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Hi I saw your requests were open and I’d like to request maybe Kaeya comforting his s/o once they’re rejected from the knights of favonious. They’ve tried really hard to get accepted but got rejected for some reason.

Hi! I'm so sorry it took long to answer your request 😭😭 school has been pretty rough and my motivation has been dying but here it is!

Kaeya comforting s/o

Hurt/comfort, fluff, slight angst, slightly suggestive 🤨

You trained so hard for this day, practiced everything from knightly poses to helping the city as much as you could for hardly any pay. Some told you it was over working but you desperately wanted to be accepted. You wanted to continue helping others and you longed for the next step of that. But life wasn't always fair. You were on your way to try outs, people cheered for you with their hearts believing you were more than capable to become a knight. Excitement filled your bones and nervousness kicked in as you were greeted with the Knights of Favionus doors.

With giving everything you've got in the try outs, you were sure you'd be able to get accepted. You worked so hard right? Had the gods witnessed your hard work as well? Walking back home, so many thoughts raced through your head. Days went by waiting for a note, you never gave up on waiting for a response and you dreamed of wearing the uniforms and going on so many missions. Even possibly working with your boyfriend the calvary captain, Kaeya. You had met during your practice on becoming a knight and he was impressed to say the least.

Finally after a week of waiting, a letter came in. Reality kicked in as you read the note.

"We would like to inform you that unfortunately the Knights of Favionus believed you didn't meet the requirements to become a knight. We were impressed by your mastery of your swordsmanship but it was not what we were looking for. Please don't be discouraged, there are always other try outs being hosted.

Thank you for your hard work

-Knights of Favionus"

"What...?" Confusion and sorrow began creeping in. Had this been a mistake? But your name had been at the beginning so it couldn't have been.

"Was I really not good enough?" You had worked so hard for this opportunity, had they turned a blind eye to what you've been doing? Tears started seeping out of your eyes and you didn't hold them back. So many thoughts raced through your head to the point of insanity. You were laughing hysterically as tears slipped down your face. You wanted to rip your hair out, all that training, all that practice, all those times Kaeya trained with you, the times he believed in you. It was for nothing. All of it was for nothing. Laughs turned into loud sobs, into cracked whimpers and weeps. How would you face everyone now?

You didn't leave your house for several days, completely ignoring the fact that there was people out there who need your help, who wanted to see you. Knocks were at your door but you didn't bother to answer until your heard a particularly familiar voice.

"Kaeya, he can't see me like this! Not when I'm such a wreck!"

"Hey its me Kaeya, please open your door. I know what happened and im really worried about you," his voice wasn't like usual, it had a mix of sadness and worry.

"G-give me a second please!" You rushed to the bathroom to try and freshen up, making sure he didn't notice how puffy your eyes were. You opened the door and saw kaeya, you wanted to cry again, cry into his arms, but you held in your tears.

"I'm here now..." was the only thing he said before pulling you into a tight embrace. You couldn't help but cry again, but this time it was comforting. You felt safe as you let someone finally help you, maybe that was what you were missing. The ability to ask for help in difficult situations. All this time you had thought being a knight was only helping and protecting others, but you also lacked the trust for them to have your back as well. More tears flowed out like a faucet at that realization.

Kaeya didn't dare speak a word as you both embraced each other for some time. You didn't notice being carried until you felt the familiar sensation of your bed.

"Kaeya...I dont know what to do...I worked so hard for it, I wanted to work with you as well, I wanted to help people more," choked sobs came out and Kaeya rubbed your back.

"Becoming a knight is just a title. I recognized your hard work, and so many others have. Jean was the one who made the decision, i'll talk to her about it tomorrow."

"N-no its fine i just...I dont know, was I not good enough?" You gripped his shirt.

"You were and will always be good enough my love, you've done so many good things for this city and you're so humble about it too. Even without being a knight, so many others see you as one." You were glad for Kaeya's reassurance, the tears started to slow down and you started to get sleepy.

"Stay here i'll get you water ok?"

"Mmhm..." you let him go and started getting under the covers. Few minutes later he came back with the water and some of your favorite snacks.

"Would you mind sitting up for me?" You followed his instructions and grabbed the cup of water gulping it down.

"Would you like to eat these snacks or get out of the house and order something from Good Hunter?" You've been stuck in your house for almost a week and you longed for fresh air.

"I wanna go outside." He gave you a warm smile and nodded his head.

"I'm gonna go take a shower and get ready"

"Alright ill be here if you need anything, I love you darling" Kaeya said genuinely, which made you blush.

"I-love you too," you rushed to the bathroom and he chuckled

Freshly out of the shower, you grabbed a new pair of clothes and it felt weird being in something other than pajamas. As you were about to put your shirt on you heard a knock.

"Ah, dont come in im not done changing yet!" Kaeya didn't listen though and barged in anyway.

"Kaeya! I told you not to come in!" You were blushing profusely.

"Hm? Whats wrong? No need to be shy, I've seen it all before" he smirked and walked toward you.

"Thats not the point!" He didn't seem to stop coming towards you while you covered yourself with the shirt you were about to put on. You slowly felt his hands creep over you waist and you flinched from the cold sensation.

"You always feel so warm," he whispered in your ear, now his hands going up further and his lips on your neck.

"Kaeya...I thought we were going out..."

"Haha we are, I just missed you too much. I'll be done soon..." you felt his smile on your neck and you closed your eyes. His hands, his lips, his voice, it made you realize how much you missed him too. You hung on to him waiting for Kaeya to be done with his little shenanigan. His hands and lips left your body suddenly which made you whine and he laughed.

"Shall we get going? Oh right, you still have to get dressed" he snickered.

"GET OUTT!" you shoved him out the door and he still kept laughing. You hated but loved his teasing. He hadn't even kiss your lips but you already felt so hot all over. As you put on your shirt, you hoped he'd give you more after dinner. Once you were fully dressed, you walked out the door with Kaeya.

"You look absolutely stunning" kaeya kiss your hand and you rolled your eyes, you loved him anyway.

"You better finish where you left off after you take me out." You looked at him in the eye and a smile tugged at his lips.

"Oh? After you were so embarrassed back there? Will you be able to handle it?" You playfully punched his shoulder and he laughed out.

"Are you done?" You said

"Yes yes, let's get going for real" he smiled and took your hand. You smiled back already forgetting what had happened to you.

#kaeya x gn reader #i love kaeya #kaeya fluff #kaeya x reader #kaeya x y/n #kaeya x you #genshin impact kaeya #gi kaeya #genshin kaeya

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whatarubberchicken · 6 years

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Marichat May 31

Reincarnation

Adrien sipped his coffee slowly, watching the people all around him. Mostly tourists, enjoying the view of the Eiffel Tower from this outdoor café. The Tale of the Battle of Paris was still on everyone’s lips, even a year later. He even saw one little girl dressed up as Ladybug. The sight made him smile, even though his heart clenched and he unconsciously fumbled for the ring that hung on a chain around his neck.

Not the real one, of course. That had been surrendered when Master Fu had taken the rest of the Miraculouses. Not that he minded too much. It wouldn’t feel right, transforming without… her.

“Sorry, chaton…,” her whisper echoed through his mind. “Maybe… we’ll meet again in the next life.”

“I’ll be waiting,” he’d promised, his voice just as strained. Both of their injuries had made it impossible for him to even crawl over and hold her one last time.

The cold of the ring bit into his palm and he looked down at it. ‘An heirloom,’ his father had written in his will when he’d given it to Adrien.

Yeah, right.

It was nothing more than a reminder of everything they’d lost that night. One final accusation for not listening to his ‘loving father’ and helping him bring his mother back. A lingering reminder that he would never see the love of his life again….

Adrien was pretty sure his father had expected him to throw it in the trash immediately. And he almost had. But the reminder of better days—bright laughter, warm hugs, and sweet, sweet kisses that had made a purr rumble through his whole being—he hadn’t been able to fully give that up.

“Damn it, Bug,” he thought, not for the first time, “how can we find each other in the next life if you didn’t let me die??”

She’d kept quiet about her own injuries while the medics worked on Chat, who was bleeding more profusely. The first responders had said she’d even been talking with them normally, right up until she’d simply passed out and never woken up again. It was only after her transformation dropped that they’d discovered just how much she’d been bleeding internally.

Chat, however, they’d been able to save. Chat, whom they’d gotten to first. Chat, who then had to watch his own father get arrested for terrorizing a city, only to be released later because nobody could prove he was Hawkmoth. They sure weren’t going to give him the Miraculous back so he could transform and incriminate himself, after all. And unless they had that solid proof, well… he had the best lawyers money could buy.

Master Fu had shrugged and said it didn’t matter. ‘Unless they’re willing to redeem themselves, villains never did well once their evil plans were thwarted,’ he’d said, giving Adrien a sad look as he put the Miraculous away for the last time.

He’d turned out to be right. The company never recovered; people quit left and right rather than be in the same room as the un-convicted supervillain. And a few months later, Nathalie had called to inform him that his father had taken his own life.

Adrien hadn’t cried.

He’d stood at the funeral, silent and respectful as the priest said the words, but as soon as it was over, his feet had carried him over to another grave. There, and only there, had he allowed himself to break down and weep for what he’d lost.

What he’d truly lost.

“Mrow?”

Adrien blinked and looked down as he was once again jolted out of his thoughts. He smiled at the young tortoiseshell who was currently rubbing up against his leg. Even now, cats seemed unnaturally-attracted to him.

“Hello,” he said, bending down to pet the sweet creature. “You’re sure a pretty girl—WHOA!” he cried as she suddenly leapt into his lap. He laughed weakly. “Friendly little thing, aren’t you?”

He scratched her under the chin, relaxing as she purred and leaned into his touch. Then her eyes opened and she fixed Adrien with a sky-blue stare. His heart skipped a beat at the color—so familiar and beloved. Exactly like—

He studied his new friend a bit closer. She was young, probably not even a year old, and her coloring was both tabby and tortoiseshell—a tortie, if he remembered his cat breeds correctly. Her body was a mix of black and blue spots and patches, and her face was a split mask, one half being cream with little black spots that looked like freckles, and the other half a large black patch that almost looked like… a mask.

Ladybug’s mask.

He stopped petting the little cat, waiting for her to jump down once she realized she wasn’t going to get anymore pats. He was going crazy now, seeing Ladybug and Marinette in a stray—

The little tortie suddenly rose up on her hindlegs and, carefully but deliberately, put her paw on Adrien’s nose. He blinked, more surprised than worried that she’d scratch him. Her claws were carefully retracted as she continued to stare him down. Then, just as deliberately, she gave his nose just a bit of a push, up and back.

Just like Ladybug used to when she was feeling playful.

Just like Marinette used to when she’d tease him. Or scold him. Or—

“Marinette?” he whispered, nearly choking on the word. The cat sat back down and gave him a long, slow blink. Adrien’s throat closed and his eyes filled with tears. With a hoarse cry, he threw his arms around the tiny cat and hugged her.

“MRRROW!!!” came the angry protest.

“Sorry, sorry!” he laughed, immediately loosening his grip a bit. Any other cat would scratched and bit him by now. This one just purred louder and rubbed her head against his chin.

It was her. It had to be.

“OMG, Mari, OMG. My lady… princess…!” Adrien murmured, unable to stop himself from stroking her fur. She leaned into it eagerly. He took a deep, shaky breath and looked at her again. “You did it. You found me!”

She gave him a very self-satisfied look and settled herself down on his lap. Adrien couldn’t help the laughter that bubbled out of him.

“And you—you’re a… you’re a Mari-chat!!” he howled, tears of laughter seeping out. He wasn’t surprised at all to feel her claws flex on his jeans as she gave him an unimpressed stare. But he couldn’t help it.

A cat. She’d come back to him as a cat. A spotted cat, no less! How—completely perfect! And torties… weren’t they considered lucky cats? Money cats, they were called in America. How completely like his lady!

“So,” he said, once he’d calmed down enough to talk again, “I guess this means you’ll be the one hanging out in my bedroom and eating snacks now, huh? Gonna get me back for all the trouble I got into as Chat Noir?”

“Mew,” Mari-chat chirped primly. Then she stood up, made eye contact with him, and calmly and deliberately pushed his coffee cup off the table.

Adrien yelped and shot to his feet, automatically scooping her up in his arms as he did. He glared down at her, fighting back a grin as she simply purred back at him even louder than before.

“YOU—” he began, but then he melted. “—I love you,” he finished, shaking his head at himself. Settling her more comfortably his arms, he headed for home, already planning all the changes he was going to make to make her more comfortable there.

And for the first time in a long time, he was looking forward to what tomorrow would bring.

End.

#marichat may 2018 #marichat may #chat noir #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #sorry i couldn't resist ending on a pun #mari-chat

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miraculousstorytelling · 7 years

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Five Times Gabriel Agreste Didn’t Akumatize His Son and One Time He Did

Well, you can blame @ladyserendipitous for this. I like to write fluff, as most people who read my writing know by now, but this idea took root and wouldn’t leave until I wrote it. It is not fluff. Nevertheless, I hope you enjoy it. :)

"So, my piano recital is next Friday." Adrien looked down at his soup. "I know you said you had to look at your schedule, but-"

"We're releasing a new line on Saturday, and we're preparing for the show all day on Friday." Gabriel didn't even look up from his meal as he answered. "I need to be there."

"Oh."

"As soon as your recital is over, Nathalie will bring you so you can run through your outfits." He set his spoon down and stood. "I have some work to finish up."

Adrien nodded. "Good night."

He hadn't really expected his father to attend. After all, he'd always spent so much more time on work than he ever did with his family. Adrien knew he shouldn't have gotten his hopes up.

That didn't make it easier to trudge back to his room after barely eating two bites of dinner, and it certainly didn't make it easier to practice, knowing his father wouldn't be there to hear it. When the recital finally came, Adrien closed his eyes and imagined his mother was in the audience. It didn't make things easier, but the bittersweet feeling pushed him to play his best anyway.

"We're screening this movie that the class made on Tuesday night. Everyone's inviting their families to come and see." Adrien looked over at his father. "I thought, since you just released a new line, maybe you'd have time to join us."

"You should know that we're already working on next season's designs." Gabriel frowned. "I have a conference call scheduled that night."

"Oh, right." Adrien sighed.

"Preliminary fittings start next week. Nathalie should be putting them in your schedule." His father tapped a few notes into his tablet. "I'll make sure she keeps your Tuesday free."

"Thank you."

His father stood and left, already fully focused on his work as he returned to his study.

Adrien frowned, staring down at the silverware, his stomach churning with disappointment.

Plagg emerged from his pocket. "You okay, kid?"

Adrien nodded. "Yeah, I figured he wouldn't be able to make it."

That didn't change the fact that he wished his father was there while he watched the movie. His friends helped. Rather than break off and watch with their families, Nino and Marinette squeezed him in between their families. Tom's contagious laughter and softly whispered jokes made the experience fun. For a moment, Adrien could forget he was the only one there alone.

That was, until he wondered what his mother would think of his acting or whether or not she'd be proud of him for being one of the lead roles in a class film. She'd always encouraged him in everything he did. Surely, if she could watch, she'd be chuckling right along with the others and hugging him when his name came up in the credits.

"Nathalie, is his schedule open in three weeks? On Saturday?"

Nathalie pulled up the calendar on her tablet and examined the week in question. "Nothing yet." She looked up at him. "Did you want me to add something?"

"My fencing tournament is that morning. Could you..." He brushed his thumb over the edge of the desk, avoiding her eyes. "Could you try and keep it clear?"

Nathalie sighed. "I'll do my best."

"Thank you." He sent her a small smile and rushed off to his room.

Over the next two weeks, Adrien mentally listed all of the excuses his father could give him to miss, despite his and Nathalie's efforts. Part of him still wanted to believe that his fencing tournament might actually be a priority, that his father might work to make sure he was there, that he might actually have the chance to impress his father somehow... Still, he braced himself for the inevitable disappointment.

When his father informed Adrien he'd scheduled a business dinner with the mayor during his fencing tournament, Adrien could only answer with a soft, "I understand."

He didn't.

He comforted himself with thoughts of his mother cheering him on during the tournament, pretending that the clash of metal on metal was her shouting praise from the sidelines.

"Where's Father?" Adrien asked after finding his father's study empty.

"He's in Milan. He should be back in a few days." Nathalie glanced over at him. "Didn't he tell you?"

"No, I guess not." He looked down. "Um, well, I just..." He held up a small bag of cookies. "I baked these with Marinette and her family. Did you want some?" He shrugged. "They'll probably be stale by the time he gets home."

Nathalie's expression softened as she held out a hand. "I'll try one. We can save the rest for your father."

Adrien nodded and gave her the bag. "Thanks, Nathalie."

By the time, Gabriel returned, the remaining two cookies were too old to eat, and Adrien barely registered his own disappointment as he threw them away. He'd expected it, but that didn't make it any easier or less disappointing.

That night, he dreamed about baking cookies with his mother.

"How was school, Adrien?"

"It was okay." He sat beside Nathalie and shrugged off his bag. "How was work?"

"It was a busy day." She glanced down at the schedule pulled up on her tablet. "Unfortunately, your father won't be making it to dinner tonight. Since your schedule is clear, I thought you might want to see if one of your friends would be interested in visiting."

"Actually, I'm not going to be there for dinner either." Adrien looked out the window. "We're doing a class awards night."

She frowned. "That's not on your father's calendar."

Adrien shrugged. "I told him about it a week ago. He probably forgot about it."

"I can tell him-" She grimaced. "Oh. It looks like he has a meeting."

"I figured he would." That didn't make him feel less disappointed, and it certainly didn't make the ride back to school any easier. The ache in his chest built with every step he took towards the classroom. He managed a small smile for Nino, and sitting with the Lahiffe family helped him feel a little less alone.

Still, he could almost hear his mother teasing him when he accepted the award for "Best Science Puns" and grinned up at his classmates and their families. If he listened close enough, he could just make out her voice reminding him he had his father to thank for his love of puns, complaining that she was outnumbered. The thought made him laugh, which in turn helped him survive the evening.

Still, thoughts of his mother could only carry him so far.

When he woke up on her birthday, fresh from a dream where they were exploring his mother's favorite garden, thoughts of her only made everything hurt. He squeezed his eyes shut, burying himself under the blankets as if he could hide from the reality that she wouldn't be there today. That she might not ever be there again. Part of him had always hoped that today of all days would be enough to bring her back or at least prompt some kind of sign that she was still out there and she still cared.

Plagg settled on his side. "Hey, kid. You're gonna be late for breakfast if you don't get up."

"Not hungry."

"Well, I am," he insisted, floating over to settle on the blanket beside Adrien's head. "So, let's go."

"Plagg..."

"Don't you have big plans today?"

Adrien finally pulled down the covers. "Yeah..."

Plagg stared down at him. "Then, come on!"

Adrien rubbed his eyes and sat up. "Okay, okay..." He sent Plagg a half-hearted glare. "You know there's still Camembert in my bag, right?"

"You mean there was."

"There was a whole container in there!" Adrien leapt out of bed to check his bag. "I don't believe you!"

He scolded his kwami while he dressed and prepared to go downstairs. The lecture was just enough to keep his mind off his mother.

By the time he was rushing downstairs for breakfast, his mood had leveled out, and Adrien managed a smile when he saw Nathalie. "Morning!"

She, however, did not return it. "Adrien."

He stopped, one foot still lingering on the bottom step. "What's wrong?"

She frowned. "Nothing. It's just your father-"

"No." His stomach dropped.

"He was called away on urgent business. He won't be back until tomorrow."

Adrien stared at her, wishing, hoping that this was some kind of twisted joke. His throat tightened, and tears burned in the corners of his eyes. "But..." he choked out. "We had the whole day planned."

"I'm so sorry."

"It's her birthday."

"I know," Nathalie stepped forward, her voice low with concern. "If there's anything I-"

"He can't leave me alone." His voice broke as he spoke. "Not today."

She reached out a hand to reassure him. "Adrien..." She paused and withdrew. "I'll call him."

"Don't bother," he snapped, swiping at a tear that managed to fall down his cheek. "I'll be in my room."

"I can call Nino and see if he's available."

Adrien turned away. "I'd rather be alone."

"I-" Her grip on her tablet tightened. "Alright. If you change your mind..."

He ran upstairs, slamming the door shut behind him. In the back of his mind, he knew he'd have to apologize for shouting and probably worrying one of the few people in this household that genuinely cared about him, but he couldn't think past the persistent haze of grief clouding his thoughts. He threw himself onto the bed, face down and sobbing into his sheets.

Plagg flew out and curled up at his side, nudging him gently to provide as much comfort as he could. Adrien hardly registered the sensation. He could hardly breathe through the deep ache in his chest as he cried so forcefully he almost felt sick. His heart throbbed with the need for comfort, for his mother's delicate fingertips through his hair, for her soothing voice to tell him everything would be okay, for anything to tell him his family hadn't abandoned him. His hands fisted in his sheets, and he curled in on himself, wringing every ounce of disappointment into his soft, pained weeping.

"M-mo..." His voice cracked, broken by a fresh round of deep sobs.

Something fluttered over his hand, and abruptly, everything stopped.

The pain, the tears, the memories, the internal pleas for something to change all came to a sudden halt as Adrien's vision turned purple.

"You'd like to see your mother again?" A soothing voice whispered in his ear. "I can help you find her."

Adrien sat up. "You can?"

The sensation of cold tears drying on his cheeks and the sound of Plagg shouting at him to say no were easily ignored in favor of the hope rising in his chest.

"Of course. All you have to do is bring me Ladybug's earrings and Chat Noir's ring."

"Kid, you can't! You have to say no!" Plagg tugged at his sleeve, his voice rising in panic. "Adrien!" His shouts were drowned out by the low, persuasive voice filling Adrien's mind.

"You can be with her again." Images of seeing his mother again, reuniting with her and hugging her, actually hearing her voice again, flooded his mind, overshadowing the distant voice of his kwami along with thoughts of Ladybug.

"Yes, Hawkmoth." Adrien whispered. "I'll bring them to you."

#miraculous ladybug #adrien agreste #gabriel agreste #sad adrien #akumatized adrien #someone give this precious boy a hug #I made myself sad writing this #my writing

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