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hanako-san · 20 days
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This art is absolute perfection and my inspiration to write fanfic.
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Mitsuba watched his daddy every day. It wasn't a difficult task. He is always at his desk, working. He didn't neglect to eat meals regularly, but lately he had been so focused on work that only drinking a lot of coffee kept him active at work. Amane's new egg project didn't work out, so he decided to spend a lot of time fixing the mistakes. He hadn't eaten for a few weeks, his eyes were swollen, and he soothed his stomach growling with coffee.
Mitsuba wondered what to do to improve his father's mood and let him relax for a while. He went to the kitchen to grab two cookies that he and nene were making, and mokke with the help of sakura and natsuhiko.
"Failure again!" He sighed resignedly and tiredly, he grabbed his head and felt how heavy his head was. He knew why, due to lack of sleep, he also had no strength and the rumbling in his stomach was becoming unbearable
Amane, looking at the documents, did not look at his son, he knew he was there because he heard the flapping of his wings. Mitsuba's presence gave him strength and he felt that his son supported him very strongly. Mitsuba didn't have to say anything, Amane knew it.
"This is for you"
Amane heard something breaking, out of curiosity he looked up and saw his son holding a broken piece of cookie in one hand and a broken piece of cookie in the other! his eyes were shining with emotion.Amane closed his eyes , he ate a broken piece of cake from his son's hand. Mitsuba was slightly surprised and blushed, but he understood that he had just fed him. He was happy, although he didn't try to show it.
After tasting the cake from his son. Amane burst into tears, his pale face turned red, his eyes sparkled with stars and he had tears in his eyes with happiness.
"Delicious! Did you make it yourself?" He asked, delighted "Yes, I mean Sakura and Natsuhuiko helped me and nene" "Oh? Really. You're a great baker" He smiled genuinely "Will you make more for me?" He asked "Yes, on one condition!" He became brave "What?" "You will eat properly, sleep and take breaks from work" Amane was surprised, but then he smiled. "All right" Mitsuba was happy and his eyes were shining too. Mitsuba flew to the door happy to tell Nene. "Mitsuba" Mitsuba stopped. Amane looked sideways at his son with a cookie in his face. "Next time, we'll make cookies together" Mitsuba smiled broadly and quickly flew to Amane, hugging him from behind "Yes!!" He blushed happily Amane stroked his son's head with a wide, sincere smile, showing his teeth "Mitsuba, come play" Nene called "Go, have fun, just be careful!" Amane said Mitsuba nodded and flew off to play.
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mudkipper · 1 year
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Lonely
Sam Rossi X GN! Reader
Summary: You've got no doubt Sam's choosing to spend the night alone in his hotel room on New Year's Eve, so you decide to offer him some company.
Warnings: Smoking (weed), vaguely nsfw
Word Count: 4,051
A/N: Completely gender neutral! I haven't published a fic in upwards of four years so I hope it's enjoyed. Thanks @unstablecryptid for proofreading so blame him if there's any typos
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Ever since he’d moved to Alaska, Sam spent most holidays alone, including New Year’s Eve. 
Some of his acquaintances were friendly enough to invite him to dinners, parties, or other social gatherings, but he’d always politely decline, vaguely explaining that they knew how he felt about that sort of thing. They didn’t really know what he meant, not with how little he talked about his emotions or his past, but they never pressed. Maybe they were compassionate enough not to force him to open up, or maybe they were just afraid to discover that Sam had what they would consider a tragic past. 
Sam never minded, though, or at least convinced himself he didn’t mind. He was better off alone, without anyone he could burden, or inevitably make uncomfortable because he ran out of small talk to make. He’d be courteous, keep to himself, spend his night with a book and a bit of weed to keep himself content. It was medical marijuana, he always told those who asked, but he knew that it was for more than just his achingly stiff joints. 
Still, when he heard a knock at his door, and then a second set of knocks, he couldn’t bring himself not to answer. 
When he saw your face, he let out an internal sigh of relief, knowing you definitely wouldn’t try to drag him to a party. 
“Hey.”
“Hey,” he mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck. “What’re you doin’ here?”
“I don’t know, I just figured you might need some company. I know you like your alone time, especially on holidays, but I… I wanted to see you,” you admitted, not adding that no one had bothered to invite you anywhere. 
“That’s nice of you,” Sam said awkwardly, nodding slowly. It was kind of you to stop by, it really was, but he didn’t want you to come over just because you pitied him or thought he was lonely. Well, he was lonely, but that wasn’t for you to worry about. 
“I brought ice cream,” you added, holding up two small containers of Ben and Jerry’s. “I don’t know what flavor you like, so I got you Half Baked, cause, y’know.”
That got Sam to crack a smile, to your satisfaction. It was a shitty joke and you both knew it, but he appreciated it anyway. 
“Yeah, yeah, come on in,” Sam finally caved, stepping away from the door, “Speaking of, sorry about the smell, I, uh, I can get some Febreze, if you want.” 
“You don’t have to stop smoking weed just ‘cause I’m here.”
Babysitting high and/or drunk friends was always a chore, but you knew Sam was a decent enough person not to get stupidly high around you, especially if you weren’t also smoking. On top of that, he actually bothered to buy good weed, so it didn’t smell nearly as bad as some of the shit you were around in high school. 
“We could smoke together. If you want.”
You paused to mull it over, licking your lips. Sam definitely didn’t seem like a bad guy to get high with, maybe it’d even calm you down a bit. Honestly, you were somewhat upset about no one reaching out to you on one of the biggest social holidays of the year. Eating ice cream, getting high, and watching some mindless movie on your Netflix account- because Sam didn’t have cable or any streaming platforms- sounded like a relaxing way to spend the night. 
“Sure.”
“Alright, lemme get my things. You can turn on the TV, put on whatever, you know I ain’t good with technology,” he said, as if his outdated television was some fancy sort of high tech. 
When Sam came back with his pipe and a bag of weed, you expected he’d also have put on a shirt, but he didn’t even seem to notice he was shirtless. You weren’t exactly bothered. 
As always, you started out watching television silently, not taking the time to make uncomfortable small talk or speak simply to fill up the space. However, as both of you struggled to focus on whatever easygoing show you’d chosen, one of you cracked.
“Why did you come here?” Sam eventually asked, even though he’d already asked once.
“It’s like I told you, I wanted to see you.”
“You didn’t have other plans? There must’ve been somethin’ more interesting for you to do, rather than spend your night with an old man like me. C’mon,” he pressed. It was difficult for him to believe someone, especially someone like you, would go out of their way on a holiday simply to spend time with him smoking weed and eating ice cream. There had to be better options, truly. 
“Well, no,” you whispered, a wave of embarrassment crashing against you. 
“Oh, I— I’m sorry.” 
“Did you get invited anywhere?” you asked, instinctively re-routing the conversation. You didn’t need Sam to feel bad for you, you didn’t want him to think he was your last resort. Spending time with him was nice, it was comfortable. It felt right.
“Yeah.”
You gave him a pointed look, dramatically pulling your spoon from your mouth. 
“Well, c’mon, you know how I feel ‘bout those sort of things. Just ain’t for me.”
You could empathize with that, with not wanting to be around large groups of people you barely knew who were drinking and acting irresponsibly. However, you knew it was more than that with Sam, it always was, he was more complex than people gave him credit for. You knew others thought he was just some quiet mountain man with loner tendencies, but you knew better than that. 
“You should go, one time,” you suggested, even if he hadn’t asked for your opinion. 
“They don’t…” Sam trailed off, scratching his beard, “They get on just fine without me.”
“Maybe, but I’m sure at least some people would like things better with you there. I do.”
“You do?” he asked, finally making eye contact. 
“Yeah. Why else would I be here?” you answered honestly, offering a weak smile.
“You’re sweet, that’s… Thank you. But, uh, as I said, things like that just ain’t for me. I’m just fine staying at my own place, minding my own business, really,” he said, struggling to accept the compliment. 
More than anything, Sam had become accustomed to being alone most of the time. In his opinion, he’d gotten pretty damn good at it. 
You were tempted to push more, but stopped yourself, taking another hit instead. You wanted Sam to treat himself better, the way he treated others, but you were mature enough to know you couldn’t force him to change. You’d spent enough of your life hoping people would change.
Sam being antisocial didn’t mean you disliked him, the same way you disliked other traits in people, but it left a dull ache in your body. He was valued, especially by you, so much more than he’d ever know or that you’d ever be able to admit. 
Eventually, after what felt like ages, Sam said, “‘S jus’ hard to…” he made a vague gesture by interlocking his fingers, “Connect with people, y’know? I mean, I know you know ‘bout my past, even if I haven’t told you every detail.” 
Sam’s family died years ago, which was ultimately what motivated him to move to Alaska. Most of the time, he’d simply say his brother died and he’d moved down there to take his place as the motel manager. That wasn’t completely untrue, but if the rest of his family was still alive, he would’ve sold the property and gotten them a nice, safe house with a big backyard for his present and future kids to play in. 
They’d all become the past, at that point. Faint memories whose faces became blurrier with every passing day, whose voices he no longer heard in his dreams. They still showed up in his dreams, they did, but they always seemed so far, like an echo of his own voice. He could never reach them.
The people living around the humble abode that was Sweet Virginia weren’t bad, but they seemed like echoes, too. Something he could hear, but couldn’t have, couldn’t quite latch onto. If he tried, maybe he could convince himself he’d caught one at last, but he knew he’d eventually lose them. 
His heart wouldn’t survive that a second time, and even if nothing bad happened to anyone else, he knew he’d be gone soon enough. He couldn’t put someone he cared about through that, through the same loss he’d experienced.
“Sam?” you prompted, bringing him back to reality. 
“Must’ve lost myself for a second there, I’m sorry, I—”
“You don’t have to apologize so much,” you said softly, “You’re fine, seriously. We don’t have to talk about this if you don’t want to, I won’t be offended.” 
It might’ve just been the weed making you spacy, but for a moment, you didn’t even feel like you were in the same room as Sam. 
Sam exhaled deeply, leaning his head back against the wall, eyes glassy. He didn’t even need to look at you to sense your hurt, he’d spent enough time with you to recognize every one of your microexpressions. He hadn’t meant to upset you, truly. In fact, he’d been trying to do the opposite by avoiding talking about his own troubles. 
He wasn’t sure he did anything right. 
“I can talk about it. I should talk about it, prob’ly,” he thought aloud, giving in. 
“You sure? I was saying that your past doesn’t define you, you know. Everyone whose moved out here, to the middle of fucking nowhere, is trying to escape their past in some way. It’s not exactly a secret.”
“I can’t forget them. Wouldn’t be fair to them,” Sam said. He purposely left out that he wouldn’t ever be able to forget his family, even if he did want to. 
“I know. I’m not telling you to forget them. It’s just… You don’t have to make yourself miserable over it. You’ve got a life here, you’ve got people who care about you. You’re allowed to make a new life.”
“When’d you get so wise?” Sam said, chuckling nervously to himself. “I thought I’m supposed to be the old man here.”
“I meant what I said,” you said, resisting the urge to insist again that he wasn’t old, he was only in his 40s. 
“I know.”
Sam paused, biting at his lower lip. He did miss the closeness, the comfort of being in a relationship and mutual love. At times, he even craved it so badly it ached, but he couldn’t ever force himself to do anything about it.
Clearing his throat, he asked, “You said everyone here’s try’na escape somethin’. You already know ‘bout me, but what about you? You escapin’?” 
It was obvious that Sam was changing the subject, diverting the attention away from him, but you went along with it. After practically interrogating him for so long, it only felt fair to answer honesty. 
You replied, “Yeah, but it’s nothing interesting. I just got bored, I guess.” You could feel Sam’s gaze burning into you, with those soft, dark eyes of his. “Same place all the time, same people, same job, same everything. It was… Exhausting. Being that person. Trying to be that person.”
“What person?”
“Someone I’m not. You know, when you feel like you’re putting on a show for someone, even everyone. ‘Cause even if you trust someone, sometimes there’s things they just can’t know about you. They just can’t.”
Sam nodded silently, still listening with intense focus. He knew what you meant, to an extent, even beyond how he kept to himself. 
When he was a rodeo rider, that was ninety percent of his job— putting on a show. A very small portion of it was the actual riding, the falling, the thrill of it all. It was almost purely about entertaining others, traveling further and further from your hometown, hearing the crowd cheer your name, lifting you up, and feeling their resounding disappointment when you fell too hard. 
There were some things he couldn’t tell you, though, too. One thing in particular. 
When he properly registered you looking at him, waiting for a response, he said, “Yeah, I know what you’re gettin’ at. You mentioned you did have someone up there, though, right? You keep in touch with them?” 
He hoped you did, for your sake. 
“Not really. When I first moved, they reached out a couple times. But, I never picked up the phone, and then they stopped. I know that’s probably cruel, but I just couldn’t. I knew they wanted to know why I left, why I really left, and I couldn’t give that to them,” you admitted, realizing you hadn’t explained to anyone why’d you left until just then, telling Sam. 
“You should reach out.”
“So should you,” you pointed out. 
Sam grunted, thoughts beginning to blur. “Maybe. But you’re young, you got your whole life ahead of you, you could find someone to talk to, to connect with, fall in love with, get married, all that.” 
“I never said it was romantic,” you snapped, sounding more defensive than you’d intended.
“I… I know,” Sam said, and you could’ve sworn he flinched. “‘M just sayin’ you still got plenty of opportunities. Don’t want you endin’ up lonely.” Like him. 
“I’m not lonely,” you said, tone softening, becoming more of a whisper than anything.
“That’s good,” Sam said honestly, reaching out to pat your knee. He stopped himself. “You… you mean you’re seein’ someone, or just got some good friends, or? I mean, I hope you got both of those things, you know.”
“Not exactly,” you admitted, “I think I’m— fuck, I think I’m in love, but I don’t think it’s mutual.”
“You never know,” Sam said, even though he was being a hypocrite. 
He wasn’t sure he was full-on in love, or convinced himself he wasn’t, but he was more than familiar with the concept of unrequited attraction. It felt like thorns wrapped around his heart, digging into it, with a flower that never seemed to be able to fully bloom before wilting again. 
“You… you got anyone?” you tried, even though you knew the answer. You figured that maybe he had someone he was pining after, maybe that widow Bernadette, who he seemed to spend a lot of time with. It pulled at your heart strings to truly consider, but you couldn’t help wanting Sam to be happy, no matter what that looked like. 
“What, like a girlfriend?” Sam gave a more genuine laugh that time. “You know the answer to that.”
“Well, yeah, but… Anything? Any person you’ve got some big, secret crush on?” 
Sam chuckled again, shaking his head to himself. “Somethin’ like that.”
“Really?” you said, not meaning to show how surprised you were. “I mean, that’s good, I just wasn’t expecting that answer.” You decided to push your luck, and asked, “...Bernadette?”
“Pardon?”
“Is it Bernadette? She seems to be pretty affectionate towards you,” you pressed, trying not to let jealousy creep into your voice.
“Nah. Like you said, it ain’t mutual.”
You couldn’t tell if he was lying or not, but you figured it didn’t matter anyway. It wasn’t your place to ask, or to know.
“To two loners, then,” Sam toasted, offering a sad smile, lifting up his container of ice cream.
You clinked containers. To two loners, ice cream, a blunt, and shitty television.
“I’m not lonely,” you blurted out, deciding you’d blame the weed for that. 
“Hm? What was that whole spiel about, then?” Sam said, still doing his best to lighten the mood. He was glad you weren’t lonely, even if he had no idea what you were talking about. 
“Life as a whole kinda sucks, in general, but… I’m not lonely. Not right now. It’s like I told you earlier, I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t like being around you.” 
Sam felt his body tighten, breath catching in his throat. He hadn’t expected you to say that, anything even remotely similar to that. His hands were shaking more than usual, and he was painfully conscious of it. He figured he must’ve looked like a schoolboy with the way he was acting. 
“I do,” you repeated, willing Sam to say something, anything at all. You’d been impulsively vulnerable, and some part of you was wishing you wouldn’t suffer the consequences of it.
“You’re out of your mind,” Sam mumbled at last, setting his ice cream down, taking a long drag from the blunt. 
“Just… come on. Just… tell me no, if you mean it, just tell me.” You wanted to know what he felt, more than you ever had before. You fucking needed to know. 
Inching closer to you, Sam placed a hand on your knee, like he originally meant to. It was a small, seemingly friendly touch, but it spoke volumes. 
“Do you love me?” Sam finally asked, his entire body burning up. Even worse, his face and ears were flushed red, and even his hair couldn’t cover it. 
It was far too complex of a question to be asking, perhaps inappropriate, but he couldn’t stop himself. For once, he’d said what he was thinking, without waiting. Just like you’d been encouraging him to, ever since you’d gotten to know him.
Faces so close that you could feel his heavy breaths, your lips twitched up as you said, “I think so.” You still couldn’t fully say it, you didn’t want to accept how painfully hard you’d fallen for him. 
“Can I kiss you?” Sam asked, moving his other hand to cup your cheek. You’d never realized how large his hands were, how warm they were against your skin.  
“Please,” you whispered instantly, not even needing to think before speaking, and his mouth was on yours within moments. 
Sam kissed you gently at first, then like he was starving for it, more aggressively and passionately than you’d ever seen him be about anything before. His beard scratched against your skin almost irritatingly, but you were barely paying attention to that. Instead, you were letting him push his tongue between your teeth, leaning into it. 
Sam had been yearning for a long time, but he never knew how bad he’d been needing you until he’d finally kissed you. It felt right, perfect, to have you so close to him, hands in his hair and on his bare skin, your pulse throbbing underneath his fingers when he instinctively wrapped a hand around your jaw. 
His brain was fuzzy, body humming with energy, purely focused on you being in front of him. For the first time in longer than he could recall, he wasn’t reminiscing about the past, or worrying about the future. In that moment, all that existed to him was you, how much he loved you. 
When he finally pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours, crooked nose pressing into yours, doing his best to still make eye contact with you. 
“I love you,” he murmured. “Meant to say it earlier.”
“Sam,” you exhaled, still in disbelief. You reached out to touch his bare chest, fingertips playing with his necklace. 
“‘M not as rusty as I thought, then, huh?” he said, smiling, idly stroking your cheek with one finger. 
“You’re a good kisser,” you agreed, then added, “For an old man.”
That had Sam laughing so hard his forehead rocked against yours near painfully, his whole expression softening. You’d never seen him laugh that hard before. 
“Wish I knew sooner,” he admitted.
“Me too. But… We’ve still got plenty of time, don’t we?”
Sam pulled away, raised an eyebrow, then said accusingly, “What’s that supposed to mean?” 
He knew exactly what you meant. You’d figured that if you’d already shared “I love you”’s on your first pseudo-date, that wasn’t exactly off-limits.
“I mean, there’s still plenty of time to do whatever things we want. I know you’re a cheesy romantic, I can just tell.” 
You weren’t wrong. He was a cheesy romantic, who’d be willing to take you on all sorts of movie-worthy dates and spoil you with affection. 
But, he knew what you really wanted, and he wasn’t opposed to it.
“What kinda things?” he said, leaning back in, looking you up and down in a much less proper way than he ever acted. 
“Are you really gonna make me say it?” you asked, blushing. Mostly, you were just relieved the feeling was mutual— not just romantically. 
Sam mumbled something under his breath before hesitantly placing his hand at your waistband, fingertips barely brushing it. Looking at you with big, glittering eyes, he asked, “Please? I’ll… I’ll be good to you, I promise.”
Your stomach knotted, jaw involuntarily clenching. The worst part was that you knew he wasn’t even trying to pull something with that, not any sort of dirty talk, that he was genuinely just begging to touch you. 
“If you don’t take me to your bedroom right this minute, I will not hesitate for our first time to be on your couch,” you said frankly, not exaggerating in the slightest.
Sam’s lips parted, his jeans suddenly growing uncomfortably tight. Within seconds, he was on feet, reaching his hand out to take yours. 
Sam was good in bed, much better than he’d made himself out to be. Initially, he was nervous, constantly apologizing and insisting that it’d been a while and you could tell him if anything was wrong or didn’t feel good. But, the more you touched him, the longer you drew out the foreplay and focused on his pleasure, the more he unraveled. 
He mumbled your name over and over, still repeating that he loved you, groaning softly with every movement. In return, you made sure to praise him the whole time, reassuring him how good he felt, how good he was doing, anything to help him relax. To be fair, you did mean every word you said. 
Afterwards, he cuddled up to you, head on your chest, touching you wherever he could reach. You were idly playing with his hair, running your hands through it again and again. 
“I never knew your hair’s curly,” you said, subconsciously wishing he kept it that way in public.
“Mm, it gets annoying. Messy.”
“I like it. It’s cute,” you said, and felt Sam’s body shake as he chuckled against you.
“Cute, huh?”
“Yeah, cute.”
“No one’s ever called me that before. I mean look at me, I ain’t…” he threw his hands in the air, trailing off.
You stopped yourself from showering him with compliments, deciding you wouldn’t embarrass yourself another time that night. 
“I think so,” you said simply. “You were good, y’know, I wasn’t just saying that. You were really fucking good.”
Sam blushed again, turning his head to the side as if that would hide it. Too flustered to thank you, he admitted, “I needed that. Needed you.”
If he kept talking like that, you were going to need to go for another round. Well, you didn’t not want to already, but you knew that’d be pushing your luck. 
You were already pushing your luck by staying there so long, with the postcoital cuddling and tender words. It’d been a long time since you’d had sex, even longer since you’d been that affectionate with someone. 
Furthermore, you knew Sam valued his alone time, that he’d probably need his space after being so social. You’d been at his place for a while, surely tested his limits with the entire situation.
“I can leave,” you whispered, after a long period of silence. You didn’t say that you wanted to leave, that you should leave. You had nowhere to be, no one else to be with. 
You shifted, beginning to get up, but Sam grabbed your wrist before you could properly leave the bed. For a moment, his grip was so tight it hurt, but it loosened as soon as he saw you grimace. 
“Stay?” he asked, voice cracking. His eyes were so wide that he almost looked scared. 
“Yeah,” you agreed easily, sidling back up to him, “I can stay.”
You fell asleep facing each other, arms and legs entangled, both getting the best sleep you’d gotten in a long, long time. 
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theredeyeswolf · 4 months
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Chapters: 4/? Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Gabriel Agreste/Nathalie Sancoeur, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir/Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug Characters: Gabriel Agreste, Nathalie Sancoeur, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir, Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Luka Couffaine, Kagami Tsurugi, Felix, Tomoe Tsurugi, Lila Rossi, Su-Han (Miraculous Ladybug), Order of the Guardians (Miraculous Ladybug), Alya Césaire, Plagg (Miraculous Ladybug), Tikki (Miraculous Ladybug) Additional Tags: what if, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Post-Defeat of Gabriel Agreste, Gabriel Agreste is Defeated, Gabriel Agreste is Papillion | Hawk Moth, Gabriel Agreste-centric, Parent Gabriel Agreste, Gabriel Agreste Has Feelings, Nathalie Sancoeur Redemption, Parent Nathalie Sancoeur, Poor Nathalie Sancoeur, Sick Nathalie Sancoeur, Nathalie Sancoeur Does Not Get Paid Enough, Gabriel Agreste Knows, Nathalie Sancoeur Knows, Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug Knows, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir Knows, Mentioned Emilie Agreste, Dead Emilie Agreste, Good Parent Emilie Agreste, Gabi Grassette Mentioned, Mutual Pining, Feelings Realization, Moving On, Forgiveness, Reconciliation, Family Issues, Complicated Relationships, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir Needs a Hug, Minor Sansgrestes, Trauma, Angst, Minor Emilie Agreste/Gabriel Agreste, gabenath, Gabenath Endgame, Love Confessions, Blood and Injury, Blood and Violence, Violence, Miraculous Ladybug Season/Series 05, Forehead Kisses, Chronic Illness, Disabled Character, Parents Gabriel Agreste/Nathalie Sancoeur, no beta we die like emilie, No Beta Series: Part 1 of As the sun rises again Summary:
Ladybug decides to save Gabriel and Nathalie; so that Adrien does not end up alone as he was predestined. But just when they thought everything was resolved, their mortal destiny comes back to haunt them. Can Nathalie and Gabriel be saved or will they end up meeting their demise at the cost of their bad decisions?
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Chapter summary: After a school assignment he put his heart on, Ash knows it's finally the right time to be truthful to himself and the world.
Happy Palletshipping Day! I wanted to do a little something for today, and here is a new chapter of my story. I know it’s not much, but I hope you enjoy it. Thank you for everything :)
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trouble-writing · 2 months
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Farewell Wanderlust
Pairing: Goro Akechi/Akira Kurusu - Rating: M
Royalty/Fantasy-AU
Akira had never thought he would need to run from his own wedding. Now, trying to escape it and a fate worse than death, the only way seems to be into the woods.
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ryosei-hime · 6 months
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A quick Sasamiya one shot for @starlightseq's birthday! A little late and a little short but here it is!
Sasaki and Miyano meet Ogasawara and his girlfriend for a concert.
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stevengrantshubby · 11 months
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@allcapsbingo & @marvelrarepairbingo
Title: Ungodly Hour
Fandom: MCU, marvel
Pairing: samsteve
Rating: mature
Bingo Fills: au: ghost, au: haunted house, au: college
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snowyfuxue · 1 month
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bobo-is-tha-bomb · 4 months
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It's been a while. 😅
Life has been really crazy the last couple of months and its a bit of a challenge to adjust to it all. I'm managing and I think I have found a routine that is comfortable for me.
I have been writing, but it's really bits and pieces. I'm hoping to have some updates ready soon!
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brazilian-hot-mess · 1 year
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summary: "World meetings were, by nature, very monotonous events. And Luciano was, also by nature, designed to loathe the whole thing.
All of the ass sucking, and the disguised threats, and fake gentleness from tans that would not direct a second look in his direction if the situation was different unnerved him. Not that he was bad at it, no. He always knew how to make an impression.
But it was terribly boring. And Luciano hated to be bored.
Thank god for the secret after parties."
warnings: +18, explicit content
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rcdildorat · 1 year
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WIP, prose stripped
Perihelion: “I need your help.”
Three: [acknowledged]
Perihelion: "As I'm sure you know, 1.0 has very little instinct for self preservation."
Perihelion: "Despite my expertise in caring for my crew, I cannot stop 1.0 from being injured. I am not everywhere at once."
Perihelion: "You are used to working collaboratively."
Three: "Do you want my analysis of the situation?"
Perihelion: “No, I am well aware. My question is this: if I make a medkit, would you take it with you on missions?”
Three: "My first aid module is for humans."
Perihelion: "That won't be a problem, I have an extensive collection of SecUnit schematics."
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hanako-san · 6 months
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"Hanako's helping me"
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From the p.p arc I love Hanako x Aoi and this love for these two grew in the chapters when they had time together, a little, but I still got their real interaction, which I am grateful for. I don't think they both had any interactions in the original again. That's why I wrote my own fanfic. I love them together. I hope you like it^^
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Hanako walked down the hall between students talking to each other or past them talking. Hanako decided to do a survey to make sure, sure that everything is fine and nothing is happening. Hanako watched very closely the mokke who were stealing from time to time, at one point the wall that she was facing with her back, Aoi paid attention to her, because Aoi was always with Akane, and when he wasn't around, he always watched her from a distance and hiding. yashiro wasn't with him and neither was Aoi. He was surprised that Yashiro wasn't with her friend or him, so where was she? The thought entered his mind head for a moment. Aoi tried not to cry. No matter how many times she tried not to cry, she could barely hide her emotions. She cried when she was alone. "Aoi-chan" Aoi was deep in thought. She felt like she didn't fit in anywhere and didn't understand why girls hated her. "Aoi-chan… " Hanako, he looked at the strange red lump on his face, it was a bruise. Hanako understood well that the girl was in her own thoughts, and her thoughts were dark and unpleasant. "AOI-CHAN!" He shouted to her to "wake up" Aoi from her dark thoughts The blue-haired girl started and looked immediately towards the voice "Nanabansama!" " What is it" He faked a smile and pretended that he didn't see anything and that he didn't see the bruise that she wanted to cover with her hair "Nothing," She lied, looking down at her shoes and successfully trying to hide her face "What is?"
Aoi suddenly saw Hanako in front of her, crouching down and looking at her face. He saw a ghost and crystal eyes " Nothing… " Her voice began to break " Are you talking to yourself?" The girl said with contempt in her voice - You are disgusting - she added with even more contempt The moon-eyed boy grabbed Aoi's hand and ran with her to the bathroom where there were only Mokke. haku brought him a stick. In silence he gently moved a strand of hair away so he could put a bandage on her. " Aoi-chan… " He said seriously "I know what you're going to say " she interrupted him - Girls are jealous of me. I cannot oppose them. Wherever I go, men are 'in love' with me and girls and hate me. I hate this! - tears started flowing from her eyes Hanako finished bandage her bruise. and sighed "Aoi-chan, you should be honest and not suppress your thoughts" He stood in front of the niaty. Aoi could see his back " This is not good… "He said, looking at one point " Because you also hide your emotions and what you feel?" "…." "…." "Akane said you were an evil supernatural, you don't seem evil." "I… I'm not evil?" he turned to her. Hanako's eyes turned black and he smiled widely, "Have you forgotten? I almost sacrificed you for yashiro's life." "You wanted to save her life. You talked to me, and we could have remained silent the whole way on the train. I don't think you're bad. You're very complicated, and your thoughts are very difficult to read. You are a man of action and you saved us by helping us escape. I understand your motives and I was all over you furious, but you are a man who will do anything for the people he loves. You are a murderer, so one more sin wouldn't make a difference to you, and yet, won't this game you play be the one that will be disastrous and disappointing for you?" There was a long silence. This was the second time this girl saw through his feelings. Did she read him like a book? Aoi passed him and, standing at the exit, turned around with a smile on her face and said. "Thank you" and she left Hanako fell silent and blushed slightly in embarrassment and smiled slightly "That girl…" He smiled "Hanako-Kun!" Hanako was happy when he saw the assistant. "Hey, yashiro!" He was happy "I have to leave early today. I can't clean the toilets." "Huh? Why?" "I'll tell you tomorrow, bye, bye," she ran out
Hanako sighed heavily and tilted his head to the side. He had the impression that yashiro was avoiding him. When the school was empty and the corridors were lit by the moonlight the light falling through the window of simplicity onto the school corridors. He sat on the windowsill by the open window, looking at the moon with longing, admiration and sadness. He reached out his hand, wanting to reach out and touch him. He heard a huge explosion in the Tsuchigomori hall. "What he is doing?" Is he going to blow up the school?" Irritated and slightly angry, he ran to his classroom. He slid the door open with an angry expression. His expression turned into confusion and surprise when he saw the smoke. He quickly ran for the extinguisher. He went deep into the smoke to find the source of the fire. The smoke was disappearing. At first he saw only smoke, which began to descend, and a figure began to form from the smoke. "Tsuchigomori, something-" he stopped in his tracks when he saw Aoi crying and with scratches on her ankle and elbow - AOI?!! - he shouted in surprise, holding the extinguisher his eyes stopped working and his jaw dropped slightly. He didn't expect the student to be at school so late. Aoi got a little scared, then looked at Hanako. " Nanabansama……" She said, holding back tears As Hanako came out of shock. He placed the extinguisher next to his leg. He quickly ran to Aoi and grabbed her injured hand and saw that he also noticed it near her ankle scratches. "Aoi-chan, what were you doing?! What are you doing at school at this time?!" "Because I… I was trying to do something in chemistry and…" "In this room?" "Because I was afraid to go. It's on the second floor and it's dark and…" She was choatic "Aha…" Hanako paled and sighed heavily "I'll tell Tsuchigomori to walk you home" He helped her up "And I'll have to clean up here" he added with angry expression in his eyes and his hat tilted to his right side. "NO! Aoi grabbed his arm "Why?"
"Because I have to finish my chemistry project tomorrow!!!" "…" Hanako saw the desperation and panic in her expression, "I'll help you." "Thank you" Her eyes turned into two stars and she was shining They walked in silence down a dark corridor lit by the moonlight. Aoi gripped Hanako's arm tightly and hugged her tightly. He turned all red. "You probably think I'm as clumsy as nene-chan, always needs help," she interrupted. "No… I didn't think like that." "I understand. I've been having a bad time lately." Aoi heard rustling, got scared and snuggled closer to Amane. Hanako turned beet red and didn't say anything. Hanako opened the door and turned on the light. Aoi saw that it was a nursing office. "This is not a chemistry room" "Let's take care of your scratches first," he sat down in a chair Aoi sat on the bed. Amane reached for hydrogen peroxide to wash the wound. "NanaBanSama, why don't you eat those strange balls that are always next to you?" She asked curiously, noticing that one was missing. "These are haku joudai. They serve me. One of them is on duty, he informs me when something happens. The green one must stay with me." He sat down next to her and grabbed her injured hand and washed her elbow. Aoi hissed in pain "Aoi-chan, you don't have to call me nanabansama" He said "You don't like?" "It's not that… you just… you don't have to. Hanako is enough." "Hanako?" repeat while looking at the ceiling "Maybe Yugi-Kun?" or "Amane-Kun?" The patch that Hanako was trying to put on her scraped elbow caught my eye and looked at Aoi in shock. How did she know? It was written all over his face his reaction. "yashiro told you?" He asked seriously, taking another patch and putting it on her elbow and ankle "Yes, but I can see that it bothers you" "No! You just shocked me" He quickly corrected himself" Call me whatever you want"He replied with a smile Hanako stood up and offered Aoi her hand. She saw his hand before her eyes and then looked at him. He was smiling. "We're going to do a project," he said "Yes," Aoi grabbed his hand After finishing the project, Aoi gratefully told him that she would help him clean up. After finishing work, Hanako and Aoi were on the roof. Aoi stood next to him and held onto the railing with her hands. Hanako, on the other hand, placed his hands on the railings. "You know… I don't think you're bad…" "Aoi-chan… I'm not bad?" Hanako showed her his black eyes and smiled in a "malicious" way, his face illuminated by the rising sun. Aoi was slightly scared, but she couldn't look away from his expression and his black eyes that turned black so quickly. She thought so fascinating. "Your eyes are fascinating" She said spontaneously Hanako was shocked by her words and sighed "What's wrong with you? I would sacrifice you for yashiro, and you… You're weird" he started to say what he thought "I can't explain it, but I don't think you're bad. You want to be perceived as such, but I don't think you are as you try to show it." Hanako fell silent and sat with his back. "Amane-Kun?" When Hanako heard this, he felt strange and teenage. It had been a long time since anyone had called him "Amane-Kun", which was quite surprising and unexpected for him from Aoi. He couldn't say a word. Aoi silently sat next to him. Hanako looked at the sky, which was getting brighter and brighter. Hanako felt a weight on hia shoulder. "Aoi-Chan?" Aoi rested her head on his shoulder and fell asleep. Hanako blushed slightly "Aoi, no-" He stopped, knowing that the girl was really tired. He picked her up and took her to her classroom to her desk and left knowing that is safe, after he left, the students entered. He returned to the toilet where his duties were waiting for him.
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phoenixrebirth88 · 1 year
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Tell me more about Tears of Realization! 😊
That's a story I started almost a decade ago. I remember I was in a slightly down-mood that year and thought: What if the reader pulled a Heero? I mean, what if the reader had complete disregard to their life, taking absurd risks because she thinks she's alone in the world and is sick and tired of it. It was scary fun to write the first few scenes as it puts Heero in a different light (He's her partner at the Preventers and is actually the one to pull her away from risk and lecture her on her behavior). Basically, it's about the realizations she has along the way and the impact they have on her. It's a lot of drama and angst in the beginning. A little too much to be honest. I tried to rewrite it in 2019, but lost inspiration again. Maybe in 2023 I'll give it another go 😅
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sammysnaughtygirl · 2 years
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it started with a nice breezy evening ,alittle cool but not cold i sat beside the small pond of water that ran beside the cabin i had rented for the weekend i loved the night sky it was so beautiful light up with stars shining so bright it seemed like a picture. everything drew me in because it calmed me i was needing a withdrawl from my real life back at home so i sat enjoying the waters flowing downstream like a kid .i could hear the crickets chirping in the background behind me,the frogs began croaking soflty in the midnight ,so i thought nice night for a swim at least thats what i told myself so i ran up to my cabin and grabbed my suit from the dresser ,i flung the door shut as i ran back out the door when i reached the banks of the water i slide my clothes off and threw on my suit i stepped forward to the water slipping only my big toe in first the water was just right for swimming so i headed in i swam into the deep end and played for what seemed like hours just enjoying the time alone with all the silence was mindblowing it took my breath away. i soon deciced it was time to head back so i made my way toward the bank as something grabbed my foot from below the surface and pulled me under ,i tried pulling myself back up but the more i tried the harder it got i was drifting deeper underneath the waters i could no longer see the light from the sky it was geting dark as i floated to the bottom. my eyes slowly closed ,but just then i felt someone tugging at my waist he slung his arm around me and quickly rushed me to the top ,i was gasping for air as we made it to the sandbar ,are you ok someone asked me ,i slowly opened my eyes to see the most georgous man id ever seen hovered over me watching to see my response , yeah im fine i replied wishing id said anything easle .well im glad to hear it he said brushing the hair from his face i was taking a stroll when i seen what happend he recalled to me ,thanks for helping me no problem sam replied with a strong voice im here for the weekend if you need anything just let me know id be glad to help, shly i returned his gesture with a thanks again,i picked my body up off the ground and really thought i was ok really i did but when i took a step i got dizzy and stunbled over almost poundiing sam ,whoa there he spoke as he caught before i hit the ground maybe i should take you home ,that would be great i sighed , as i calllasped in his arms he carried me back to my cabin and opened the rusty door ,you here on vaction sam asked me ,sort of im here relaxing so to say ,oh sam said as he tucked me into bed and under the covers ill check back in on you tomorrow to make sure your ok he shook his head ,i smiled at him reaching for the locks of brown hair that flow around his face ,my hero i sighed as i fell fast asleep dreaming of my hero .
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Hey everyone! Long story short, I got the inspiration for a new Palletshipping story! I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing the first chapter. As always, thanks for your support and I can’t wait to read your thoughts on this new story :)
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trouble-writing · 1 year
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Claws and Feathers an akeshuake soulmate AU with shapeshifting.
Pairing: Goro Akechi/Akira Kurusu - Rating: M
Posted for ShuAke Week 2022 Day Five: Bad End - Sickfic - Shapeshifting
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