto the pit bull, and they burned as she closed her eyes. She poured all her emotions into the regeneration, gasping loudly as a current of power surged through her. It was indescribable. Her arms were shaking as the same pale, golden light, swirled in and around the wounds, assisting her in the healing process. She could sense the bones mending, and the muscles rejuvenating. Joy pulsed through her veins at this achievement, she was only able to create this level of mending two other times before.

But soon, the power was too much too handle, and Y/N started to feel exhausted. Sweat dripped along her forehead despite the chilling temperature. The girl worked flawlessly, running her fingers gently along the last few cuts, closing them with little effort.

She slumped forward in fatigue, the golden light vanishing into thin air.

And the alley was dark again. She took the pain away.

On her knees, the girl held her hands in front of her. She was shocked by the improvement. Normally, she couldn't completely heal internal wounds, but she felt it happen.

Ecstatic, Y/N glanced down at the animal. She examined it with an intense gaze, noticing that its ear was still gone. It looked like it had been bitten off previously.

Shuddering, she thumbed over the scar, knowing this dog was involved in a fighting ring.

She held the rest of its ear between her fingertips, wishing she could heal it permanently, but that idea was far fetched. She wasn't that powerful, and would probably never be.

"I’m sorry this happened to you." She whispered softly, her breath misting into the cold winter air. No animal deserved this kind of treatment.

The dog stirred, eyes suddenly snapping open. 

Y/N jumped back in defense, still on alert from the previous attack.

Her body was tense as she watched the dog slowly lift itself off the ground, still in a daze from the near death experience.

"It's okay." She smiled, relaxing her shoulders when she realized the dog meant her no harm. She wondered if it was smart enough to comprehend that she was the one who saved it.

Y/N bent back down to the dog’s level, and pulled out a collar and leash. "I wish I could do more for you." She sighed, knowing the shelter was the last place this poor animal deserved to go. She wished she could take it home with her, but that would be impossible. Her father would never allow it.

Standing to her full height, Y/N turned to check on the intoxicated man. He was still unconscious, and she intended to keep it that way. "Let's go." She urged the dog.

Each second she spent there was unsettling. 

Y/N and the pit bull walked together in a respectable silence until they reached the animal shelter. She gently coaxed the animal inside the rescue enclosure, leaving the leash and collar with it. She quickly scribbled a note and left it on the box.

The people who worked at this shelter must recognize her handwriting by now, regarding the dozen of other dogs she had left inside. Y/N smiled sadly at the thought, hoping she was making an actual difference, hoping each dog she saved had found the loving home it deserved. 

The girl really did feel guilty for leaving it alone, but that was also part of the job. She couldn't take every animal she saved home.

"You'll have a better chance at life here." She smiled sadly, scratching it's head lovingly. "You just have to be nice, promise me that okay?"

She held her hand out and the dog licked her. She took it as a thank you.

Y/N stared up at the sky, exhaling loudly as she noticed the sun peaking over the horizon.

Her father would be home soon, and if she wasn't asleep by then... well, let's just say that wouldn't be good.

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thank you for reading if you did! This will be a 12 part series so let me know if you’d like to be apart of a tag list! 

#peter parker x reader #peter parker #peter parker fanfiction #marvel #peter parker imagine

[munrabazu]

Storm.

Been feelin’ *whip* BAD for a long while now and sat in the storm for hours today just to feel... something, for at least a little bit. So I wrote a piece about the storm that was supposed to, mmm, be uplifting? I guess? A bit? So I’m sharing it here

Has one ever stopped to wonder about the storm?

The clouds, the dark, the cold, wind, and rain. It does inexplainable things to the soul—good things—things that comfort and start to make you feel alive.

Goosebumps spread across the skin as the icy wind enwraps you like a thin blanket, the rain acting as calming rhythms; Breathe in, breathe out. The drops will set your pace and fill your ears with a soft melody to prepare for the true concert.

Aren’t the clouds comforting? Different shades of grey stacked against each other paint such a beautiful picture—it's hard to recreate such a fluffy sight—isn't it sort of irritating, though? How does one get so beautiful? Jealousy sets in, subtle, as the comfort of the dark is much stronger than something as trivial as jealousy; Yes, the dark feels like home—it encourages the cold, and you, as well—to live in peace, feel at home, and simply exist in a world so mean. One has no need to fear what’s in the dark as the dark is reserved for your safety, and your safety alone. The clouds move in to warn others to hide, to rest, to stay within their own realms, all so you can have one place—one moment—in which you can simply exist without responsibility.

Have you noticed the rain isn’t truly wet? Logically, it is seeing as it’s water which, in turn, causes things to be wet—but you never seem to feel it? It simply feels like gentle tapping against your body—the droplets simply settling on the surface of your hair, skin and clothes yet leaving no real lingering feeling behind.

It’s good—no lingering feelings. Letting go of all that haunts you and twists your heart so tightly you’re unable to breathe; The rain will hold you in the moon’s stead.  

The impurity of sins washes away beneath the rain—any impure thoughts, feelings, hatred and sorrow find their way out of your soul when standing beneath the clouds. You’ll feel empty—it's good; Empty isn’t always a negative emotion, sometimes it’s welcomed as a clean canvas so the rain can paint masterpieces against your skin.

Emptiness doesn’t last forever, though.  

It starts out small, distant, a sound that’s hard to pick up on until it finds its way to you. Boom—it's such a deep, rumbling sound that resonates deep within and rings through your ears just enough to make them tinkle once it’s right above you. Your heartbeat quickens, but falls on deaf ears as your very being shudders with the sounds of drums crashing around you; It feels like home—it's got a thrill and rushes the adrenaline but your soul feels the beats as a welcoming hug—the rest of your body relaxes to the lulling feeling.  

A flash in the sky—a crack of a whip.  

It’s so beautiful. The strike of lighting is nothing short of miraculous. A gorgeous white, a hint of purple, the aura of blue—some are long, some short, some branch off in multiple directions and are so bright they leave behind extra flashes when you close your eyes. They’re electrifying—quite literally—they make your hair stand on end and your chest feels tight in the good kind of way. You start to feel jittery, watching, waiting, hoping to see such beauty again and again, never really getting your fill.  

It brings such a smile to your face. The corners of your lips tug in the gentlest of ways, your crooked smile resembling the streaks in the sky—perfect in every unique way. A touch of blush across your cheeks as you truly get lasting joy that grows with each flash of light—the shy way you lean against your hand to watch with more comfort—it's all just as beautiful as the brilliant shocks the clouds have provided.

And your eyes—god, your eyes. They shine with such love and happiness, gloss over with pure innocence and appreciation, and only seem to grow more and more gorgeous as the lightning reflects off of them. They’re beautiful, your eyes, and they rival the very picture in the sky. They widen ever so slightly the moment you hear the crack, and rest gently once the clouds return to their dark state; Your eyes resemble the sky in such a way, do they not? They’re clouded by your emotions and turn towards a downcast image once the sky clears up, the sun burning at your skin to remind you of the pain—but the light that shines in your eyes once you’re sparked by love is so bright, quick, electric on your darkest days—it's always worth it in the end.

Your eyes are the painted canvas in which the storm resembles; Baited emotions hide behind them all, but the heavy clouds in them rest as a base—the lightning flashes as quick and bright as your smile, the rain falls between both hurt and relieved tears, and the thunder lies within your heart.  

You’re hurt, as one tends to be once the world crashes around them, but you are in no way broken. A canvas ripped at the seams—but a masterpiece nonetheless, as the storm above you rages on, the one in your very soul will do the same.

The storm is not something to be afraid of—it's beautiful, loving, and serves as a resting point for your weary heart.  

A visit from a storm is a sign, a warning, a hope, that you give yourself a break, and allow yourself to touch up the cracked paint of your masterpiece.

The storm is so beautiful—in no way warm, but oh so very comforting; The storm is a reflection of you—your worries, your need for peace, your beauty and your everlasting love.

Take a breath. Watch the lights. Feel the rain. Hear the sounds.

Just take the moment to realize that you exist. That you’re loved. That you’re so beautifully unique and quite literally strike joy in the eyes of others.

Just... be.

#four speaks to the moon ☆ #thats my writing tag here right?? #nothings really negative here so im not gonna tag it #i mean its a bit but really not much #its meant more to be..... nicer #so yeah idk i just like sharing

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Adrinette April -30- Rewrite

@adrinetteapril

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(Whew, we made it! Sorry this one is so long. I actually had to cut it down a lot. I may turn the rest into a sequel, but... we’ll see. I have a lot of WIPs already. Many thanks to the mods who made this month possible and a special shoutout to @bingespammy , who asked me for a Ladybug who willingly worked with Hawkmoth, waaay back when.)

Chapter 30 - Rewrite

Adrien felt Marinette gasp and shift in his grip, but he didn’t dare take his eyes off his father. He simply held her tighter.

Don’t move, he pleaded with her silently. I’ll figure a way out of this, I swear…. Just don’t hurt yourself more….

“Adrien,” she whispered breathlessly, grabbing his hand and holding it tight. “I’m… going to do… what I should’ve done… a long time ago… and trust you.” Adrien looked at her wildly, belatedly realizing she was pressing two small, hard objects into his palm.

“No,” he whispered back, eyes wide with horror.

She smiled at him. “My kitty… you’ve always been… my hero. I know…,” she started coughing. Adrien panicked. It wasn’t supposed to be red! Spit wasn’t supposed to be red!!

“Marinette!” he cried.

She gripped his arm with her last bit of strength. “Do the right thing,” she ground out, forcing herself to keep going. “I won’t… be used by him anymore! Don’t make my mistake and be selfish!”

She gasped and winced, curling in on herself.

“Adrien—Adrien, I’m cold,” she whimpered. He pulled her tight against him.

“Open the door, please!” he begged his father.

“And miss this touching display?” Gabriel sneered. “You know the price.”

Adrien opened his hand. Sure enough, a pair of earrings sat there, right beside the ring on his finger.

Marinette went limp in his arms.

He bit back a cry. None of his tears would sway this man… but maybe, if his mother….

“There they are,” Gabriel hissed with satisfaction. Adrien closed his hand, just before his father could snatch the jewels. Maybe, they could negotiate… would it really be so bad, if they had Mom and Marinette back?

“Give them to me!” his father snarled, grabbing his son’s hand and attempting to force it open.

Don’t make my mistake, Marinette had said.

Do the right thing.

I trust you.

Adrien swallowed and kept his hand firmly closed against his father’s efforts.

“Tikki, Plagg,” he said, remembering the words his kwami had taught him for a ridiculous amount of cheese. “Let the power come; I will command. Transform me.”

He’d once asked Ladybug what it felt like when she transformed. She’d said it felt like a warm hug, mixed with a soft breeze. His own transformation felt like static crackling down each of his limbs. Not unpleasant; more like a jolt of energy followed by the security of his armor encasing him.

This was nothing like that.

This was light and darkness crashing together. Heat and cold mixing and twining within his body. This was a howling wind, and the certain, horrible knowledge of the silence that followed. Gravity no longer held him down, and he released Marinette’s body to fall gently to the floor. The form was familiar and beloved, but Marinette was no longer there. He knew this now with absolute certainty.

“Adrien! Adrien, my son! Look at you!” a voice called in awe. “I’m so proud!”

He turned his head. Ah, yes. The one he called father. The older man was staring up at him in joy, tears streaming down his face.

“Good, Good, my son!” Gabriel called. “Now, wish for your mother back! Say the words!”

“No.”

“What?” his father’s eyes widened in shock. “Adrien—”

“I do not wish for that. I reject it. I refuse it. I CAST IT AWAY.”

His father gasped. Obviously, the weight of what Adrien had just done was not lost on him. Now, his mother could never come back. Still, Adrien narrowed his eyes.

“Mother?” he called. His father had done something, he could sense it. Ah, there it was. He’d tied her soul here, with her body. A simple spell. And one Adrien broke easily.

“Emilie Agreste,” he called again.

She appeared before him, as he always known her; strong and beautiful, but with a lingering sadness.

“Rest in peace, Mother,” Adrien said. “I love you. I release you.”

“NO!” his father cried as his mother beamed at him and disappeared. “What have you done?!”

She is no longer yours, Adrien thought. He didn’t dare say it out loud. His words carried power right now. Who knew what would happen if he said something careless? He gulped as he felt the pressure of the power in him as steady as ever.

“Plagg? Tikki?” he called. Instantly, they appeared before him.

And… just out of sight, he sensed more kwamis. No sooner had he thought about them, then they were there. Dozens—no, hundreds—of tiny sprites, of all shapes and colors. Their eyes fixed on him with big, welcoming smiles on their faces.

It was a bit overwhelming.

“That didn’t count as the wish, did it,” he said, focusing on the two kwamis he knew best.

Tikki and Plagg shook their heads.

“Low-level exorcism,” Plagg drawled. “Anybody could do it. Hardly worthy of a ‘miracle.’”

Adrien licked his lips as the pressure around him continued to build.

The knowledge that he could do anything.

Literally, anything.

It sounded cool, but in reality, it was terrifying.

“I hate this power,” he choked out.

“All the best ones do,” Tikki laughed.

“You gotta make a wish, kid,” Plagg reminded him. “Either you command, or the power will consume you.”

Adrien nodded. Plagg had been very specific about that when he’d explained before. He looked down at Marinette’s body.

He could do it.

He had the power.

But… if he did… someone else would die.

‘Do the right thing.’ She’d asked of him. And the very last thing he wanted to do was let his Lady down.

He couldn’t. It broke his heart, but he couldn’t.

Instead, he looked out at the sea of kwamis.

“The Miraculous were made for the betterment and aid of all mankind,” he said. “So shall it be, now and always.”

“Now and always,” the kwamis chanted back at him.

For a moment, Adrien focused on Nooroo, the tiny kwami’s eyes shining with hope. The right thing. For everyone.

“I wish… for a rewrite,” Adrien said, looking at Tikki and Plagg to make sure he was phrasing it right. “Turn back time,” he ordered. “Back before Hawkmoth’s first akuma.”

He bit back the pain as he realized everything that included.

“Let my friends forget about me,” he said tearfully, silently bidding them goodbye, “if it means forgetting about the evil that invaded their lives.” He nodded, resolute. “For them and everyone else affected by that misused power.”

“TURN BACK TIME,” he called into the void. “Let us try again. Except—” He looked at his father, who was frozen with rage and disbelief. “—except for him,” he amended. “Don’t let him forget all the pain and suffering he’s caused. In fact, give him the memories of his former victims, so he knows exactly how they felt when he took advantage of them!”

His father’s eyes widened.

“This is my wish,” Adrien said. “To pay for it, I offer everything I am, up to and including my life. So mote it be.”

“So mote it be,” Tikki and Plagg repeated, bowing their heads. Adrien gasped in relief as he felt the power inside him lift and go to work.

The world started spinning around them, colors blending into one.

“Wait,” Adrien called, looking at Plagg and Tikki pleadingly. “Can I just hold her one more time??” he begged.

“She’s gone. And time has already started turning,” Tikki said, shaking her head and giving him a sad smile. “But you should know she’d be proud of you!”

“And we’re proud of you too, kid!” Plagg called, grinning at him.

“Thanks, Plagg,” Adrien called back. It was getting hard to see or talk in the roaring wind around them. And he was starting to get swept up in it. “I guess I owe you more camembert!”

“I’ll hold you to that!!”

But I don’t think I can get it in the afterlife, Adrien thought ruefully, finally surrendering himself to the pull of the storm.

He landed on his butt in the middle of the entryway of his house, right back where’d started.

WHAT.

Adrien looked around in bewilderment. What the—he wasn’t supposed to be here! He’d offered his life for that wish! Shouldn’t he be dead? Had it not worked??

Marinette wasn’t here. There was no puddle of blood… (thank God). He looked down at his hands. His ring and the earrings were gone too.

“I think Adrien’s snuck out to try to go to that school he mentioned last week!” he heard Nathalie’s voice coming from his bedroom. “Today’s the first day—oh, sir, you’re both here! Sir?” She faltered, skidding to a stop as she and the Gorilla ran out of his bedroom, obviously to go hunt a certain teenager down.

Adrien’s breath caught.

The first day of school. Stoneheart! The first akuma hadn’t happened yet! His wish had worked!!

He looked over at where Nathalie had directed her last statement. There was his father.

Gabriel Agreste had fallen to his knees, eyes glazed over and a look of horror on his face.

Adrien winced. Ok, maybe giving the man the negative emotions of some 50+ people hadn’t been the best thing to do.

A glint of purple caught his eye and he blinked in shock. Nooroo? What??

Oh, shit!!

All the ultimate power in the universe, and he’d forgotten to take his father’s Miraculous away!!

“YOU!!” Gabriel snarled, focusing on him. He’d broken out of his shock. And judging from the wild look on his face, all those extra emotions had tipped him off the edge. He lunged at his son.

Adrien let him come. He was gonna have exactly one chance at this! He ducked under his father’s attempt to grab his neck and, instead of dodging away, reached for his father’s tie. THERE! IT HAD TO BE THERE!!

Sure enough, his hand closed around something small and hard underneath the fabric. He gripped it with all his might. Gabriel grabbed his arm, trying to force it away from him, while his other hand finally found Adrien’s neck.

“I’ll kill you!” he raged, tightening his grip painfully. Adrien grit his teeth and refused to let go of the Miraculous, even as they tumbled to the floor together. “I’LL KILL YOU!!”

“SIR!!” Nathalie was shrieking.

“NATHALIE, HELP!!” Adrien screamed. “HE’S GONE CRAZY!! HE’S TRYING TO KILL ME!!”

It took both Nathalie and the Gorilla to get his father off him, and even then, Gabriel kept such a tight grip on his arm that Adrien heard something crack! He cried out in pain, but stubbornly kept a grip on the Butterfly Miraculous, transferring it to his other hand as soon as he could, and quietly slipping it in his pocket in all the chaos. Relief washed over him when Nooroo darted inside his jacket.

In the end, the Gorilla had to sit on his father to keep him there until the police arrived. Adrien had managed to warn Nathalie about the taser and remote, and she’d calmly emptied his father’s pockets while the man snarled and cursed at her.

It was mostly incoherent babblings of rage at this point, anyway. Especially whenever he caught a glimpse of Adrien.

When the police got there, it didn’t take much to concoct a story.

Adrien simply looked at them and burst into tears. “I just wanted to go to school with everyone else!!” After that, the story wrote itself. He showed them his arm (he was pretty sure it was broken), Nathalie explained how she’d witnessed Gabriel snap and attack his own son (the Gorilla corroborated her story), and his father was now babbling about magical ladybugs and his dead wife coming back to life.

The officers quickly carted him off, shooting Adrien sympathetic looks.

Epilogue

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Nathalie asked as they sat in the car in front of the school.

“What else am I supposed to do?” Adrien asked with a wry grin. “I can’t sit at home and mope about this.” He indicated his arm.

“Hmm,” Nathalie said.

Nobody had told him, so he wasn’t supposed to know, but the police had found his father’s Evil Villain Lair™, complete with shrine and undeclared-dead-body of his wife. They were now searching the whole property from top to bottom, tentatively labelling his father a potential terrorist threat.

Adrien didn’t care. When they had found the vault, they never knew it was already short a Peacock Miraculous and sacred book. Those items had been returned to Master Fu last night, with the help of Nooroo, who was more than happy to be on the side of good once more.

The old man had been very surprised to see him, having just been out looking that very day for suitable Ladybug and Chat Noir candidates to combat Hawkmoth. Luckily, nothing had happened to warrant delivering the Miraculouses.

Honestly, Adrien was mostly just happy to hear that Marinette was alive and well (and made excellent macaroons!). He’d spent a lot of time last night with Master Fu, who was very interested in his story, including the wish, and was able to answer some of the many questions Adrien had as well.

Apparently, he’d kept his memories because he’d cursed his father into keeping his memories as well. The universe had to be kept in balance, the old master had insisted. He was lucky enough that it had taken him at his word as far as offering his life. When Adrien had expressed confusion at this, Master Fu had outright laughed.

“You offered your life, Adrien,” he had said, his eyes twinkling. “Your life. Not your death. Therefore, you must live your life, serving to protect the balance of the universe.

“I never thought I’d see the day when I could pass on the secrets of the Guardians,” he’d added, looking at the book fondly. “And just when I start to realize how old I’ve truly gotten, the universe sends me you.”

“Me?!” Adrien had exclaimed. “You want me to be the next Guardian?? No offense, but I think I’m a bit biased against giving people magical powers!”

“I believe you’ve already signed up for the job,” Master Fu had said, winking. “Don’t worry. I’ve still got a lot of life left in these old limbs. We’ll take it slow.”

“Adrien?” Nathalie called, shaking him out of his thoughts. He blinked at her and she nodded towards the school. “You’re going to be late.”

“Oh, right, thanks!” he grabbed the umbrella he’d insisted they bring and stepped out of the car. No matter if the weatherman only said 50% chance of rain. Today was the second day of school. He knew.

Or, at least he hoped, he corrected himself as his eyes landed on the bakery across the street.

Would they be able to forge even a shadow of the same bond they’d had before? Would she be the same? Would he be the same??

Breathe, Adrien, he reminded himself. You’ll see her soon enough. Ugh, the gum incident! He was gonna have to think up a better way to handle that—

“Look out!” a familiar voice cried. Adrien spun just in time to see a head of midnight hair crash into him. They both went tumbling to the ground.

“Ouch!” she cried. “OMG, I’m so sorry—EEK!” she screamed as she got a good look at him. And his cast. “I BROKE YOUR ARM!! I’M SO, SO SORRY!!”

“No, it’s okay!” Adrien laughed. “I actually got this yesterday. It’s not your fault.”

Marinette breathed a sigh of relief. “Still, I’m so sorry,” she said, helping him to his feet. He hung his umbrella on his cast so he’d have a hand free. “I wasn’t looking where I was going and—hey, have I seen you somewhere before??”

“Maybe,” he grinned. She frowned at him, confused.

Damn, no memories. Oh well. Can’t have everything.

“You might’ve seen me around town,” he suggested. “I’m told I have one of those faces.” He nodded towards the large ad outside the school, currently plastered with his modelling photo. It took a few moments for Marinette to get it, and once she did, she glared at him.

“You could’ve just said you’re a model,” she grumbled.

“Ah, but this way’s so much more fun!” he said, shooting her a wink. The expression on her face was so much like Ladybug that he was having a hard time not bursting out laughing.

“Hmph. I bet you think you’re hot stuff, huh?” she snarked.

“Ehh, I’m more of a cool cat, but you said it, not me, purrincess!” he grinned, waggling his eyebrows.

Marinette raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. Time to backtrack.

“I’m Adrien,” he said, offering his good hand.

She took it, still looking doubtful. “Marinette. Are you new here?”

“Yup! Today’s my very first day! I hope we can be friends.”

“Hmm, horrible puns aside, I’ll think about it,” she teased. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I think we’re going to be late!”

“Let’s run together, then!” Adrien suggested, grabbing her hand with his good one. “Oh, hey, did you bring an umbrella today? I heard it’s supposed to rain.”

“REALLY?? Oh no, I left mine at home….”

“No problem, I can share!”

Or I’ll just give it to you again, he thought. It seemed to work out last time.

End.

#adrinetteapril2018 #rewrite #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng

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For the prompt, maybe disaster jock + disaster nerd au for destiel! And established relationship if you like!

uhhh… hm. this one got away from me. oops :P thanks for such a fun prompt, and for the sunset picture!!!

destiel AU, jock!Cas and nerd!Dean, ~2.7k. Credit to @pleaseturnoffthedoor for the hand-waving thing in the hallway :D

Dean is dusting one of his bookshelves off on a warm Sunday when he pauses, and bites back a smile at the sight of an old yearbook.

It’s funny–he hasn’t thought back to his high school years for a long while now, and all of a sudden, he’s feeling a little nostalgic. He should really clean the rest of the house before the guests get here, but he takes the yearbook out of its place in favour of the impulse that’s taken place to look through it.

He flips it open, and right off the bat he sees Sam’s dumb locks flying in the air as he’s captured in the moment of scoring a goal for their school. In the distance is another familiar face, yelling an encouragement.

He smirks.

“Go, Sam!” Dean cheered from the bleachers, and his voice was soon buried within the rest of the crowd that went wild after the soccer ball slammed into the net. Sam pumped his fist in the air with a grin, and high-fived Cas. Dean cheered with the rest of the crowd, and celebrated the triumphant victory achieved by Sam’s heroic attempt at the risky goal.

Dean practically jumped down the bleachers, and joined the rest of the team who were getting off the field, still jumping and yelling for joy. “Sam! Cas!”

Sam and Cas both looked his way, and their simultaneous grins warmed him to his core. The high from winning the regional championship didn’t go away easily, and they soon made a three-way hug, yelling and jumping at the same time. It was borderline chaotic, but Dean knew just how hard Sam and Cas worked for this moment, so they were entitled to make a scene.

Dean ruffled his little brother’s dumb hair, and Sam ran to the shower before Dean could mess up his sweat-ridden hair any further.

“That nerd,” Dean laughed, and walked Cas back towards the change room. “Dude, that was an awesome pass you made back there.”

Cas smiled. “Thank you, Dean.”

Cas paused before the door to the change room just then, and Dean almost bumped into him straight-on.

“Cas?” Dean frowned in confusion.

Cas levelled him with a look. “Aren’t you forgetting something?”

Dean studied Cas, who was patiently waiting for him to catch up to speed, and he played innocence. “What’d you mean?”

Cas grabbed Dean’s hand to pull him aside, under the bleachers and out of the view from the rest of the crowd and the team. Dean’s back hit the cold metal, anticipation building up in his guts.

“I was promised a victory kiss if I recall,” Cas said coyly with heat in his eyes. Dean laughed, and kissed the bastard right then and there with a smile played along his lips. Cas smelled like sweat and grass, but Dean didn’t mind as much as he should.

“Could’ve probably waited until after you showered,” Dean commented.

Cas raised his eyebrows. “Be glad I didn’t do this on the field like I wanted to.” He nipped little kisses onto Dean’s neck, and Dean felt his entire body vibrate. He sighed in contentment.

“I’m sure Sam and my parents will thank you for your patience.”

Cas huffed against his neck, and rested his forehead against Dean’s shoulder. His entire body became lax on top of him with his arms around him. “I’m glad we won,” he said quietly.

“Me too,” Dean replied. “Now you can stop stressing.”

“Yeah.” Cas looked up with a quiet smile, his eyes catching the light of the day. “I don’t think we could’ve done it without you.”

“What?” Dean laughed. “I didn’t even do anything.”

“You always drove us to practice,” Cas said. “And stayed to watch.”

“That’s nothing,” Dean said flippantly, but Cas shook his head.

“Thank you, Dean.”

Geez, this guy.

“Hey, Novak!” called one of the team members. “Quit macking on your boyfriend and get over here!”

Cas held up the middle finger in response, and Dean laughed.

“Anyway, go have your shower,” Dean replied, glad for the distraction if only to hide his flush. “We’re gonna be late for dinner.”

Cas gave a knowing smile, and kissed him one more time. “Of course, Dean.”

Dean turns to the next page, and doesn’t stop his automatic response of rolling his eyes at seeing the photo of Cas sitting in the school library with the caption Regional Champion Captain Proves He’s Both Brawn and Brains, Dean himself blurry and out of focus in the picture even though he was sitting right beside him. Cas and Sam and the rest of the team had gained quite a following after the championship, and the yearbook committee was determined to include as many pictures of the members as possible.

For Dean, all it meant was disruption of their usual privacy.

“Garth, quit it!” Dean hissed, putting a hand over the lens.

“Deeaan,” Garth whined, but Dean didn’t give a shit.

The shutter clicks loudly in the library, and Dean snapped up to glare at Garth, who shrugged apologetically and made a run for it. Dean sighed through gritted teeth, and tried to focus back on topic. He didn’t know why it annoyed him so much, but he just wanted to be left alone to tutor Cas on their upcoming anthro test.

If only everyone would stop staring at them.

He startled at the hand that covered his own, and looked up to see Cas peering at him.

“Let’s take a break,” Cas whispered.

Great. Now he’d gotten Cas worried over nothing.

They walked to the nearest vending machine, and Dean punched the buttons with more force than necessary. It whirled and dropped his bag of chips. He tried to rip the bag open, only for it to refuse to pop open, and when he couldn’t get to it with pure force, he shuffled it loudly back and forth until he was practically clawing at it. Ugh, stupid cheap plastic, stupid Garth, stupid everything–

Cas raised his eyebrows, took it from his hands, and opened it with gentle ease. He took a chip, and handed the bag back to him.

“Why do they bother you so much?” he asked with genuine curiosity.

Dean glared down at the wrinkled bag, and took a mouthful of chips instead of answering him. Cas was wearing mismatched socks again today, but that sort of thing never made it into the yearbook pictures. No, all they saw was the shiny soccer team captain who managed to lead their tiny school to a miraculous victory. And yeah, he was proud of Cas, but what infuriated him the most was that nobody had cared until after the game. Like they knew Cas so well when they had laughed at him and the rest of the team throughout the entire year for even having hope, and now all of a sudden they wanted to be his best friend?

Ugh. Ugh.

“I don’t know,” Dean muttered instead with a shrug. “I’m just not used to people staring at us.”

Cas frowned incredulously. “You play the main role in the annual school plays. In front of everyone. On stage.”

“Not everyone,” Dean retorted.

“Everyone,” Cas repeated. “Dean–”

“Oh!” came a voice. “Castiel! Hey, Castiel!”

Dean bit back a sigh.

“Can I grab a quick picture of you?” the kid said enthusiastically, unaware of Dean’s tense shoulders. “It’ll be for the yearbook, and–”

Cas looked up with a heave, and turned around. “Go away,” he replied tersely.

The kid blinked. Dean also blinked.

“Um.” The kid laughed nervously. “Am I interrupting something? I just–”

“You are,” Cas said with force. “I’m talking to my boyfriend.”

“Oh. Um.” The poor clueless kid scratched his nose, and backed off. “I–”

“Go,” Cas growled, “away.”

The kid’s eyes widened. He muttered, “Geez, I got it,” and left. Dean helplessly watched him walk down the hall, somehow feeling responsible for all this.

“You didn’t have to be such a dick about it,” Dean said weakly.

Cas frowned at him, and touched the slope of his cheek. “Dean, what’s wrong?”

Dean faltered, and sighed against the touch. He really was fucking proud of Cas. He was. Maybe it was just his own insecurities getting to him. He shrugged. “Guess I’m just not used to sharing.”

Cas’s eyes widened, and he inched closer. Dean clued in, and they kissed against the vending machine, hotter and heavier than Dean had expected this kiss to be. Cas lightly bit down on his lips, and Dean yelped in surprise. They parted, and Cas was still staring at him in a way that made Dean squirm under.

“What?” Dean finally asked.

Cas went for another kiss, his usual gentleness gone and instead replaced by a fierce possessiveness, bruising his lips with the force he kissed with. Dean had to remember that they were still in the middle of a hallway, and stopped them before they went any further, or worse, had their picture taken together like this.

They were both breathing heavily when they parted, and Dean was honestly taken back at this sudden display. “Cas?”

Cas’s piercing eyes looked impatient, and his face was flushed. He took a deep breath as if reminding himself to keep calm, and leaned over Dean’s ear.

“Who said anything about sharing?” he rasped, and Dean’s breath hitched. “I’m yours, and yours only, as long as you’ll have me.”

“Jesus, Cas,” Dean muttered, burying himself in the crook of Cas’s shoulders so as not to show how much his face was burning up.

The vending machine beeped in protest as Cas shoved him against it for another kiss, but this time, Dean didn’t care.

“Dean?”

Dean looks up from the yearbook, and glances at the clock.

Oh. Shit.

“Dean?” comes the voice again, and there are footsteps coming up the stairs now. Oops. “Are you done–”

Cas catches him putting the yearbook away. He raises his eyebrows in question.

“Uhhh,” Dean says intelligently. “I may or may not have gotten a little distracted while cleaning.”

“You don’t say,” Cas replies, though there’s no bite to the words. “You know Sam and Eileen will be here in half an hour.”

“Yes, sweetheart,” Dean replies with an eyeroll.

“Hmm,” Cas says disapprovingly. He also gives up the pretense, and takes out another yearbook to indulge in their nostalgia. His mouth twitches into a smile at whatever page he opens to.

“What?” Dean asks, peering over Cas’s shoulders. When he sees his own fourteen year old’s baby face in the Orlando costume looking back at him, he blanches from the pure second-hand embarrassment. “Ugh.”

Dean took a deep breath, his heart running miles a minute. It was just a little play, he told himself. Not like the whole school was watching him. Even if they were, they were sort of forced to do it for the arts festival. Most of them were just probably glad to be out of class.

Yup. No doubt about it.

He straightened his hat, and took a step out onto the stage.

When the initial stomach-tightening nervousness had gone away, he recited his lines with ease, like he had a hundred times before the actual showing. His eyes lingered over to the audience, and found himself making direct eye contact with one Castiel Novak, so prominent in his presence for Dean even in the dark.

He halted, but quickly regained himself, his face burning. His mouth kept moving, and he focused back on acting. Acting. That was what he was supposed to be doing right now.

Castiel Novak was in his English class, and that was who the plays were for. Of course he was here to watch the play. It made sense.

“But are you so much in love as your rhymes speak?” Rosalind slash Ganymede asked, and Dean focused. This was an important scene. He had to focus.

“Neither rhyme nor reason can express how much,” Dean replied, a little more desperately than he intended, and his eyes didn’t wander away back to the audience. The way his heart beat frantically was because he was nervous. That was all.

After the play, though, he had no excuse when he was face to face with Castiel again.

“Uhhh.” Dean looked around to see who he was here for. Everyone else was busy getting the stage ready for the next play. “Hey. What’s up?”

“Um.” Castiel cleared his throat. “I liked you.” A pause. “As Orlando. I just wanted you to know.”

“Oh.” Dean was glad the backstage was dim. “Thanks. Did you, uh, like the play?”

“Yeah. Yes. It was educational.”

“Cool.” Dean scratched the bridge of his nose for the sake of doing something in the awkward silence that followed. “Uh. Well, I gotta get ready for the next one, so…”

“Oh. Yes, I’ll just…” Castiel pointed to the door.

“Sure.” Dean cleared his throat. He tried out looking at Castiel in the eyes, and smiled. “See you in class.”

Castiel blinked, and smiled back tentatively.

Shit.

After that, whenever Dean saw him in the hallway or whatever, all muddy and grass-stained knees from soccer practice, Castiel waved at him, and Dean waved back, and it was a weird thing where they had established over the course of few weeks. It was weirder whenever Castiel’s teammates slung an arm over Castiel as soon as they did that, and snickered, like they were in on a joke nobody else was. Dean’s face burned up every time, because geez.

To be fair, his friends weren’t any more kind to him than Castiel’s teammates were. “You like him.”

“Charlie,” Dean warned.

“Have you guys even talked to each other since?” she asked, ignoring his silent pleas.

“No. So what?” he replied defensively.

She only rolled her eyes.

Only, they ran into each other the next day, with Dean putting up a poster for an upcoming play. Dean spotted Castiel coming down the otherwise empty hallway, in deep thoughts and still in his uniform with his cleats slung over his shoulder, and swallowed hard. Castiel looked up and glanced to his side as he passed Dean by, and then all of a sudden, he halted in the middle of the hallway with sharp awareness. Castiel stared at Dean a little wide-eyed, and Dean stared right back.

Um. Awkward.

“Hey,” Dean said carefully.

“Hello, Dean,” Castiel replied. He eyed the poster. “Are you in this one?”

Dean looked back at the poster, remembering why he was here. “Yeah.”

“Who are you playing?”

“Um. Enjolras.” Dean fiddled with the tape dispenser. “He’s the guy that leads this rebellion. Pretty cool dude if I do say so myself.”

Castiel studied the poster, and nodded to himself. “Which nights are you playing?”

“Huh? Uh.” Dean’s skin prickled under Castiel’s unwavering eyes. “The 12th, 14th, and 15th.”

Castiel smiled, and Dean just about managed to stand still. “Okay. I’ll see you, then.”

Dean licked his dry lips. “Right. Yeah.”

True to his words, Castiel came on the 12th night, and maybe Dean imagined it, but he swore he could physically feel Castiel’s eyes on him the entire time. Maybe it was just him being too hyper-aware of Castiel being there at all.

Well, that was mighty nice of the guy to come out to support him. Dean figured, he was only returning the favour when he went to watch him during his soccer practices. Castiel was incredible, running past his senior teammates left and right, and the way he looked when he scored a goal had Dean twitching out of his own seat. Castiel glanced at the bleachers and Dean saw the moment he saw him, and everything stopped for a heart-stopping moment.

Castiel soon became Cas, and Cas continued to come to Dean’s plays, and Dean continued to visit Cas at practice.

And, well. The rest was pretty much history.

“You know, I think I loved you from the moment I saw you here,” Cas says with a small smile, his fingers tracing the photo. “You were so passionate, and I’d never seen anyone as beautiful before. I couldn’t look away.”

“Of course not,” Dean grins. He puffs out his chest in bravado, and Cas raises his eyebrows. “Nobody can resist my charms.”

Cas rolls his eyes, and kisses him. Dean laughs into his mouth. “Of course, dear.”

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[silverfickle]

Nova dnd logs

Writing some plot from my oneshot dnd campaign! It'll be a string of moments my char experienced.

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In front of me, is the following: a talking chicken wearing a knight helmet who just defeated an animated statue monster 20 times his own size with a greatsword that is 3 times his size, a dwarven rogue with a serious face and long flowy river-like beard who idolizes my friend Robin Hood, and a gangly half-orc wizard who’s hand is covered in blood. Well, the wizard is behind me since he’s usually frightful of most things, and only did the blood ritual on the stone altar because of sheer boredom of nothing happening.

“Are you cursed now?” I look behind me to cheekily taunt Greecle. Disgust and cowardice washes over his face and he pleads for me to stop.

After looking around more, it would seem that the only way to proceed forward the subterranean temple was to draw blood on the altar. All that arguing about what to do was futile.

The environment rumbles and the gates lower, motioning us to continue on our adventure. Nobody dares to say a word as Chase takes the lead. The irony isn’t lost on me, we’re following a 40cm chicken because he’s the strongest of us all and the hardiest. That fact will never not tickle me.

Excitement and anxiety stirs in my stomach, this is my first real adventure after all!! All the mystery and treasure awaits with every splashy, watery step I take. I’m doing it, mom!

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Maybe that bad feeling buried in the last section of my spine shouldn’t have been ignored. I mean, it’s called a bad feeling for a reason, right?

I didn't speak up but deep down, I super hated that we glanced over the ominous prophetic plaque of words before we descended into this damp and rocky abyss. I have no idea why everyone ganged up on Rina about money and didn’t get enough information before jumping head first into the well entrance. It’s as if we raced down for the treasure without putting on our shoes first. (Well, this is kinda true for Greecle… Why doesn’t he have shoes? I can’t imagine sleeping somewhere so cold without covering up my feetsies.)

Everyone else is sound asleep on the first night of our real adventure. But I… ... ! I, Nova, am really sad !!!! Mixed feelings keep piling up inside of me. But putting down skeleton creatures with my bare hands shouldn’t upset me this much right? I’ve seen lots of things in my home forest after all.

I look around and admire the temple, crystals of red and blue softly glint in the dark, faintly illuminating the vast tunnels and spaces around us. The water reflects the hues and bounce the glow around as far as it can reach before stretching itself thin into the darkness. I hold up one of the skelly heads that wasn’t crushed with both my hands and wished for it to talk. “Why wasn’t I charming enough to convey my feelings of wanting to be friends? I could’ve saved all your skelly friends too y’know?” I frown.

Thinking about their cute heads and little swords that they swung against my neck, I wrote in my journal with mom in mind, and a poem before sleepytime.

I hope we get along tomorrow.

Whispers of my regret can’t reach you anymore

Please pass on safely without much sore

Floating in the abyss, the ripples, the splashes

Find salvation or peace after scintillating ashes

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I have to crane my head up to look at Greecle every time he relays knowledge to us. Despite being a huge troublemaker, he's still a wizard who knows a lot more things about our world than I do. He studied the round plinth and ran around the hall to detect traces of magic to identify and to uncover. He’s super useful but it all goes unnoticed because our team members spend most of our interactions scolding him for his misdeeds. He tells us that the moss covered carvings on the stone plinth that may have lasted centuries make up some sort of calendar.

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I pout as my sweet sentences get twisted up and interpreted in an offensive manner. There goes my chance to be friends with this fire creature. All I said was that they’re hot as hell, but maybe they’re from the realm of Tartarus and not Asphodel; I shouldn’t be too judgemental.

I try to think of more ways to befriend the creature but I’m instantly distracted as I spot an unconscious body under some singed rags.

Oh no, I have to help.

That was my main objective, my only thought. We didn’t initially agree to a rescue mission but what cycles my thoughts is one word: Survival. The rest seem preoccupied with battle, so it has to be me.

I ran as fast as my legs could carry me to the body. It’s sweltering in here, I’m glad I’m wearing shoes. My feet would’ve scorched if I touched this tiled floor, my fire resistance would not have negated the pain. My eyes dart around to examine the person, hoping for signs of life. Chocolate scales faintly rise and fall, carrying a golden undertone, revealing their mighty ancestry and potential.

Ah, great! They’re breathing!

I took out the only healing potion I have to help the dragonborn. I guess we have to defeat this creature if it won’t listen to reason and have already injured this being. I whine mentally.

But a huge smile spreads across my face as the person in front of me springs back up, brimming with life, as if their life force is reignited and flickers equally as bright as the melty lava creature behind us. Their fists clench and their eyes are filled with panic.

A new friend!

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This is one of those times where my darkvision would burn things into my sclera and instill fear in my soles, bringing forth the imagery of the roiling mass that is a ceiling sea of bats.

I don’t know what to do. I don't know what to do. I don't know what to do.

I can NOT harm these animals, even if we wanted to we are easily outnumbered. But the more time we spend in this room, we will eventually be drowned in this vast sea. The bats won’t listen to us, they’ll continue to chip away at our constitution with relentless determination.

Damn it! Why is this lock so sturdy! My legs are chilled with fear, I hesitate and shiver as I mess up my aim.

The bats, they swoop down and claw us into shreds. Our skin but mere cloth for them to cut up into ribbons and string. All we can do is try to break open this chest and make a run for it. There’s no way we can face this many. We’ll get swallowed up and ground into bones if we don't hurry!

Hurry!

The acid misses.

Hurry!

The arrow misses.

Hurry!

The fists and greatsword connects.

Run!

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In the magical darkness enshrouding us, a blue flame floats toward me, revealing itself while crackling the air softly with electricity. It reminds me of a quiet forest night watched over by the full moon. Spirits and spectres would come out and wander; some want satisfaction, some want salvation, some yearn for affection from forgotten loved ones or fallen comrades. In those quiet nights, every living being proclaims their existence, they take up space in our shared world with heartbeats or willpower. It's wonderful to be able to leave traces in the soil or the sky. Being alive is truly miraculous!

In this magical darkness, I don't see anything but a living creature that still blazes with life. It might have a past filled with joy, sorrow, frustration; it might still want to take steps out of this black void and write history. I wonder who imprisoned the servants that dwell in these desolate halls, which heartless soul would rob them of their freedom and force them to pointless bloodshed? Who is it that beckoned sturdy adventurers to plunge themselves down here and destined them to reemerge as carcasses to be cut down again? Whatever malevolent being that built this temple, whatever goal they serve, I want to get out of here without bowing down to their insolence on life.

I think about my mom who befriends the earth. Surrounded by warmth and love, she's nothing but being of kindness and nurture. Sometimes I believe she’s secretly an otherworldly guardian that looks after those around her. She wouldn’t let earnest creatures be trampled ruthlessly, she appreciates every little living being and would do anything for the needy. Ah, I miss spending time with her.

I pull out Harper and start playing a soft melody to declare my feelings.

Please let us continue with a bright future. Hear my plea and take in my wish for camaraderie.

Sharp notes from Her Sh’i’s bagpipes intertwine with my light tones. The willowy blues grow fainter and calmer.

I stumble on my words but I try my best to convey to the being that we mean no harm. I smile and sigh out of relief as the appeased creature gently places a token on my hand.

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Somehow we have managed to take down the god and return it into pieces of bone and dirt. We ended the cycle. Rinah will remain in the temple with the community of reanimated skeletons and figure out a way to turn them back into living humans.

It should have been a triumphant win and we emerge with golden sun rays congratulating us when we climb our way back out to the surface. But it wasn’t. It was windy and gray. Various feelings mix in my belly leaving me feeling uneasy, the feelings I’ve not been able to shake away and will stay with me for a while.

I can’t help but feel swindled by fate, cruel and cunning. If I had known it was the humans who dared to anger Xibalba in the first place, I would’ve tried to appease them. Instead I felt the need to break a curse to save the ‘humans’. How foolish of me.

What’s done is done. I have unwillingly helped to slay a god that once lived to grant blessings for the people. In the same breath, I also freed some trapped souls and no more will unnecessary blood be shed.

I look to my shoulder where Shadow leisurely sits and I smile softly at him when he gazes back up to meet my eyes . At least I have you now, so it’s not a bad ending to this adventure.

Shadow gently boops my cheek, causing some numbness for a second.

I can’t wait to introduce you to mom!

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[mccotterkayvin]

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