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ash-whimsicalfanfic · 1 year

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Serendipity (CH 8)

Leroy Jethro Gibbs X Fem OC/Reader

Word Count: 1198

Warning: Mild language, fluff, smut, angst, graphic scenes, death, murder, gore, violence, mature material…

Prompt: You have a major crush on Gibbs, however you choose to push it away as you fear he doesn’t feel the same way. Suddenly there is a bunch of chances that lead to a happy ending…

I had went out and gotten everyone breakfast and drinks. I got all my paperwork caught up and even caught up everyone else's with my all-nighter.

However, I was on a coffee high now and was organizing all my stuff in my area. I hum as I tidy up when I hear the elevator doors open.

"Y/N? Your here early." Tony notes.

I look up to see that they all must've gotten off the elevator. I smile brightly at them.

"Good morning!" I exclaim.

"You seem to be in a good mood." Tim notes with a smile as Gibbs and Ziva study me.

"Thanks Tim." I say.

"And you got me breakfast? Thank you...I owe you." Tony says and I wink at him before turning back to where I was organizing behind my desk.

"Agent Y/L/N!" Director Shepard says.

I look up to see her standing at the railing. She motions me to follow her and I look at me desk. Am I losing my job? Oh god...

"Hey, I'm sure it's nothing." Tim says.

"Your going to jinx me and I'm going to lose my job. Thanks Tim." I mumble, beginning my way to her office.

I sit and she looks at my expectantly. I bounce my knee nervously and she sighs.

"The BAU is asking for you back." She says.

"No. I don't want to go back. I'm happy here. I really am. I know that there's been a lot going on since my accident and I swear things won't be so hectic and I promise I'll be a better agent. Please tell me I'm not losing my job." I ramble.

"Calm down, Special Agent Y/L/N. I was simply telling you. I was going to let you make the choice. You have a spot here. A team...a family and I'm more than happy to go tell the BAU that you aren't going anyway and that your sticking with us at NCIS." She says.

"Oh thank god." I breathe.

"How are you doing?" She asks.

"I'm doing a lot better." I say.

"Good. If you every need anything, you know where I am. Now go on." She says.

I happily hurry out of her office and get to my desk, drinking the rest of the coffee before tossing it in my can. I look up when Gibbs clears his throat.

"Janitor clears our cans every night. I noticed you have five coffee cups in yours. I thought I told you to go home." He snaps.

"Well I was, but there was no way I was going to get sleep. My mind has been super occupied and sketching hasn't helped. I knew I had a lot to get done, so rather than going home to have a restless night, I decided to work here. Which worked out in my favor. And you shouldn't complain. Now we are caught up." I say.

"No more coffee today. You ramble when your on a caffeine rush. Your hands are literally shaking from your caffeine intake. And your going home tonight. And what did the Director want?" He asks.

"I was really nervous I was going to lose my job. And I really thought I was because she said the BAU wanted me back and I kind of freaked out and went into this whole thing that I didn't want to go back and I promised to be a better agent because I know I haven't been at my top performance since my accident and even a little before. Actually, a while before. I should go tell her that. I don't know. I've been in a weird kind of funk—." I ramble before he covers my mouth.

"Tell me she isn't sending you back." He says, before uncovering my mouth.

"She isn't sending me back. I swear. She said she's happy to have me here. Oh my goodness! Abby! Good morning!" I exclaim, hugging her.

"Y/N..." Abby mumbles and I step back confused.

"What? Did I do something?" I ask.

"Have you seen your car this morning?" She asks.

"Ugh...no. Should I? Actually don't answer that. I'll choose to ignore the problem at hand. I'm in a good mood and I can tell by your face you don't come bearing good news. I can't bear bad news today. I might have a breakdown." I ramble and she looks at Gibbs concerned.

"She's drank five cups of coffee. What's up Abs?" He asks.

"Her window was broken. I got pictures and started to study the car and found a note. A note from the man who attempted to kill her. How long has he been threatening you?" She asks, holding up the letter in the evidence bag.

"I-I was handling it. I swear. I started to stay here when I felt like my safety was compromised. However, when I stopped getting the silent calls and letters, I assumed he stopped so I let it go. It's fine. I'm sure it's nothing." I ramble, although that definitely put a damper in my mood.

"Your telling me this has been going on and you never once mentioned it?" Gibbs asks, stepping closer.

"Your a profiler. I'm sure you can tell what this means." Abby says.

"Come on Y/N/N...you should have came to us." Ziva says softly.

I close my eyes, clenching my jaw as I take a deep breath. Deep breaths. Deep breaths...I tried to ignore Gibbs who was now lecturing me, getting closer to yelling. I step away, reaching a shaky hand out to my chair and pushing it out of the way before I sit on the ground, scooting under my desk.

My eyes were stinging and I let a shaky breath out. Not now...I can't cry now. Another shaky breath leaves me, my chest beginning to move faster. Gibbs was soon in front of me, kneeling in front of my desk.

"Y/N...Y/N/N, breathe. Breathe..." He murmurs, moving under the desk and pulling me into his side.

My shaky hands grasp his shirt, trying to take deep breaths but I can't stop thinking about everything going on. He moves my head and I soon could only hear his heart beat. He stroked my hair, gently rubbing my back.

"That's it. Breathe." He murmurs as my breathing slows.

I didn't want to move once I calmed down. I just held onto him, staring blankly ahead as I tried not to think about it. Everytime I would, my eyes would start to tear up and I'd take in a big shaky breath.

He held me, not saying anything. He just comforted me. We slowly scoot out overtime until we were out from under my desk. He waited patiently for me to be ready to come out completely from under my desk to standing. It took me a few minutes to want to stand, but when I nodded, he stood up to help me up.

His hand rests on my lower back as he guided me to the elevator in silence. I ignored my team giving my concerned looks even when they tried to look busy.

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omgrachwrites · 4 years

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The Book of Love - Chapter Four

Pairing: Remus Lupin x Ravenclaw!Reader

Summary: After a breakup leaves you heartbroken and miserable, things start to change for the better when you begin exchanging notes in a library book with a mystery boy.

Warnings: fluff!!

Words: 2293

A/N: Hope you guys enjoy this part! Please let me know what you think and let me know if you would like to be tagged! I love you all!

Chapter Four

The morning of the first Hogsmeade trip dawned with a beautiful clear morning but there was a blustery wind that caused leaves on the trees to rocket to the floor. For once, you were up early, sketching the beautiful landscape. It delighted you to see the shades of amber and burnt orange everywhere. Hagrid’s hut was almost blanketed by the hulking trees of the forest and when the weak sunlight sparkled through the remaining leaves, it cast the hut in a heavenly orange glow.

You felt like there would be great promise for the day and you knew that it would be a fantastic day. Maybe it was because Hogsmeade was an exceptionally beautiful village, or maybe it was because you know that you would see Rem- your friends again. You weren’t quite sure what had been happening to you for the last few days. Before you went to sleep, unbeknownst to you why, your thoughts went to Remus and it made falling asleep all that much easier.

When you woke up in the dark of night he was the first thing on your mind, almost like you had just had a dream about him. You refused to feel that way about anybody – well apart from your mystery boy – you couldn’t give someone else a chance to hurt you, especially not Remus. You didn’t think your heart would be able to take it.

With a sigh, you put your sketchbook down and you decided to get dressed in warm clothes and you combed your hair. About ten minutes later, Lyra woke up running her fingers through her fluffy hair and you smiled over at her.

“Are you coming to Hogsmeade with me and the others?”

She groaned as she threw an arm over her eyes and shook her head, “no, I can’t bear to face Sirius, his favour changes like the wind,” she removed her arm and pouted and you were sure that you could see tears sparkling in her eyes. She looked so hurt.

You bit your bottom lip, you weren’t going to tell her that you told her so. She had been seeing Sirius for a few weeks before he broke it off and started sleeping with someone else. Seeing the same person for a few weeks was equal to a serious relationship for Sirius, “I’m sorry Lyra,” you sighed, it was the only thing you could think of to say that wouldn’t hurt her.

She smiled brightly as she got out of bed and walked over to you to give you a tight hug before she kissed your cheek affectionately, “don’t apologise, you told me so and I should have listened to you but I just wanted to have hope. Have a good day today Y/N, with Remus,” she added with a smirk as she got back into bed.

You rolled your eyes as you threw your pillow at her causing her to laugh, “Remus and I are just friends,” for now, that little voice in the back of your mind spoke and you immediately shut it out. You wouldn’t think like that, “see you later, I’ll bring you back some sweets,” you grinned.

Lyra narrowed her eyes as she spoke in what tried to be a menancing voice but it didn’t really work because she was so tired, “yeah, you’d better.”

You shook your head in amusement as you left the common room and went to have breakfast at the Gryffindor table with your friends. After a hurried breakfast, you and the gang walked up the lane that led from Hogwarts and into Hogsmeade. You huddled into your scarf as the cold autumn wind picked up.

You smiled up at Remus, though you could hardly look him in the eyes, not when you were sure that you were having dreams about him. He looked much better compared to how he looked when you saw him last, “are you feeling better Remus? You really do look much better.”

Panic flashed in his eyes for a just a second before he looked at you with a dimpled smile, “I’m feeling much better, thank you for asking Y/N.”

You smiled back at him as you looked over Remus’ shoulder and saw Sirius grinning at the both of you. When Sirius noticed you looking over at him he gave you a thumbs up, causing you to roll your eyes as you turned away from him. The rest of the walk up to the village was rather uneventful as you chatted with Lily and Peter.

When you got to the beautiful village you noticed that it had been lavishly decorated for Halloween and there was the matter of where to go first.

“Well, I want to go to Zonkos,” Sirius spoke up first and James and Peter both nodded in agreement while Remus groaned.

“I’m voting for Honeydukes,” Remus said and you supposed that pulling pranks got a bit tiresome after a while.

You also spoke up before you could stop yourself, “I’m with Remus, I second his vote for Honeydukes.”

Lily looked between the two of you with a conspiring look on her face, “well, how about we split up? You guys can go to Honeydukes and we’ll go to Zonkos. We can meet up later on in The Three Broomsticks for a pint of Butterbeer,” she smiled innocently but you knew what she was trying to do.

You glared at her before looking up at Remus who was peering down at you with worried eyes, quickly you transformed your face into a smile, “sounds good.”

Remus nodded and smiled at you, looking thoroughly relieved, “yeah it does, come on Y/N.”

Off the two of you went in the direction of the sweet shop and you refused to look back at your traitourous friends. As soon as you walked into the warm sweet smelling shop you inhaled the toffee scented air. Remus made a beeline for the chocolate section, his face lighting up like a child’s and you smiled at how excited he was.

“Chocolate, seriously?” you giggled as you walked over to the Sugar Quills to find they had brought out a limited edition strawberry flavour.

Remus let out a little gasp of mock offence, “chocolate makes everything better, seriously, everything,” he looked over at you with a warm smile, “but I’m guessing that you’re more of a sweet person?”

You nodded in confirmation as you grabbed a handful of boxes, “I do, particularly Sugar Quills,” you loved the way they made your lips numb with sugar and you loved the sickly sweet taste of them.

Remus snorted out a laugh as he grabbed a huge assortment of chocolate bars, “I bet that you’re one of those people who snack on them in class,” his voice was distracted but he looked at you with sparkling hazel eyes.

Grinning at him, you nodded as you picked out some sweets for Lyra, “I am one of those people, I especially like eating them in Potions. Slughorn definitely knows but turns a blind eye which I’ll be forever grateful for.”

Something flickered in Remus’ eyes, something that looked like hope with just a dash of longing, it was gone as quickly as it had come so you must have been imagining it, “you eat them in Potions class?”

You raised an eyebrow at him as you nodded, you weren’t sure why that part was so important to him, “yeah but I’m sure lots of other people do too.”

“Of course,” Remus sighed, looking a little disappointed but you just couldn’t understand why, “are you ready to go?” he asked and you nodded without speaking a word and the both of you went to buy your sweets.

There was still some time before you had to meet the others so you went to the post office, you wanted to look at the different array of owls and you marvelled at the miniscule owls and you had to send some post. Your grandmother had always been very supportive of your art and she had always wanted you to send her some of the drawings you had done. Today you were finally granting her wish.

All the way through your time at the post office, Remus was silent and it seemed like the whole mood had changed. You were worried that you had done something wrong, “Remus, are you okay? Have I done something to upset you?”

Remus looked over at you with alarm plain on his face, he smiled warmly at you and you almost felt better and he reached down to squeeze your hand gently, “of course you didn’t Y/N. I’m fine, just in a bit of a weird mood, it’s nothing that you’ve done, I promise,” you nodded but couldn’t help feeling he was only saying this to ease your worry but you were sure that you had done something.

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It had been one hell of an evening for Remus because James and Sirius had been arguing all night over a prank that had gone wrong and landed them in detention. They didn’t normally argue but when they did, it was really bad and everyone seemed to suffer as a result. As a result of their arguing, Lily and Alice went up to the dormitory to spend the rest of their evening up there. Remus had soon started to get tired of their endless fighting so he went for a walk around the castle.

The velvety night sky was so clear that Remus could see the stars for miles so he decided to go where he could see them better. When he walked up to the Astronomy Tower, he found that he wouldn’t be alone.

Y/N was standing against the railings with a sketchbook and she turned around when she heard Remus coming and she smiled at him. She was beautifully gleaming in the starlight.“Hi Remus,” she smiled as she put the tip of a Sugar Quill into her mouth.

Remus gulped and watched the movement of her lips with flushed cheeks, “sorry to bother you Y/N, can I join you?”

Y/N grinned, “you’re not bothering me at all! Of course you can join me. What brings you here?” she asked as she went back to her sketchbook.

Remus huffed out a sigh as he sat on the steps, running a hand through his hair, “James and Sirius are arguing and it’s complete hell, they manage to make everyone suffer. What are you doing up here, did you just come up here to draw?”

“Oh Merlin, aren’t they awful when they argue? They got into a really bad argument when Sirius first moved in with James so he had to come and stay with me for a little while. And yeah, I just thought that I could use the practice and Lucius is on his shit again,” she sighed and Remus could hear the sadness in her voice.

“I’m sorry Y/N,” he said biting his lip.

Y/N shrugged as she shot a smile over her shoulder at him, “it’s really no big deal, thank you though.”

Remus nodded and they fell into a comfortable silence as Y/N drew and Remus caught up with the book he was reading. It felt really nice to know that they could spend time together but do their own thing. After a little while, Y/N shut her sketchbook and Remus closed his book as he followed suit.

For a good amount of time Y/N and Remus sat around the Astronomy Tower watching the stars and pointing out all the different constellations as they munched on Sugar Quills.

Remus looked over at Y/N as she looked up at the sky with wonder and joy on her face and all he wanted to do was lean over and kiss her but he thought that that would probably scare her off, and he really didn’t want to do that.

His heart jumped in his chest as Y/N let out a contented sigh as she rested her head against his shoulder and Remus wrapped an arm around their shoulders as they watched the stars together. Is this what it would feel like to be hers? If so, then he wanted to be with her even more.

As it got later, the clouds covered the stars and the magical spell that had been cast over the teenagers seemed to shatter as Y/N sat up, her fingers pulling through her hair with a nervous look on her face, “it’s getting late. Maybe we should head back before we get into trouble, I really don’t fancy getting detention,” Y/N smiled.

Remus nodded, feeling a little deflated and disappointed, he wished that he could spend more time with her, “I’ll walk you back to your common room.”

“Thanks Remus,” she beamed at him.

As they walked through the moonlit corridors they managed to avoid Peeves and Filch’s cat Mrs Norris, “Merlin, that cat is so annoying,” Remus almost growled and Y/N laughed as she nodded in agreement.

Too soon, they were outside the Ravenclaw common room and Remus swallowed as Y/N looked up at him beneath her eyelashes, “thanks for walking me back Remus, I really appreciate it. I really enjoyed spending the night with you. Maybe we could study together sometime this week?”

Remus smiled and jumped at the chance to spend more time with her, “you’re welcome, I had a good time too and of course, I’ll let you know when I’m free.”

Y/N beamed as she gave Remus a tight hug before she kissed him on the cheek, “night Remus,” she waved at him as she disappeared into the common room.

“Goodnight Y/N,” Remus muttered though he knew that she couldn’t hear him as his fingers ran over the place she had kissed him.

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pl-panda · 4 years

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Damienette arranged marriage: part 7

Credits: Miraculous Ladybug team for the elements I take from MLB show. DC for their characters, @ozmav for the AU, @maribat-archive for giving me access to so many different stories to have take inspirations from, @thyladyanput for idea for Chat Damian and me for the plot.

Part 1

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Damienette arranged marriage: Part 7

NEXT!

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She was maybe the second person to learn the truth behind his name. Damian means to tame and his mother named him that because he was ultimate proof that she tamed The Bat. He expected her to laugh, but instead she pulled him into a hug to comfort him. He also revealed that he loved painting and went as far as to sketch her. She was happy to pose as long as he in turn allowed her to take measurements.

Marinette brought out what was best in him and he would be damned if he let her just suffer in silence.

Marinette was so tired that she found herself unable to sleep. This day was so full of emotions: both good and bad.

When she first met Damian, back at the temple, he was rather cold and indifferent. He struck her as selfish even. But he was also dead honest and very serious about his loyalty. He even stabbed his own brother to defend her honor. Okay, after spending the day with him she was pretty convinced he would stab him for some more meager reason, but it was still… cute in some strange way. Nobody has ever done something like this before. Even Chat Noir never stabbed anyone to defend her honor. Hit on the head with a baton? Sure. But never stab. And he threatened Lila. Marinette was unsure if he wouldn’t actually follow up on his threat.

The date she went on was great. She felt the freedom unlike ever before. She knew she could tell him anything since they already knew each others’ greatest secrets. She could freely tell him about her adventures as Ladybug. And he was also quite handsome when he smiled. Not that he wasn’t when he was not smiling, but she liked his smile. His actual smile not the malicious grin he often wore. Damian played the cold and closed mean guy, but he was actually quite soft. He loved animals and painting. He even wanted to sketch her! Damian was yet very grounded person. He had this no-nonsense aura around himself. But he was patient enough to endure with her small panic attacks. She remembered his gentle touch on her hands. His words of encouragement. And his deep green eyes. They were two whirlpools of emerald. So majestic, yet so caring. With that image imprinted on her mind she finally fell asleep. Her dreams were undisturbed by a knocking on her window.

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Next day Marinette woke up still tired, but in much better mood. She was ready for school. Well, good for her since she was almost late like usual. In panic, she quickly grabbed her purse and was about to run downstairs when Tikki flew in front of her.

“Marinette! Aren’t you forgetting something?” The girl looked around and didn’t catch what Kwami ment. “Your clothes!” Marinette looked down and saw she was still in her pijama. In record time she managed to dress up and was about to run downstairs when Tikki stopped her again. “Backpack?” Once again Marinette rushed to grab her things and get down and not get late. Her parents were already waiting for her in the bakery.

“Here is your breakfast cherie.” Her mother smiled handing her a box of pastries.

“And here is something special for you to share with your boy.” Her father smiled and handed her a box of macaroons. They both had a smile.

“And remember Mari. If he hurts you, just say a word and I will break his every bone into dozen pieces.” Her mother gave her most prominent smile ever. Somehow, it made the threat even more real.

“I will maman. Bye papa! Bye maman!” Marinette shouted and run away before they offered more ‘help’. She loved them, but after yesterday’s evening she was not sure she would allow them to meet Damian any times soon. She couldn’t protect him forever, seeing as he was technically her husband, but she could at least give them some time to get used to the idea of her dating someone. Maybe once Hawkmoth was gone. She did not want to have to escape from another thorny prison. Or maybe after the trip to gotham. They should be happy to see her back that they might not outright kill him for marrying her without their knowledge. She fully planned on telling them everything once there was no threat looming over their heads. Marinette giggled imagining Talia facing her mother. It was funny that somehow the confrontation would always go in favor of Sabine.

She barged into class almost right when the bell rang. None of her classmates cared enough to even batch an eye at her. She did notice Damian in the back and made her way to him.

“I swear… If that harlot tries telling another lie about me or my family, I will not even need the bleacher. They will never know where to look in the first place.” He growled.

“What did she say?” Marinette grasped. While Damian had a soft side, she also knew he would not hesitate to stab her, making it look like a nasty incident.

“She kept babbling about how she knows the Waynes and She and Me have an on and off ‘thing’ and probably this whole trip is because we had a fight and now I want to apologize that way.” His hand twitched dangerously close to his sword. Why did he bring the sword today?

“I can’t let you just stab her. And it’s not like you can convince any of them change their minds that way.” Marinette placed her hand over his, at the same time making sure it would make it harder for him to grab the sword if he heard something more from Lila. “Here. My parents made them for us.” She opened the box of macaroons.

“I am not a fan of sweets.” He answered, but with relief she noticed he stopped glaring daggers at Lila.

“Then try this one.” She pointed to the yellow one. “It’s made with a bit of lemon juice to add more sourness.”

Damian reluctantly picked the treat and took a bite. Suddenly, the corners of his lips went up. She proudly watched the ‘ice prince’ smile at something so common as a macaroon. “This is a very good macaroon. I am sure it could rival whatever Alfred makes.” He exclaimed, trying not to sound overly excited.

“Somehow I feel like this is better compliment than when Uncle Jagged offered to write a song about my parents’ bakery…” She giggled. Damian looked at her stumped. She only giggled again. “You should’ve seen how Tim reacted when he heard. Suddenly next day Wayne enterprises ordered catering for the whole building. Apparently the CEO wanted to celebrate some deal. I am not sure if any worker besides Tim saw the pastries though.”

“Knowing him? I have no idea. If it was Jason or Dick, they wouldn’t even make it to the building before this morons ate it all.” Then, a dark realization dawned on Damian. “Was by any chance a blonde with him when they picked up the order?”

“Uh… I don’t know. I was at school when it happened. Why?”

Damian groaned. He should have connected the dots sooner. Brown was suddenly not hanging in the mansion twenty-four/seven and she was not seen on patrols. Father said that he was aware of her location. “If Brown is here too, then I am almost sure this pastries didn’t make it. And she might be causing a sudden jump in the bakery’s revenue.”

“Huh?” Marinette wasn’t following.

“Stephanie Brown is Drake’s girlfriend. Saying she has a sweet tooth is understatement of the century. More of a sweet jaw if you ask me. She can smell sweets from mile and always get there before you. Especially when Alfred is baking. And she can rival Cass in her stealth skill when it comes to stealing them.” Damian explained to Marinette and watched her stiffen another giggle. What was it with girls and giggling? But Damian had to admit Marinette looked cute when she did. Slow down Romeo or you will crash into a stop sign.

“Well then. I will be happy to bake her something. But Tim didn’t mention her.”

“He said he is running his independent investigation, so I assume you do not see him often?”

“Yeah. He is quite busy at the office. Isn’t he missing the school though?”

“Drake is seventeen and already has three P.H.D. He goes to school either to hang out with his less intelligent friends or to argue with the underpaid teachers by pointing every mistake and inaccuracy.”

“Sounds like fun.” The mention of the teacher suddenly made Marinette aware that Madame Bustier was nowhere to be seen. “We’ve been sitting here for almost twenty minutes now. Maybe I will go check for her…” Marinette suggested more to herself than Damian. She was about to stand up when Madame Bustier walked into the class with Chloe following her. Only now anyone noticed that the blonde was gone.

“Children. Chloe wanted to say something to all of you.” The teacher started.

“Yes. I wanted to apologize for my utterly ridiculous behavior in the past and hope that you will give me chance to earn forgiveness from the better part of you.” Chloe stated nonchalantly.

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dakotacrisis · 5 years

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Transferred (10)

When I plotted this story out it was only meant to be 10 chapters...not the case now.

There is a fox in the bakery today.

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“Quinn, you can no longer claim that you are not that bad when you are sick. I hope you realize that.” Nanette teased as the girls and Quinn walked into class the following week after everyone’s flu had disappeared.

“The whole Flu-demic thing doesn’t count.” Quinn objected. “I was sick and so not in my right mind.”

“Marinette was sick and she didn’t get akumatised.” Kagami pointed out.

“This is victim blaming!” Quinn dropped into their seat, “I’m not talking to you bullies.”

“We’re only teasing, Quinn.” Marinette assured them, “We know it wasn’t your fault.”

“I’m still interested in that new Ladybug that showed up halfway through the fight.” Nanette said, “No one seems to know what happened there. Not even Chat Noir seemed to understand what was going on.”

Marinette looked over at Kagami who was keeping a stoic face in front of the others. After Marinette had gotten her miraculous back and few good hours of sleep she checked the Ladyblog to see if there was any footage of Kagami as Ladybug. It was so weird seeing someone else do her job. But Marinette knew Kagami was clever and strong enough to do it. Maybe she could be her unofficial backup in case Marinette ever got sick or injured again.

Class started and Kagami and Marinette went to their seats in the back. Mr. Babineaux started his lecture on Shakespeare and talking about the different plays they would be reading and discussing in class.

“Marinette,” Kagami whispered, “Now that you’re feeling better I have a request for you.”

“And what is this request?” Marinette whispered back. She was trying to keep notes while also listening to Kagami.

“Do you know about the Next Big Night Fundraiser?” Kagami asked.

“Of course. It’s only the biggest arts fundraiser in France. Adrien told me the both of you were attending.”

“Yes. Adrien invited me as his plus one to the event and Mr. Agreste kindly invited my mother to join as well.”

“That’s so cool you get to go.” Marinette only ever got to watch it on TV. One day she’d make it there to support all the classic as well as the up and coming artists, designers, musicians, writers, and actors. So much talent in one room!

“It is. But I need to find something appropriate to wear to the event. I have nice dresses and outfits in my closet but I need something new for this night.”

“You want me to help you pick out an outfit? Go dress shopping?”

“No. I was actually hoping you would design a dress for me.”

“Design you a dress?” Marinette tried not to squeal, “That’s an awfully big responsibility. It can’t be just any ordinary dress either. You’re sure you want me to be the one to make it?”

“Absolutely. There’s no one I trust more to make me a spectacular dress.” Kagami smiled at her. “When I mentioned it to my mother I was expecting her to rebuke me. That I shouldn’t get my dress made by, for lack of a better word, a novice. But she seemed rather open to it. I’d say almost encouraging.”

Marinette recalled the talk she had with Mrs. Tsurugi when Kagami was acting as Ladybug. Had she actually taken her advice?

“That’s great. It will take some time so we should start as soon as possible. When are you free?”

“Mlles. Dupain-Cheng and Tsurugi,” Mr. Babineaux was tapping his foot, “Is my class getting in the way of your conversation?”

“Sorry, sir,” Marinette apologized, “Won’t happen again.”

The rest of class Marinette couldn’t bring herself to focus on the lecture. She kept imagining different dresses to put Kagami in for the fundraiser. She hadn’t had a chance to make anything formal that would actually get any use. Sure there was the ballgown she had created that Lila ruined by taking away her credit but it was more of a passion project. This was actually going to be seen by critics and other designers. It had to be perfect.

“Marinette!” Nanette shouted finally tearing Marinette’s attention from her sketchbook.

“Huh? What happened?” Marinette looked around. When did she end up in the library?

A dozen other students were shushing them but Nanette didn’t care. “What are you doing? You haven’t looked up from that sketchbook in like an hour.”

“Sorry.” Marinette closed it, “Kagami wants me to help her design a dress for a fundraiser she’s attending and I got a little carried away with ideas.”

“I don’t mean to sound like the mom friend but you should be focusing on your maths homework.” Nanette edged the textbook towards her, “You’re still behind from being sick.”

“I know,” Marinette opened the textbook and got to work.

After finally finishing the last of her homework the trio departed for home. Marinette was flipping through her sketchbook again looking at all the quick designs she had created during class. So invested in her work she didn’t register that someone was waiting outside the bakery for her.

“Hey, Marinette,” Marinette looked up to see Alya standing next to the shop door, “I don’t know if you’re busy or even want to see me but I was hoping we could talk.”

“Oh…uh sure. I guess.” Marinette didn’t know what to make of this. She had let go of her grudge against the class long ago. It was too much effort to keep mad at people that didn’t mean anything significant to her anymore.

The girls walked upstairs to the living area and sat down on the couch.

Several moments passed of them sitting there not quite looking at each other. Tikki bumped around in Marinette’s purse to get her attention. Someone needs to break the ice.

“So,” Marinette hated that it had to be her, “What did you want to talk to me about?”

“Right,” Alya sighed, “It’s um...well I...sorry. I do have something to say I’m just panicking.”

“That is a fat mood.” Marinette mumbled under her breath. Alya must have heard her cause she snorted softly.

“I wanted to come by and say that I’ve been thinking a lot lately.” Alya said, “Mainly about your departure from the school and your allegations against Lila.”

“Have you now?”

“Yes.” Alya met her eyes with determination, “I was wrong. I was wrong about you and I was wrong about Lila. She’s not at all who she claims to be.”

“Is that so? How’d you come to that conclusion?” Marinette couldn’t help the sarcasm. It was the only way to disguise the glimmer of hope blossoming in her chest.

“The day that you and Lila got into that whole fight and it looked like you stole everyone’s stuff I thought I had a pretty clear picture. It wasn’t anything pretty and I didn’t want to believe it but the facts as they were presented led me to an assumption. Then when you actually left the school I started to rethink some things. Cause I know you. You’re strong and brave. You are not one to back down from a fight and I don’t know you to intentionally start them for something as petty as jealousy.” Alya was fidgeting with a curl in her hair.

“So you’ve changed your mind?” Marinette pried.

“I did my research.” Alya’s voice had taken an edge, “I started having my doubts about Lila when you left and then not two weeks after you were gone she was still saying stuff about you. Trying to spread rumors that I just didn’t buy. Like, she tried to say you used cheat codes during the gaming tournament a couple months back? I’ve played against you. You do not cheat. You got steamed when you noticed I used one once. Then there was some crap about you stealing your derby hat design from a sketch she did and I knew she had to be lying. One, because I know your signature style. Two, I’ve seen your sketchbook with the design in it. And three, she wasn’t even here! She was still living abroad when all this happened.”

“I think Adrien told me about those lies too. I figured that everyone would just believe them like they believed all her other outlandish claims.”

“Oh, yes, I debunked the heck out of all those.” Alya tapped her phone. “Did some research and I was able to prove half of the things she had told us were untrue in ten minutes of searching. I honestly can’t believe anyone ever believed it. Including me.”

Alya’s hands shook and she looked at Marinette with tear filled eyes, “I should have listened to you. I should have believed in my best friend but when the time came for me to have your back I didn’t. I let Lila drive you out of school with her lies and her manipulation of our class and I cannot begin to tell you how sorry I am. I should have never doubted you and I sure as heck shouldn’t have got in your face about it.”

“Alya--”

“No. Let me finish. You need to hear this.” Alya took a deep breath and wiped away her tears, “I am so sorry, Marinette. You’re my best friend and I treated you like a misbehaving child. Even if you don’t forgive me or want anything to do with me after today I’ll understand. I just wanted to let you know that you mean so much to me and I’m sorry I let someone else come between our friendship.”

“Alya,” Marinette reached for her hand, “I forgive you. I think I forgave you a long time ago. Also, if we’re doing apologies then I suppose I should say sorry for smashing a muffin on your head. It was the frustration lashing out and I shouldn’t have done something so stupidly boorish.”

“Girl, do not even try to apologize for that. If the positions were reversed I probably would have done the same if not something even more barbaric. I had it coming with how I acted anyways.” Alya laughed dryly.

“Doesn’t mean I don’t still feel guilty about it.” Marinette sighed. “Does this mean that we’re okay now? You still want to be friends with me?”

“I should be the one asking you that.” Alya said, “Can you still want to be friends with the world’s crappiest best friend?”

“No. I want to be friends with the girl who loves me enough to swallow her pride and take the time to rethink her ways and ask for forgiveness. That girl is pretty awesome.”

“I’m gonna cry again.” Alya took off her glasses and pressed her eyes into her hands, “I freaking love you, Marinette.”

“I love you too,” Marinette hugged her best friend. “You can make up for the emotional distress by letting me whip your butt at Ultimate Mecha Strike.”

“Deal.”

After a few more minutes of tears and assurances that everything was better between them again they moved onto video games. Alya filled her in on all that was going on at the school and ranting about the lies Lila was telling. She was pretty sure that Lila’s lies were losing their credibility with every new fib. She would be shocked if anyone in class was believing in her anymore. Not that anyone had the guts to call her out. That little liar would probably just pile on even more to confuse them.

“I am so tired, Marinette,” Alya dramatically dropped her head into Marinette’s lap.

“Tired of getting beat?” Marinette smirked.

“Not that. I’m tired of the emotional strain that has become my life. With you gone things at school and at home have been bleak and boring and too annoying to even care about anymore. Everyone has been in a haze for weeks and it is really starting to take its toll.”

“It’ll get better eventually.” Marinette patted her head, “How about we go downstairs and grab some emotional support macarons from the bakery?”

“Yes! Please! I’ve been too awkward to come here since you left and I am dying for those macarons.”

“Your cravings shall not go unsated anymore. Salted caramel, right?”

“You know it.”

Marinette stepped out of the living room and into the stairwell. Once she closed the door she started doing a little giddy dance. Alya believed her! Alya knows the truth! Alya and Marinette are friends again! Yes! Yes! Best! Day! Ever!

“I’m glad you and Alya are friends again, Marinette.” Tikki zipped into the air, “It looks like you are too.”

“I missed her so much, Tikki. I didn’t realize just how much until today. Even more I’m just glad she knows the truth now. I feel like this weight has been lifted off my shoulders having her with me again.”

“That’s great! You deserve it.” Tikki nestled her head against Marinette’s cheek, “Now how about you sneak me one of those macarons too?”

“Sure, Tikki,” Marinette grabbed an assortment of macarons from the shop and excitedly told her parents about how she and Alya were friends again. They were happy to hear it. They had missed having Alya around too. Not that they didn’t adore her new friends but they knew that there would truly only be one Alya in Marinette’s life.

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“ALYA AND I MADE UP!” Adrien almost fell off the couch as Marinette’s delighted shrieks blasted over the phone.

“That’s great.” He righted himself, “What happened?”

“She came over and we talked and she said that she believed me about Lila and--I am just really happy right now!” He could practically hear her happy little bounces through the phone.

“Is that Dupain-Cheng?” Chloe asked him.

“Yes,” he tried to push Chloe away politely, “Her and Alya made up.”

“Gimme that.” Chloe pulled the phone from his hands. “Dupain-Cheng, what did she say to you? It’s Chloe, who else? What did Alya say to you? Did she mention anything about exposing Lila? Okay. Good. That’s none of your concern. Goodbye.”

She hung up.

“Chloe!” Adrien took his phone back, “Why did you highjack my phone call?”

“Shh, working,” Chloe was on her phone and dialing someone. “Hey, listen closely because I--do not hang up on me, Cesaire! Do you want to expose Lila or not? Yes I know she’s a liar, please try to keep up. I think we could help one another. My place, tomorrow, bring your research and don’t breathe a word of this to anyone. Bye.”

“What was that?”

“Insurance that all my work doesn’t go down the drain with one stupid blog post.” Chloe sighed as she leaned back on the couch, “Come here, I wanna post a selfie of us.”

“I am still highly confused as to what just happened. I thought we weren’t going to focus on the project tonight.” Adrien scooted closer so they could both fit their faces into the screen. “Oh wow, we look like clouds.”

“I love these Korean face masks,” Chloe took a couple photos before posting one on her Instagram. “Spa night with @adrienagrestebrand #weareclouds #treatmyself”

“I needed this.” Adrien relaxed as they hit play on Haunted Cabin III: The Cursed Lake. “I can’t remember our last spa/movie night.”

It was a monthly thing for Adrien and Chloe dating back to when they were little kids. They would have a relaxing spa treatment, pig out on the couch, and riff bad horror movies all night before crashing at four AM. It was one of the only times Adrien could get his father’s permission for a sleepover.

“I still think you should have done more than just a clear coat on your mani-pedi. I got actual gold flakes in my manicure.” Chloe flashed her sparkly nails. “We could have matched.”

“You know my father doesn’t like it when I wear nail polish. Last time I came home with painted nails he had Nathalie read me the riot act because it didn’t look professional.” Adrien sighed, “Also, we already have matching robes, face masks, headbands, and slippers. Do we really need more?”

“You forgot the foot massagers.” Chloe kicked off her slippers and stuck her feet in the quietly rumbling machine. “And the answer is always yes.”

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Perfect Imperfection

Perfect Imperfection| part one

Characters: Jaemin x female lead, Chenle x female lead (the girl will go by the name of Aeri)

Genre: fluff, angst, writer!au, highschool!au

Word count: 2.8 K

Summary: Aeri is the teenager who writes. Finding inspiration in anything surrounds her, her ideas go wild once she meets the perfect character, Na Jaemin. As a writer becomes obsessive with their favourite character, Aeri grows a weird passion for the bright boy. However, she's so focused on painting Jaemin as perfectly as possible, that she ignores the furry of fiery hair that takes her to night walks and shows her secret places around the town. Despite knowing everything, she forgets that playing with fire means getting burnt. And that sometimes, when we remember to stop, it's too late.

part one》 part two》 part three

"You can't possibly expect me to accept your chocolate milk as apology for hitting me with a basketball, Hyuck." I sigh as try to figure out my time table.

"Oh c'mon, I didn't even hit you that ha-..."

"What was your name again?" I tease him, furrowing my eyebrows as soon as I realize that tomorrow I literally had two classes at the same time. "What the hell?"

"What's wrong?" Jeno asks me, peaking over my left shoulder to look at the paper in my hands. "Wow, sociology and physics at the same time? I knew you were an ace but that's a bit extra terrestrial."

I sigh.

"Tell me about it." I say. "I didn't even want to take physics this year but apparently, the principal made the other choice be chemistry."

I turn around to face Jeno with clear despair written across my face. Dramatic as I absolutely adored to be.

"And I hate chemistry."

"I know, hun." He sighs, knowing about my absolute lack of desire to study chemistry. "You should go to the secretary so you can solve this. I'll ask Jeongin to cover this class for you."

I smile and hug him tightly.

"Thanks, Jen, you're the best." I say and run towards the other end of the school hall, ready to get my shit together for the first time during the new school year.

As I was preparing myself to enter the office, the door suddenly opened, making me step back in bewilderment. A hazelnut-haired boy stepped out of the room, a sweet smile plastered on his lips. His puppy-like eyes made him look young, maybe even younger than me, but his body figure was saying something else. He was definitely new, judging by his clothes. Really, nobody bothers to dress fancy around here, unless they want to prove something. And this boy was too good-looking to have anything else to prove, except the fact that he's willed to study and be nice to everyone.

Fun.

All my thoughts vanished when we made eye contact, finally making me aware of my physical presence there, reminding me that I am not some ghost that he can't see and I can't keep staring at him forever.

However, he simply nodded his head in apology for startling me and left. I shruged it off and entered the office, ignoring that spark deep inside that was telling me he was perfect.

By the end of the school week, I actually manage to realize I wasn't missing it that much. The one and only thing that I was missing about school was the incredible desire to write that it was giving me. I could write novels and novels... just so I don't have to do my homework. I would write wherever, whenever. During classes, during lunch, with my friends or alone. It didn't matter. If I was getting stroken by some heavenly idea, there was nothing that could stop me.

The perfect character.

That's what I was doing too when Renjun came to me this evening, while I was sitting on the edge of the basketball court. He sat near me in silence for a few minutes, before actually voicing out the actual reason why he came in the first place.

"The writing contest is starting again soon." He says and I nod. "But miss Kang told me she doesn't want you to participate."

I turn around to face him, my eyes wide in disbelief. This contest has been one of my greatest motivations ever since middle school and I can't let her take this away from me. Why would miss Kang even do that? She loves me. Or at least so I thought? Have I done something wrong? Did I annoy her with my infinite questions regarding the use of tenses or anything of this kind? Hell, I knew I should've kept it lowkey...

"What? She can't do tha-..."

"I'm not done yet." Renjun says calmly. "She doesn't want you to participate because you'd win anyway."

I smile softly and sigh. Renjun has always been somehow gentle but ruthless at the same time. And he's my only friend who truly understands my passion for writing. Not necessarily because he'd be passionate about this too, but because he's interested in understanding the people around him. And honestly, that's one of the things that make him such a great blessing.

"So she told me to ask you if you'd like to be one of the judges." He continues and I look at him bewildered once again.

"She what?" I ask surprised.

"I know you heard it the first time." He smiles. "Is that an yes?"

"Oh my God, Renjun, this is... this is..."

My dream ever since I was like 12.

"Insane." I finish my sentence.

Renjun smiles in response as I close my eyes and sigh, trying to collect myself.

"So I think you accept the offer-..."

"Of course I do!" I say maybe a bit too loud.

I smile awkwardly, telepathically apologizing for startling him with my loud voice. He shrugs.

"Cool then." He says standing up. "I'll see you around."

***

"The try-outs for the basketball team are on Thursday and I barely heard anybody being interested in coming." Jeno sighs while sticking a poster on the notice board.

"Don't worry, I'm sure people will come." I say as I hand him another poster. "The basketball team is pretty cool after all."

"Because I'm part of it." He smiles sheepishly and I punch his arm. "Didn't hurt at all."

I stick my tongue out to him but he doesn't seem to notice.

"Why doesn't Renjun want to join?" I ask him and he shrugs.

"He's actually doing a pretty good job as unofficial manager so I can't really mind." My bestfriend says, looking at the posters he has pinned so far. "How many do we have left?"

"About ten." I say looking at the posters in my hands.

Jeno sighs. I wish I could do something to lift his mood. I wish I could make him believe the try-outs aren't going to be crappy, but I am not too sure about it myself. He loves the basketball team so much and he would certainly do almost anything for it. The passion that he has is inspiring, but sometimes, it's too much for his own good. However, I guess it doesn't really matter as long as he loves his job, does it?

"Let's go and stick those at each of the entrances and the notice board from outside." He says and I head towards the entrance of the building.

As I prepare to go around the corner, heading to the entrance hall, I suddenly bump into somebody, making me fall on the ground with all the posters that I was initially holding flying around me.

"Crap, I'm so sorry!" I hear somebody saying and the next thing I know is that somebody helps me stand up.

The hazelnut-haired boy I met on the first day of school at secretary's office.

Looking even finer than back then.

"Are you okay?" He asks me, waking me up from my thoughts once again.

I nod as I bend down to gather the posters. The hazelnut-haired boy rushes to help me, handing me the posters that he's gathered when we're done.

"Aeri, what ha-... oh, Jaemin? What are you doing here?" I hear Jeno asking as soon as he approaches us.

Jaemin? So that's the name of the hazelnut-haired boy?

But how does my bestfriend know him?

"I realized I'd left in my locker some books that I need so I came to take them." The boy in front of me answers with a bright smile on his lips.

God, he's gorgeous.

"Oh, the try-outs for the basketball team?" Jaemin asks pointing towards the posters in my hand. "I'm thinking of giving it a chance, to be honest..."

"Really?" Jeno says. "That would be awesome, we're actually pretty much in need of people at the moment."

"I guess I'll come then." Jaemin says happily. "Ah, do you guys need help with sticking these?"

"Well, unless you have anything else to do, sure, why not?" Jeno smiles, looking at me and reassuring me it's fine.

Fine.

"I'm Jaemin, by the way." He says, extending his hand in front of me, a charming smile plastered on his lips.

"Aeri." I say, shaking his hand.

"Wait, you're the girl from the secretary office, right?" He asks and I feel my face heating in embarassment.

"Uh... yeah..." I say and he chuckles.

"I was in a rush back then, I didn't even realize that I hadn't stopped to apologize for bumping into you." He says and a small smile makes its way up to my lips.

"Nah, that's alright."

We finish pinning up the posters while having small talk and Jaemin proves himself to be an actual kind and funny guy, which didn't surprise me that much. I could tell by his bright smile and the sparkles in his eyes that he had something special. That he would be somebody worth writing about. But there was a part of me that couldn't believe him. It couldn't believe his perfect fit for a prince from the fairytales. There had to be something twisted about him. A hidden side of him. And I was ready to find out what that was about.

***

I try to gather up my things as fast as possible after the physics class, pretty bothered by the fact that I didn't understand half of today's lesson. Well, true, that might also be because I was sketching out some ideas on my writing notebook rather than paying complete attention to the class. As I try to make my way out of the class, I bump into somebody. Why do I have to bump into somebody everyday lately? I drop my books like a loser and mentally slap myself for not taking time to put them in my backpack instead of deciding to carry them in my hands. I rush to gather them all and my eyes meet a furry of firey hair and I feel myself smiling.

Zhong Chenle. The actual sun of my year. And not just because of his newly dyed orange hair, but also because of his blinding-bright personality.

I've never been close to him, to be honest. We have never been closer than classmates are supposed to be because I simply couldn't find any reason for me to do otherwise. He was smiling to everybody, friends with everybody and nice to everybody. But at the same time, he belonged to no one, which is why I personally thought his new hair colour suited him perfectly, he was like the sun: warm but at the same time, far, far away.

He lifts his head to look at me while gathering his books and gives me a small smile that, if I didn't know him at all, I would take as a playboyish smirk. But no, that's simply his natural smile.

"Haven't seen anybody rushing so much out of the class lately." He chuckles. "You okay?"

"Just trying to leave the bad energy behind as soon as possible." I say and his loud laugh echoes in the class, some of the other kids throwing him annoyed glares. But he didn't care.

"People use to tell me all the bad energy dissappears when I step into the room." Chenle says and it's my turn to chuckle.

"Well, I guess the level of bad energy from this specific class is too much for you to handle."

I stand up and he does the same. I look at him and smile without being able to hold back. Then, I leave. But if I had looked behind me just once, I would have seen him looking back.

That evening, Jeno and Donghyuck came over with a box of cookies freshly baked by Jeno's mom. She loves me and Hyuck loves her cookies, therefore the combination. Despite the fact that it was supposed to be a study night, we end up talking about random things while emptying the cookie box.

"So, are you still writing if you're not in the writing contest?" Donghyuck asks me, his chipmunk cheeks stuffed with cookies, crumbs around his mouth.

"Of course." I say smiling. "I'm not writing just for contests."

"A mundane like you wouldn't understand." Jeno adds and I laugh at the sight of Hyuck's frown which made him look like an annoyed squirrel.

"As if you're not a mundane too..." he mutters.

"I am one of the chosen mundanes." Jeno smirks and Donghyuck rolls his eyes, making me roll back on my bed in laughter.

"Maybe... I would understand better if I saw..." I hear Hyuck saying and before I can react, I hear him standing up and heading towards my desk.

Heck no.

"Don't you dare, Lee Donghyuck!" I shout as I stumble towards him.

But I'm not fast enough. He picks up my notebook from my desk and opens it with pure curiosity on his face.

"Hyuck, Hyuckie, please just don't, it's really personal-..."

"Newton's first law of motion predicts the behavior of objects for which all existing forces are balanced." He reads and I stop in the midst of my action. "I mean... it's truly personal. So personal that I think I have written the same thing in my physics class last year."

He shrugs.

"Did you change the covers so I couldn't recognize which of these is your writing notebook?" He asks, searching through the tower of books and notebooks that was sitting peacefully on my desk. "That's actually really smart!"

However, all I can do is stare at the notebook in horror. I have certainly never written anything related to my school subjects in that notebook so how did that de-...

Wait a second.

I pick up the notebook Donghyuck originally opened and I flip its pages, searching for anything familiar. Anything that might assure me this belongs to me.

This is not my handwriting.

The physics class. The physics class. The physics-...

I freeze.

Class.

"Crap!" I mutter and both Hyuck and Jeno look at me confused.

"What's up?" Donghyuck asks. "Look, I mean... it's cool that you write about Newton's second law in your writing notebook but-..."

He stops when he sees me franatically shaking my head.

"That." I point towards the foreign notebook sitting on my desk like a cursed thing. "That isn't mine."

"Then whose is it?" Jeno asks confused. "It looks exactly like your notebook."

I know, right?

"It's Chenle's." I say but my voice comes out as a terrified whisper.

"Wait what?" Hyuck says, almost choking on his cookie. "Chenle? As in Zhong Chenle? That carrot head in your year who laughs louder than the fire alarm?"

I nod, too shocked to laugh at his funny but accurate description of my classmate.

"Why do you have his notebook?" Jeno asks.

I cover my face with hands and sigh, then take a deap breath to explain the situation to them as shortly as possible.

"We bumped into each other and I think we accidentally took each other's notebook." I say as the realisation hits me. "Guys, he has my writing notebook!"

I fall on the floor of my bedroom.

"I am screwed." I cry. "If he reads it, my life is over."

"Why?" Donghyuck asks confused. "Did you write about him-...?"

"No, you don't understand!" I shout. "Those ideas, those words, anything that I write there, all of it is... it's... it's personal! It's a piece of my that I wouldn't give to anybody-..."

I break off.

"Hey, it's alright, ask him to return it to you tomorrow." Jeno says, trying to calm me down but for the first time, it's useless.

"No no no, if I tell him that, he'll be fully aware of the fact that the notebook doesn't belong to him and his curiosity might make him read it-... DAMN what should I do?" I say as I pace around my room, massaging my head.

Suddenly, an idea pops in my head.

I turn towards my friend.

"Hyuckieee, my favourite friend... you know I love you so dearly..."

"Okay, what's up with that cringey smile and disgustingly fake affectionate words?" He asks, taking a step back.

"You'd help me right? I'm your friend and you love me so you'd help me, right? Right, Hyuck?" I ask, stepping closer to him.

His eyes widden in terror.

"For fuck's sake, Aeri, just say whatever you need, you know I hate when you do this."

I chuckle. That was the point after all.

"Give me Chenle's address." I demand. "As soon as possible."

"I don't know it." He shrugs.

"But you can find it out." I smile sweetly and he rolls his eyes.

I put on a dark hoodie while Donghyuck taps something on his phone. Jeno watches us patiently, moving his gaze between me and Hyuck occasionally.

"I texted you the address." He says, putting his phone back in the pocket of his black jeans. "But what are you gonna do? Break into his house?"

"Wait, Aeri, you're not gonna break into his house, are you?"

He chuckles and I say nothing as I take Chenle's notebook and my phone and head towards the door. When Hyuck realizes I haven't answered his question, his chuckles suddenly stop.

"Of course not." I say smiling. "Just surprise him. See you guys later!"

I close the door behind me, leaving them alone in my room.

"Was that really Chenle's address?" Jeno asks after some time.

"Nope." Donghyuck answers shifting.

Jeno looks at him expectantly.

"Jaemin's." He continues, an innocent smile on his lips.

Jeno sighs but smiles shortly after, shaking his head, amuzed by the whole situation.

"C'mon, man." He says standing up. "We have to visit the Zhong ressidence tonight."

A/N: Hello, everybody! This is my first tumblr fic, did you enjoy the first part? How do you feel about it so far? I'll update soon!

hailene x

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thoughts {13.3.19 // 10.23am}

I am such an emotional wreck right now & I feel pathetic

never thought there’d be a day I cried at work

man I could really do with a holiday overseas or at least interstate right now; I need a refresh

so bloated today & feeling genuinely gross

am I burning myself out

love pay day

sort of just want to drop of the face of the earth again

could really do with a smoke & a movie right now

rip myself

really want to go shopping but also really don’t want to spend money

can I just feel like my normal bubbly self, I can’t stand when I’m all depressed like this it kills me

when the problem is inside you so you can't run away from it :(

have been desperate to draw lately so I think it’s time to get a sketch pad

started reading a new book last night & I feel weird because I haven’t finished my other one & I really don’t like reading more than one book at a time

damn I could do with a hug & cuddle right

the timing in my life is simply impeccable; impeccably shit

trying to think of things I can do to help lift my mood & I’m really struggling; my mind just ends up eating away at me whatever I’m doing

can’t wait to move out of my apartment now. I’m so over it. I just want a separate bedroom & living area.

I need to go out again & socialise; I let myself become such an isolated hermit crab & I’m an idiot for it. So thankful I have such beautiful friends back home who understand & will always be there when I need

I’m so big fml

here we go again; looking for external factors I can change & alter to provide a sense of change to attempt to overcome things I need to get over that have changed

I hate being negative like this but I feel so down right now

this week I must self-care lots

very keen to get my hair done; what shall I do

rip-iddy-do-da

oh man I would totally love to drive to a far away beach & read, do yoga, sleep & create art. If I end up going home early & not staying at work that is what I shall do.

this just in folks - do not live by yourself in an apartment & isolate yourself from your friends and/or rely on one person because it is a disaster waiting to happen

#personal #thoughts

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ko-chan-the-blueberry-donut · 7 years

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O Fortuna Chapter 1: Enter Jackady

Karin: here’s another miraculous story from me. It’s Canon divergence. Also, no Adrien and Alya ARE NOT a couple in this—Nino just assumes they are cause he doesn’t know they’re Chat Noir and Ladybug and that’s why they spend so much time together. There’s a little bit of Nino crushing on Marinette in the beginning but that won’t be long.

Title: O Fortuna

Rating: T

Pairing(s): Adrien/Marinette, Alya/Nino

Summary: Faced with failure, Marinette Dupain-Cheng surrendered the Ladybug Miraculous to one Alya Cesaire, and planned to live a normal life. However, one cannot run from destiny. Seeing the Cat Miraculous on his son’s finger, Gabriel decides to no longer stand by and realizes if Fu can choose warriors, so can he. Peacock Marinette. Mentor Gabriel

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“Just as treasures are uncovered from the earth, so virtue appears from good deeds, and wisdom appears from a pure and peaceful mind. To walk safely through the maze of human life, one needs the light of wisdom and the guidance of virtue.”

—Budda

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Chapter One: Enter Jackady

For as long as she could remember, Marinette was always considered to be average. She did all right in school, she was polite and always respectful, and never caused any trouble. No one would expect this girl to be extraordinary.

And she simply wasn’t. She had the chance, but she had given it away. Perhaps if Alya Cesaire hadn’t remembered to bring her bag with her that day Marinette slipped the Ladybug Miraculous into her bag, things might’ve been different. Marinette would’ve became something special.

However, that’s not how things went, and Alya had gladly accepted the strange gift from an unknown stranger and taken the duty of being a hero off of her shoulders. Marinette was free from being in the spotlight and allowed to live a normal life—as it should be in her mind.

But that wasn’t destiny. And destiny has a way of righting itself—whether Marinette likes it or not.

It was simply meant to be.

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Marinette furrowed her brow in concentration as she sat in her room, sketching out a recent design in her mind. Her hands were covered in pencil lead from all the smudging she was doing, but she didn’t seem to care. She was in her element. Creating designs was like composing a melody only she knew. The notes danced in her mind as she delicately sketched each stitch with love.

“Marinette?” Sabine opened her trap door, curious. Seeing her child in her usual spot made Sabine smile. Marinette yelped and toppled off the bed, startled by the sudden intrusion. Sabine giggled and approached her daughter, who was collecting the fallen papers quickly, shy about people seeing her work. Sabine kneeled down to the floor and stroke some of Marinette’s hair out of her face.

“You’re always up here sketching.” Sabine said fondly. “Why don’t you ever hang out with friends, sweetie?” she questioned. Marinette blushed, and looked to the floor, clutching her sketches protectively to her chest.

“I don’t really have any friends, Maman.” Marinette responded, a bit shy. Sabine raised an eyebrow.

“No friends? You seemed to get along well with that Alya girl—what happened to that?” the question made Marinette flinch. Memories of giving away a small red and black god to another surfaced in her mind. The failure of being a hero. The desire to be normal making her distance herself to a confused Alya. She passed the torch—that’s all she was meant to do. To be friends with the girl who was secretly Ladybug seemed too dangerous to her normalcy. To her guilt and failure that she didn’t want to remember. Every time she saw how tired Alya was, she couldn’t help but feel even more guilty. Every bruise, every scratch—all she could remember was how it should’ve been her.

No, she couldn’t be friends with Alya. No matter how much the other girl wants her to.

“She found other friends.” Marinette mumbled. It was true. She became really close with Adrien soon after she received the Ladybug Miraculous from Marinette. It had killed any self-confidence she had in hoping Adrien would like her back one day, and she had taken down all the photos of him in her room, deciding to move on and just go to school to learn.

Sabine frowned and hugged her child. She knew Marinette was painfully shy so it was extremely hard for her to make friends. She was hoping when Marinette came home talking about a girl she met in class she got along with it would develop into a strong friendship, but it seems now it was unlikely.

“Maman, don’t worry.” Marinette pulled away, smiling in reassurance. “I’m happy by myself. It gives me more time to work on my designs.” she gestured to all the designs hung up around her room, along with the many fabrics laid on her desk and a dress form in the corner.

“I know, sweetie.” Her mother kissed her forehead. She walked towards the computer desk with all her fabrics cluttered on the surface and began to organize them for Marinette. Her eyes caught sight of a piece of paper on the desk with writing on it, not her daughter’s scrawl, and curiously picked it up. “What’s this?”

“Huh? Oh, that’s just an address for the studio Nino is going to be performing at for some contest. Alya gave it to me in case I thought I’d want to go…” Marinette trailed off, not wanting to think about how she was being unfair to Alya by constantly refusing her friendship with excuses.

Sabine furrowed her brow in confusion. If the girl was giving her this, then maybe she still wanted friendship with Marinette after all? Perhaps her daughter just didn’t know how to respond to someone who wants to be friends with her and that’s why she never goes out.

“Well, you did all your chores today, so why don’t you go?” Sabine encouraged. Marinette turned to her, eyes wide.

“What?” she blinked. “Why would I do that Maman? I am not close with any of them. It would feel too weird.” Marinette explained. Sabine quirked an eyebrow at that. She knew her daughter was shy, but did she really despised social interaction that much?

Absently stroking her daughter’s fabrics, a light bulb went off in her head as an idea formed. Sabine schooled her face into a teasing, coy expression.

“You know Marinette…” she began, still petting the fabrics. “Your father and I noticed you are running low on fabric. How would you feel if we pick up some tomorrow?” this caused Marinette’s ears to perk up.

“Really Maman?” Marinette asked excited. “Usually you make me save up for fabric—are you sure?” Marinette checked. Sabine chuckled.

“Of course! We love to spoil you sometimes.” Sabine said, picking up the piece of paper once more. “If,” she stressed, holding up the piece of paper to her daughter’s face, “You go out and have fun with friends today.” She smirked.

Marinette’s eyes widened before her eyes became narrowed.

“Maman! You cheat.” she pouted. Sabine just smiled, waving the paper innocently. Marinette prepared to decline the bribe, but the thought of getting new fabric without paying for it was very tempting. In fact, she could actually get a good quality fabric out of this for her new project.

‘I’ll just keep interactions to a minimum.’ Marinette told herself. She grinned at her mother and took the paper. Her mother smiled back.

“You’re all right walking by yourself?” Her mother asked her. Marinette nodded as she slipped on a white over sweater robe that reached her mid thigh and the sleeves reached past her elbow over her cherry blossom pink tank top. She wore black leggings and put on black three inch heeled combat boots good for walking.

“It will be fine, Maman.” She told her mother. She grabbed her purse and headed towards her trap door, waving goodbye to her mother.

Besides, how bad could it be?

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Nino cracked his knuckles nervously as he waited his turn to be called on The Challenge. Adrien and the Gorilla were beside him with support as Alya had a babysitting job today. Adrien patted his shoulder in comfort.

“Relax man—I’m sure you’ll do fine.” Adrien said. Nino fidgeted with his hands.

“Hopefully dude. Hopefully.” He replied

“Oh come on, you got me here for support.” Adrien took ahold of Nino’s shoulders. “You’ll be fine. You’re an awesome DJ.”

Nino was about to reply when a girl with midnight hair pulled in pigtails showed up gasping for breath, her hands on her knees.

“Sorry I’m late!” she apologized. She looked up with her bright blue eyes and Nino and Adrien saw it was Marinette Dupain-Cheng from their class. The girl was always a loner, so to see her here was a surprise to both boys. She looked around nervously, as if she was forgetting something. “W-where’s Alya?” she asked.

“Uh… babysitting duty.” Nino answered, placing his hand behind his head. Marinette looked like she entered panic mood. Her eyes immediately went downcast.

“Um… sorry… Alya invited me…” she mumbled out. She wrung her hands together nervously, and surprisingly, it calmed Nino down to see someone as nervous as him and he wasn’t alone. Pushing his anxiety aside, he went to reassure the girl.

“It’s okay, dude. I don’t mind you being here.” He told her. Marinette perked her head up a little, still looking like she felt out of place. “Honest! If I knew you were coming I would’ve dressed better—I mean! Uh…” Nino stuttered. He remembered the crush he had on Marinette, but for some reason when Adrien, Alya, and him tried to invite her to the zoo (Nino was hoping it could be a double date, despite Alya and Adrien’s denials that they weren’t a couple, but come on, they were really close!), but she turned them down, squeaking and running away hurriedly.

Surprisingly, Marinette seemed to smile, though a little unsure, and it made Nino’s heart beat a little faster.

“You look fine to me.” She said quietly. Nino and Adrien grinned at her, ready to welcome her into their group.

“Nino! You’re up!” the announcer called. Nino grinned at them and waved before going onto the set to perform his challenge. Adrien stepped closer to Marinette, hoping he didn’t intrude on her space.

“Glad you were able to make it.” He said. Marinette jumped a little as she wasn’t expecting him to talk to her. Her heart began to pound and her palms got a little sweaty.

“U-um yeah. Alya invited me and I thought why not and here I am…” Marinette replied, not looking at him. Her anxiety was heightened with being around so many people she didn’t really know. She hadn’t spoken to him one on one since he asked her about what she thought about Chat Noir after the Evillustrator incident.

“That’s awesome. It’s always good to see you, Marinette.” Adrien said genuinely. He wished he could get the girl to open up to them more as she always seemed so quiet and shy. Alya had told him many times on late night patrols as Ladybug and Chat Noir on how she thought it was so cute that Marinette was so shy, but she wished she could help her with her confidence more. Every time Chloe picks on her, Alya is always there to defend her, but despite all of the attention, Marinette just seems to shrink away from their group. Adrien wondered if maybe she didn’t like them, but he reasoned that Marinette was always nice to them, even if avoidant at times. He asked Plagg about it but he just said humans are weird and asked for cheese.

Maybe with this, she can get closer to them and they all can be good friends. He knows what it’s like not to have friends for so long, and he didn’t want another person to suffer like he did.

He thought on how much his life has changed since he had gotten the Black Cat Miraculous. He got to go to public school, he made many new friends in his classmates, and had gotten really close friends like Alya and Nino. Having found out that Alya had somehow gotten the Ladybug Miraculous had caused the two to have to get to know each other very well (to the point where people assume they are dating, but they have to keep telling people they’re strictly platonic). However, he remembers freaking out at first from her appearance, as he had worried what had happened to his previous partner. Alya, on the other hand, had no clue what he was talking about and said the earrings just appeared in her bag one day. He was filled with disappointment, wondering if he did something wrong to make the previous Ladybug quit, but Tikki had reassured him it wasn’t because of him, and instead said she had her reasons. Unfortunately, that was all she decided to tell him, filling him with even more sadness that he doesn’t know the girl’s identity. He wonders if the previous Ladybug ever thinks of him like he does her. Tikki said it was best not to dwell on the previous Ladybug but he couldn’t help himself.

“Thank you.” Marinette said, blushing and looking at the floor.

“Congrats Nino! You won! We’ll see you next week to perform your next challenge!” the announcer yelled, drawing Marinette and Adrien’s attention. Both of them clapped for Nino as he grinned at them from the stage. He raced off the stage to fist bump Adrien.

“Told you you could do it.” Adrien told him smugly. Nino rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, yeah. You were right.”

“Up next is Jacques Grimault!” the announcer called. A man in a purple suit jacket stepped forward. The announcer put his arm around the Jacques. “He’s a hypnotist! He can make you do anything he wants!”

“Er, actually, I don’t like using hypnotism that way.” Jacques responded meekly, taking out some playing cards. The announcer ignored him.

“So Jacques! Your task is to bring a very elusive celebrity to this set! Everyone welcome fashion genius Gabriel Agreste!”

Suddenly the screen showed Gabriel Agreste’s stern face. Nino looped an arm around Adrien in excitement.

“Dude! That’s your dad.” He exclaimed. Adrien smiled.

“What is this show? I was told this was an interview.” Gabriel said, not too pleased with being fooled.

“Now, Mr. Grimault! See if you can get Gabriel Agreste to come to the show with your hypnotism!”

“I told you, I don’t use hypnotism that way.” Jacques repeated.

“Aw, I guess you’re a shy hypnotist! Isn’t that funny Mr. Agreste?” the announcer smiled to the camera.

“Hilarious.” Gabriel deadpanned. “Your show is pathetic, and so is your contestant. Control me? Never.” With that, Gabriel signed off. Adrien shook his head.

“That’s my father, alright.” He said gloomily.

“Well, looks like you failed in bringing Mr. Agreste here, Mr. Grimault!” the announcer cheerfully stated. “You fail!”

“W-wait! But I didn’t even get a chance!” he stuttered out.

With that, the staff took him off the stage and escorted him to the door. Jacques looked downcast at the floor as he dropped his cards. He bent down to pick them up, not noticing the black butterfly flying into one of his playing cards.

“Hello Jackady. I am Hawkmoth…”

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Marinette looked worriedly at the door where Jacques left. She bit her lip, debating whether or not to pursue the man. She knew what it was like to fail in unfair circumstances. She remembered how strict Adrien’s dad can be, and the fact that he didn’t even get Adrien a present for his birthday instead using her scarf she made as a present instead made her not really think highly of him.

“Are you okay?” Adrien asked her, noticing her somber mood. Marinette turned towards him with a frown.

“It’s just… he must’ve worked so hard to get on the show…” she trailed off. Adrien put a hand on her shoulder making her jump. He gave her a look of understanding.

Whatever he was going to say was interrupted by the doors to the studio bursting open and a man wearing a purple and lime green suit walked in with a psychotic grin.

“What in the world?” The announcer asked. The masked man grinned and threw a card at him saying he was now a chicken.

Adrien’s bodyguard rose to action and charged forward.

“Simon says you’re a gorilla!” the akuma called. The card got absorbed into the Gorilla and suddenly he changed directions towards the three teenagers and made gorilla noises. Adrien, Nino, and Marinette yelped as Nino and Adrien ran in opposite directions, Adrien instinctively grabbing Marinette to follow him. The two ended up toppled in the corner.

“You okay?” Adrien asked her. Marinette rubbed her head and nodded. Adrien lead her to a safe corner and made her hide. “You stay here—I’m going to get Nino and we’ll all get out of here.” With that, he was already gone before Marinette could say anything. Marinette pressed her back into the crevice, praying that Adrien and Nino come back soon.

She knew she shouldn’t have gone out today….

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Karin: Well there is the first chapter! What do you think? Let me know!

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plaggplz · 7 years

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Somewhere in Between

AO3 | 1 | 2

I figured I’d write another oneshot for this for ML Fluff Month Day 10: Secret Sleepover

2. One Step Closer

Marinette was in a crumby mood. In the weeks prior, their teachers had been piling on homework, and Chloe's harassment had doubled since she noticed how close Marinette and Adrien were becoming due to Chat Noir’s late night visits every few nights. On that particular day, Chloe was absolutely relentless after she heard that Marinette and Adrien went out to lunch without Nino and Alya. Marinette didn't think it was a date, but Chloe swore that it was and as punishment, "accidentally" ruined her favorite sketchbook. Marinette lost a ton of designs and was not looking forward to spending hours trying to re-write everything she could still salvage from the wreckage, which was what she was doing when Chat knocked on her trap door.

"Come in," she called, not wanting to stop her furious sketching to let him in.

He dropped down onto her bed, "Hi, Princess!"

"Hi," she muttered, not even looking up from her sketchbook.

"How are you today?" he asked, but no answer came, only the sound of her pencil gliding across the paper.

"My Lady?" he climbed down the loft.

No response.

“Princess?" he tried again, moving right behind her.

She didn't notice.

"Marinette," he put his hands on her shoulders.

She looked up at him, bleary-eyed and dazed, "Oh, hey, Kitty."

"Are you alright, My Lady?"

"Oh, yes, of course!" she said not at all convincingly, "I just have to finish transferring these sketches to a new book. I'm almost done." Adrien looked to see that she was barely halfway through.

"And how long have you been working?" he was honestly afraid to hear the answer.

She looked at the clock, "Oh! I didn't realize it was so late. I've been working since dinner." He noticed the empty plate beside her. As least she ate.

"Marinette, that's almost five hours without a break!"

"I know," he could feel her tense up, "It's just Chloe spilled black paint over my entire sketchbook and I had some really good ideas in here, so I wanted to make sure I remembered them all, and the only way to do that is to copy them all into a new sketchbook. But it's taking way longer than I thought. Oh God, I haven't even started the homework!" She scrambled to get to her school bag from across the room, but Adrien grabbed her before she could get to it.

He put a hand on each of her shoulders and turned her to face him, "Hey, it's okay. You can copy mine in the morning, and your sketchbook will still be here tomorrow. Now, you need to focus on sleeping."

"But--"

"Not buts," he said, "just put on your pajamas and I'll wait right here."

She looked as if she might protest, so he added a gentle, "Please," pushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear and effectively convincing her.

"Fine," she grumbled face aflame, "I don't know when you became the responsible one."

He laughed, "Just go."

She stuck her tongue out at him in spite, but ran to do it anyway.

He detransformed while he was waiting for her to come out of the bathroom. Plagg zoomed right to where Tikki sleeps to be with her, and he was left alone to stand in her room. He sometime was still amazed that he was in his Lady's room. They knew each other's identities, and she trusted him enough to welcome him into her home, into her bed. He couldn't believe that it was real, that Ladybug was sitting right behind him the whole time in the form of the sweetest, most amazing girl he's ever known. He didn't know how he got this lucky.

"There, are you happy?" she came out of the bathroom wearing a pink t-shirt and black pajama pants with green paw prints.

He smiled, "Yes, especially since you're wearing Chat Noir pants. He's a pretty great guy."

"Yeah, he is," she agreed, tapping his nose before climbing up to her bed, "He's a bit cheesy sometimes, though..."

He gasped dramatically, "I am not!"

"Oh, you know you are," she yawned, "So, are we going to bed?"

His heart skipped a beat. He doesn't think he'll ever get used to this, "Right! Yeah." He turned off the light, leaving only the moonlight as a guide to where the ladder was. He wished he was transformed so he could have his night vision, but he could make his way on his own. He crawled to the edge of the bed that he usually sleeps on and laid down, "Good night, Bugaboo."

"Night, Kitty." She still looked tense, staring up at the skylight. He had no doubt she would stay up all night worrying if he didn't do something.

"Princess, are you still stressing out?"

She scoffed, "No."

"Yes, you are."

"Fine, yes I am," she gave in "You know me way too well now..."

"Well, it's your fault. You know you're not supposed to feed strays if you don't want them to keep coming back."

"I guess it's a good thing I want you to keep coming back, then."

"Well, that's good, because you're stuck with me now."

"Good."

"Good," he hoped she was blushing as much a he was.

She rolled over to face him, “So, how do you suggest I get rid of this stress?”

He thought of the best way to say what he wanted to. Whenever he was stressed or upset, he usually just wanted someone to hold him in their arms and tell him everything will be okay. He hasn’t actually had someone to do that since his mother. There were so many nights since her disappearance that he longed for touch. It’s not like his father would ever comfort him, and Nathalie only helped in her distant, professional way. Though, he imagined that Marinette had no shortage of hugs and love. She had her parents and Alya. Maybe, she didn’t need him as much as he needed her, but he figured it didn’t hurt to try, "Well, did you know strays are also great for stress relief?"

She lifted her head slightly, raising her eyebrow in silent question.

He opened his arms, inviting her in, to make his intentions clearer.

“Oh,” her eyes widened. Was that a weird thing to suggest? Was he mistaken that they were close enough to do something like that? Oh god, take it back. Take it back!

“Unless you don’t want to,” he blurted out, “I mean we usually wake up like that anyway so I just thought–I don’t know. You can forget I said anything.”

“Adrien,” she said.

“I’m really really sorry if I made you uncomfortable,” he continued, “I don’t want–

“Adrien!” she said louder this time, “I think that, uh, cuddling would help.”

“Yeah?” Adrien said, relieved that he didn’t just ruin everything.

“Yeah,” then, she crawled towards him and slowly wrapped her arms around him, putting her head on his chest. He, in turn, wrapped his arms around her waist. He really hoped she couldn't hear his heart racing.

“You know, I feel better already,” she smiled.

“I’m glad I could help,” he said barely over a whisper, “Good night, Marinette.”

“Good night, Adrien,” she closed her eyes and hugged him tighter, “My kitty.”

Her kitty.

He really liked the sound of that.

#mlfluffmonth #adrienette #adrinette #miraculous ladybug #ml fanfic #mine

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wordsablaze · 7 years

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#11: Exams and Explorations

Match of Magic What if destiny chose soulmates through literal aesthetic matches? What if education fused with impossibility and reality faded away? Dan and Phil must unite, work together and help each other live the best of all the worlds they can…

(Phil POV)

Ouch!

I pull out the stray tree branch that’d fallen into my hair as I walked further up the path but I hadn’t bothered to remove while waving to Dan. I whirl round and duck my head through the glass doors after Dan blushes before promptly hurrying to try and hide himself among all the other students.

Only managing a few steps, I have to stifle a yelp as I trip over someone’s stray fountain pen lying on the floor. Trying to ignore the mildly concerned but wholly unhelpful awkward laughter around me, I speed up and make my way forwards, hoping nobody else trips on it as well, not that they’re as likely as me to do that.

So much for hiding.

It’s easier for Dan to hide anyway; he’s not quite as freakishly tall as I am. Not yet anyway, but who knows? Maybe he’ll have a growth spurt or something. Still, he’s not even nearly as vertically challenged as some of the people I know who can barely reach their lockers.

While I can’t quite become one with the crowd and achieve total immersion like he can, I do manage to hide in plain sight as I slip in to the psychology classroom, taking a seat at the back of the room. I’d love to sit at the front sometime but that’s where all the people who mean something to the weird teacher go anyway so what would I do there?

I don’t think said weird teacher is a massive fan of me, only because he can’t ‘figure me out’, which he, being a psychology professor, doesn’t seem to appreciate.

I watch as everyone piles in, chatting loudly and senselessly exchanging stories simply or the sake of telling them to somebody, anybody, whoever’s walking with them at the time. I glance at them wistfully for a second, then shake my head.

I’m sure I’ll be able to do that with Dan. He’s the best person, ever. With his quixotically soft bold voice, dimples and the jumper sleeves that fall down past his fingertips when he lets his arms hang loosely by his side.

For once, I elect to ignore everyone else and focus on my rather pathetic attempt at what most people would call a sketch, opening the so-called sketchbook to the back and starting to try and draw without thinking too much about it. I’m not exactly the best, or any other kind of, artist, as anyone could tell from every single report I’ve ever gotten from someone with teaching authority, but I can randomly doodle things that vaguely represent what I intended them to be.

My pen smudges as the boy beside me whacks my head with his bag, probably accidentally but I can’t be sure. I wince and try to correct the smudge, then shut my book as Steven scowls at me.

“You.” he mutters darkly, moving to sit in front of me. It’s not as if he has anything against me personally but he is friends with Will and Ken and it’s as if he’s obligated to try and insult people as a part of their friendship. His comment might have really made me feel bad yesterday, or earlier today for that matter, but now I know I have Dan.

I can feel it, inside of me. An ephemeral void, the part of me that glows brighter than a supernova when my matched is by my side. Now I know who that is, I can feel it. I can always feel it. I hope I never stop feeling it.

In the end, I sit alone at the back. Mr Mundiv strolls in with a classical teacher smirk on his face and a fairly huge wad of thick papers in his hand. The entire class groans but I secretly smile, not minding a surprise assessment.

He glances at me with suspicion as he hands me a paper but I smile back, not in the mood to feign anything and create a false veneer of exasperation just so the people in my class ignore my bizarre enthusiasm and leave me alone.

Mr Mundiv brightens, nodding in acknowledgment and handing me the answer paper so I can don’t end up writing on my question booklet.

I have to wait until he starts his timer – the obnoxiously loud, distracting one someone had idiotically super-glued to his desk but clearly hadn’t thought their plan through because now he can irk the spirit out of us with the relentless, jarring ticking.

One look at the questions in front of me and my pen is flowing across the paper with my, according to everyone else, surprisingly neat, scrawled handwriting left in its wake, the black ink filling the page as fast as my fingers can manage. I half wish we could use blue ink but that goes against examination regulations for some reason.

What’s wrong with the colour blue? Or even the colour green? What about rainbow ink? Maybe that’s too much but why does it need to be black?

The girl on the desk in front of me rotates in her seat to check the time about halfway through, then freezes completely as she sees my essay question and compares it to what she’d done – apparently not as much as i have if the panicked expression on her face is anything to go by.

Her entire frame stops moving for a few seconds, her hair falling in front of her face as she considers something. She shoots me a pleading look but I shrug and simply smile with the bitterest expression I can muster, which is still technically a clue if she’s able to recognise it. She sighs and heavily whacks her head on the desk before perking up, evidently catching on to what I was hinting at to her.

I shake my head and carry on with the questions, struggling with a few wayward ones but managing to confidently fill out the majority of them.

After I’ve finished, I pull out my sketchbook and carry on with my rudimentary drawing, not paying too much attention to what it is at first, then realising it’s a majestic pair of wings – that probably could have been even more majestic if I was even remotely skilled at sketching. I gasp as quietly as I can to avoid Mr Mundiv noticing, running my finger over the ridges of the wings and the now useful dark blur where my pen smudged.

I smile at the inky page and focus on making the silhouette of the boy look like an actual boy, then what turns out to be a weird anime version of Dan.

Does Dan watch anime? Will we have the same tastes? The same interests? The same hobbies? I hope so…

By the time we finish, I have what’s essentially a complete sketch and a fatally dying black ink pen that’s verging on going grey with exhaustion. I hand my paper in last even though I finished first, wanting to avoid the rush of people jostling past each other.

Except, I don’t. Not quite.

The girl, who I smiled at halfway through the exam, jumps, having been standing directly outside the door as I leave, “Hey man, I thought you got lost inside or something.”

“No, why?” I ask, slightly wary.

“I just want to say thanks. It was nice of you to help me. Why are you so quiet?”

“I just am, I suppose.” I reply, smiling a little but not sure how to answer that question. How can anyone answer that question? What do people expect from that question anyway? It’s not like I’m quiet inside my head, it’s just that I don’t feel the need to comment aloud on what other people are involved in and I don’t think people want to hear what I’ve done either. Besides, the people who don’t mind listening to me are subscribed on YouTube; I can talk to them.

“Okay. Well, if we ever do paired work, do you want to work together?” she asks me, tying up her messy sky-blue hair as she speaks. Clearly she’s determined to keep me as a friend and organise her year so I nod, still unsure whether to trust her or not.

Her smile softens so I guess she’s good at reading expressions, or maybe just actual psychology.

She nudges my arm lightly, hitting my elbow because she’s not as tall as me, “I promise on my laptop, I’m being genuine.”

“Alright.” I laugh.

She smiles, “Great! See you tomorrow…um…sorry, I don’t remember your name?”

“I never told you, you see.”

She bursts out laughing, the kind of laugh confident people do. She seems to be pretty forward, saying whatever comes to mind.

She winks, “Humour, nice! Watch out for the quiet ones, huh?”

“If you want.” I smile, laughing with her, “I’m Phil.”

“I’m Lesley.” She grins, “Lesley Rauner.”

“Nice talking to you.” I say, shifting slightly.

“Yeah, you too. You should talk more; you have a bright voice. Catch you later, Phil.”

She waves as she runs down the corridor, hugging a girl that turns the corner. The two of them clasp hands and Lesley starts talking naturally, with such a cadence that there isn’t a doubt of them being matched with each other.

I adjust my bag and quickly speed-walk to the swing set, the pressure of a constant void inside me being lifted as I catch sight of Dan. It’s only now that I really comprehend how dark he’s managed to make his attire seem.

We’re wearing the same white shirt, grey trousers and blue tie with a blue blazer but he seems to have tinted everything he owns into a blacker shade. His white shirt could have been tie dyed with a weak black dye for the pattern that it’s sporting and he’s wearing the darkest shade of blue possible for a tie. His blazer can only just be called blue, so dark it’s practically a personified midnight sky. Even his grey trousers have clearly been blackened in some way or the other, bordering on black anyway. Either that or he just bought really dark grey trousers to start with.

He grins widely as his gaze slams into mine, his cheeks being lifted up by the force of his smile and crinkles appearing at the corners of his eyes. His dimples deepen as he grins and even his darkened amber eyes arch a little bit.

He looks adorable.

I settle on the swing beside Dan, “Hey.”

“Hey yourself.” Dan smiles, winking at me with his right eye, “How was psychology?”

“Boring: we had another surprise test.” I roll my eyes and he laughs,

“You totally aced it, right?”

“I hope so.” I laugh, his confidence in me causing me to smile wider.

He nods thoughtfully, then holds up the novel that he’s picked out of the bag that’s lying at his feet. Or rather, the screenplay. He waves it around, then seems to catch himself and nervously clears his throat, fiddling with his hands a little, “Want to vicariously travel the universe?”

“Count me in, for sure!” I smile, mirroring his delighted expression, edging my swing closer to his one so we can each hold a side of the book while we read it. He starts, reading out the instructions by accident, then freezes, shutting his eyes and sheepishly pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Oh, um…” he sort of says, sort of mumbles, sort of curses.

“S'okay. Carry on, you’ve got the perfect voice for it.” I smile in what I hope is an encouraging way and he laughs, nodding in agreement. Silently clearing his throat, he puts on his really deep voice again and continues.

We switch after each chapter and split the characters between us as we go, laughing and gasping for breath at the plot twists and turns we make into our own throughout the story. I’ve never had this much fun reading aloud and I know Dan hasn’t either because he keeps excitedly grinning and trying to repress a laugh or turning away from me just as I look at him.

Somehow, we end up on the floor in front of the swings, leaning on each other to keep us from falling and breaking our skulls as we finish half the book. We stop reading the loquacious story and Dan smiles widely at me, “Think this is a good time to stop?”

“Yeah, sure. We can finish it next time.”

“Next time?” he asks quietly.

Of course. What, you don’t think you could spare even a little time to finish this?

Can you?

“Yeah, if you want.” I grin. Dan’s answer is definitely yes if his wide grin is anything to go by.

We exchange a glance as we check our watches: we’ve spent almost an hour spending time together without even thinking about lunch. For me, that’s something new. I can’t go without food! I can’t even stay away from it in my live-shows when I’m meant to only be talking. But it’s okay. I wouldn’t mind giving up on food so I could spend time with Dan.

He puts his book away inside his – obviously – black backpack and grins widely. We both quickly pull out our sandwiches and start to eat them. Mine only has jam inside it but I can smell cheese on Dan’s sandwich.

I give him a look and he shrugs, “What? Just because you don’t like cheese doesn’t mean I can’t like it.”

I frown, “How did you know I don’t like cheese?”

He freezes, “Uh, you gave me this look.” he replies before sheepishly grinning and taking another bite of his lunch. I smile and shake my head, not really minding. I wonder if I should tell him about my YouTube channel – I’d love to include him in my videos. Obviously I won’t if he doesn’t want to but it would be nice.

Either way, could I get a better match?

Could I even have a better match than Dan?

Could I get any luckier?

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