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[nxrthmizu]

Crash and Burn

fandom | miraculous ladybug

genre | salt, lila salt

pairing | n/a

w.c | 3.2k

author's note | hey remember that lila salt fic i promised? this isn't it but this is something i made today so yep. please accept this as an apology for yknow. me promising to write and. not doing it.

Enough was enough.

“Marinette, stop accusing Lila! She just wants to make friends!”

“Take the high road.”

“Be a good model student, Marinette.”

Enough. Was. Enough.

Marinette had the connections, the power, the choice to make Lila’s entire world crumble apart. The only thing that stood between the liar’s demise was the tiniest pinch of morality and self-restraint— And no, that self-restraint did not come in the form of Tikki. Even the kwami, who had to be an aggregation of all the good and nice things in the world, was fed up and ready to retaliate.

“What a joke.” Lila cackled, tossing a chunk of her sausage hair over her shoulder flamboyantly. The two girls were in the bathroom, with Lila smirking in front of the sink and Marinette a little distance away from her. “You can make my world crumble? What is this, a threat?”

“A promise.” Marinette corrected. “Stop telling lies. Come clean to every one. No more lying about knowing celebrities left and right, no more making excuses about not being able to take your own notes, no more making up ‘diseases’ just so your life gets a little more convenient. To be frank, I really don’t care what happens to you— But by making these empty promises to introduce my classmates to great ‘celebrities’, you’re ruining their futures. Stop.”

“And what are you going to do if I don’t?” Lila sneered, face twisted into an ugly grin. “You going to cry in front of the class? Try and convince them that I, the one they adore— That I am lying?”

“No.” Marinette’s eyes were clear when she met Lila’s. The clouds of self-doubt that used to hover over the bright, shining star inside her soul had now dissipated, letting the bluenette emit a confident, glowing appearance as she met the liar head on. “I’m just going to keep my promise.”

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Lila headed off to a modelling shoot after school, pleased at the prospect of spending more time with Adrien. There were a couple tendrils of Marinette’s words hanging behind in her mind— Did the girl mean what she said? Did she actually… Was she actually capable of causing Lila’s downfall? … Surely not. Marinette may have once been the ‘Everyday Ladybug’, but there was no way she was that competent, there was no way the girl was capable of plotting.

The Italian hummed, brushing away thoughts of the annoying bluenette from her mind. She was going on a photoshoot— One that was going cause the rise and burst of her career, the one that was going to make her name a globally-known one. Unfortunately for Lila, her plans were going to be derailed quite soon— In fact, as soon as Gabriel Agreste’s car rolled into the parking lot of the shoot location.

“Explain this, Mlle. Rossi.” Gabriel’s nostrils flared as he pointed to the tabloid article on his tablet. The Italian girl froze, the headlines seared into her eyes, big and black and bold, shooting poison right into the core of her body, paralysing her cell by cell starting from her heart. “What is the meaning of this?”

‘Adrien Agreste Reported To Be Harassed by Fellow Model’— The image under the caption was one that was clearly taken by a hidden photographer. The picture was framed with leafy foliage, which suggested that the camera was tucked up in a tree. Despite the distance, it was quite obvious in the image that Adrien was reeling away, disgusted and uncomfortable as a faceless woman in an orange blazer, back turned to the camera— Invaded his personal space.

The subtitle was the cream on the cupcake.

‘Witnesses State Gabriel Agreste Ignorant of Workplace Harassment’.

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As if things couldn’t quite go down a worser path, Lila returned home to a fuming mother and an unexpected visitor.

“Lila! You come here right this instant!” The diplomat demanded as soon as the front door opened, her daughter shrinking slightly at the tone and pitch that her mother was using. The last time her mother had been this angry— Well, it was when she got expelled from her last school. “I can’t believe what you’ve done! If it weren’t for your kind classmate, lord knows how long you would’ve continued with this!”

The Italian meekly followed her mother into the living room, eyes widening until they were as large as saucers, mouth agape at the last person she expected to see sitting on the couch.

Marinette smiled kindly, waving at the girl, looking every bit the part of the innocent, pure, kind child that every parent wanted to have. Before Lila could release a torrent of questions about what the hell Marinette Dupain-Cheng was doing in her living room, her mother charged on, beginning to take out her anger on her daughter while a literal angel sat on the sofa, cradling a box of pastries from her family’s bakery.

“Your friend here tells me that you’ve been taking absences from school to go on trips to help humanity!” Mme. Rossi exploded, waving her arms around madly. “She says she’s here to share her notes from the classes you’ve missed! You’ve never left Paris this year! What’s this I hear about flying off to the kingdom of— What was it called again, Marinette dear?”

“Achu.” Provided the bluenette helpfully, the diplomat’s expression instantly softening when she talked to the other teen in the living room.

“Ah, yes. Thank you, dear.” The woman turned back to her daughter, instantly snapping on a mask of anger in a matter of a fraction of a second. “What’s this about flying off to this kingdom of Achu to help homeless orphans with some random prince?”

“Um…” Lila piped up, wriggling as her brain churned at 200 lies per hour, trying to whip up a cover of some sort.

“I’m not done! Your friend here is such a helpful child that she even went as far as to ask her family doctor is there’s a cure for your… Lying disease!” Mme. Rossi practically roared, breathing flames as if she were an intimidating dragon, her daughter flinching away from the heat. “I’ve never heard of anything more ridiculous! And then there’s the fact that you lied to your classmates about having tinnitus?!”

“I actually do have tinnitus!” Lila cut in forcibly, widening her eyes to make herself look more pitiful. “I was just afraid to tell you because I didn’t want you to worry!”

“Bullshit!”

“Um… Sorry to interrupt, Mme. Rossi,” Marinette piped up, the diplomat instantly cooling down as she faced the bluenette, a soft smile tracing the Italian woman’s lips. “But it’s getting rather late and my parents would love me home soon. I also have some tests to revise for tonight, so I think I should get going.”

“Oh, of course, dear.” Mme. Rossi hastily got up to help the bluenette to the door, shooting a warning glare at her daughter— ‘Sit still and don’t you dare go anywhere’, the glare read. “Feel free to come over again anytime you want, dear. I’m not home often, but you are such a sweet child. I’m sure Lila could learn a lot from you.”

“Thanks for having me as well, Mme. Rossi. I really like your home. I left the pastries on the counter— Make sure to warm the curry puffs before you eat them.” Marinette returned the smile, bowing slightly to the older woman as a sign of respect.

“Thank you for the pastries as well, Marinette. I ought to visit your parents’ bakery sometime when I’m free.” Mme. Rossi opened the door kindly for the bluenette, waving the girl off with an affectionate smile. Her parents must be so lucky to have such a sweet little thing like her, Mme. Rossi sighed internally, turning the key so she locked the door. And she seems to be a high-scoring student as well.

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Lila seethed, having been grounded by her mother. As far as Mme. Rossi was concerned, there was a boarding school not too far away from their current residence, and by the next week, the Italian girl would be transferred over. Lila had never hated Dupain-Cheng as much as she did in that moment.

Still furious, the Italian snapped her laptop open, too angry to bother with the fact she might’ve scratched the surface. Clicking into the web browser, she started to type in the words ‘Ladyblog’— That was, before a news article caught her eye.

‘Jagged Stone Interview Reveals Underage, Obsessed Fan’.

What on Earth…

As soon as Lila clicked into the link, the news footage from the interview immediately begin to play. The date stamp on it showed that it had aired last night— Which meant that she would’ve missed it, since her mother was too busy yelling at her to turn on the television to watch Nadja Chamack’s daily news.

“As soon as I heard this rumour about some underage teenage girl claiming that she had saved my cat on an airport runway, I called Penny and asked her to book a slot for me to clarify this,” Jagged Stone said grimly, dressed in more formal attire as he sat in the comfortable, cushioned chair of the news station, with Nadja nodding equally seriously beside him. “Let me clarify— I’ve never owned a cat. I’m allergic to fur. The only pet I’ve had was Fang, and he’s an al-li-ga-tor. Not a cat. Whatever the girl is claiming, she’s obsessed and making up stories.”

“It’s also kind of bewildering that she saved it on an airport runway,” Nadja continued, shaking her head in disappointment. “That kind of thing only happens in dramas— It’s too dangerous for anyone besides authorised workers to be on airport runways.”

“Right, right!” Jagged agreed instantly. “The whole rumour is just really baffling.”

“M. Jagged, may I ask what kind of effect these rumours have on a celebrities’ career?” Nadja continued, leading the conversation on like a professional.

“Well, rumours that circulate around tend to have really bad effects, and the worse ones can hang around for a long, long time. Tabloids are often spun off from rumours, baseless and with no evidence. Those tabloids will never truly disappear, so they can leave a mark on a celebrity’s reputation as some people will believe anything— Even things they read from un-cited tabloids.”

“That is simply terrible. Have you ever had any cases of rumours created by underaged teens before this?”

“I’ve had quite a number, but none of them really got as big as this one. From what Penny has found from digging around, the teen girl managed to spread the rumour through her school and onto a once-popular blog.” Jagged explained. “Penny has also found out that the same girl has claimed that I’ve written songs for her to thank her for saving my cat! I would never write songs and dedicate them to an underaged girl— Trust me. If I could do such a thing, I’d already have written a dozen in honour of my niece— She’s my favourite designer.”

Nadja smiled at that sentence. “Then—“

The news footage cut off abruptly as Lila slammed her laptop shut, too upset to continue watching.

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On the other side of Paris, Alya was pacing around her room frantically, wondering why on earth Lila wasn’t picking up on her calls. She’d left at least four dozen messages to the Italian, who was absent from school that day. There had been a couple whispers here and there about why she was missing— Rose had suggested another impromptu trip to Achu.

Lila’s absence wasn’t the weirdest part of the day, however.

That award would go to Marinette, who walked into class with a smile, the slightest sprinkles of delight colouring her bluebell eyes when she spotted Lila’s empty seat.

Growing in frustration, Alya threw herself onto her bed, phone clattering onto the mattress with her. Within the next few minutes, however, her phone suddenly started exploding with notifications. Excited at the prospect of Lila finally texting back, Alya turned on her phone, only to be disappointed by the notifications all clamouring from the class group chat.

Kim had sent a link to the chat— Without hesitation, Alya clicked into it, frowning when she saw Nadja and Jagged appear on the screen. Throughout the interview, the colour on the Ladyblogger’s face only paled by the second until she was as white as a sheet, and if it were halloween at that time, she would’ve won the best costume award for being a ghost.

There must… There must’ve been a mistake.

A notification from Lila’s number made the blogger perk up, instantly clicking into the conversation— But her newfound hope didn’t last very long.

[Lila]

Hi, Alya. This is Lila’s mom. She’s currently grounded right now. Is there anything important you need to tell her?

[Alya]

Oh, nothing much… I just wanted to ask where she was.

[Lila]

She’s at home.

[Alya]

Okay, thanks.

Flopping onto her bed, Alya begin thinking, revising over the past few months like it was an old clip. Lila’s exciting adventures and interactions with celebrities of every kind— Lila going overseas and face timing the entire class— Lila letting her in on the secrets of being Ladybug’s friend…

… Marinette trying to tell them that Lila was lying…

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The class was awfully silent the next day. Adrien was absent as well— A social worker was looking into his home life as a result of the tabloid that arose. Things for the blonde could either get better or worse from then on, as the matters were still foggy and things hadn’t cleared up yet. The blonde maintained contact with his friends, however, calling and texting them whenever he could.

“Class, settle down.” Mlle. Bustier stepped into the class, looking very tense and uncomfortable. “Today, we will have a guest, so please be on your best behaviours, alright?”

Just as the teacher finished speaking, a tall, regal-looking Italian woman entered the classroom, a cowering principal and a meek-looking Lila in tow. The class brightened slightly at the sight of their friend— But by the way she wasn’t looking into their eyes… Things weren’t going to be good.

“Good morning. I am Mme. Rossi, Lila’s mother.” The woman begin speaking, her firm and no-nonsense tone instantly making every student sit straight, their eyes too afraid to look anywhere else but the Italian diplomat. “It has come to my attention that my daughter has been taking absences from school to do charity work— And I have to clarify that this is a lie. Lila has been doing nothing but holing herself up in her room, lying to me and saying that there are no classes due to akumas.” The Italian diplomat glowered at Damocles. “What’s even more baffling is the fact that neither her homeroom nor the principal bothered to check up with me despite a student having extended periods of absence with no note or email written whatsoever.”

The class was so quiet that they could hear the quiver of Mlle. Bustier’s trembling lip.

“In addition, I’ve been kindly told that Lila has claimed to have a lying disease, which is the most ridiculous thing I’ve heard this week.” It was impossible to miss the way the Italian diplomat was glaring daggers at both Mlle. Bustier and Damocles. “No one bothered to look it up online to see if it’s actual disorder, nor did anyone call me to confirm and ask for a doctor’s note, which is standard procedure.” Chills burst over the room, making every one shiver as the woman hissed out her words.

“Mme. Rossi, we didn’t want to disturb your busy schedule—” Damocles begin, only to be blown backwards from the sheer intensity of Mme. Rossi’s glower.

“M. Damocles, standard procedures exist for a reason. Unless you’d like to tell me about any other things you’ve been letting my daughter get away with?”

“N— No, Mme.”

The Italian diplomat continued on her war path. “My daughter also claimed to have tinnitus, am I correct?”

“Y— Yes, Mme.” Mlle. Bustier answered when it seemed like no one was going to.

“And I heard that the class seating arrangement was shifted to accommodate for that?” The homeroom teacher didn’t dare answer this time, for it seemed like whatever she said would be the incorrect answer. “And apparently, my daughter has also been faking broken wrists and requesting for her classmates to complete her work for her.” Mme. Rossi was practically breathing flames at that point, “And I am incredibly upset at the lack of action from the homeroom teacher.”

No one could breath.

“I have many concerns about the running of this schooling facility, and I expect to discuss this with M. Damocles privately after this. However, there is still something to be done.” Mme. Rossi swept her gaze towards her daughter, who found the floor incredibly interesting at that point of time. “Lila? Something you’d like to say to your classmates?”

“… I’m sorry for lying to you.” Lila mumbled resentfully.

“Louder, Lila. No one can hear you.”

“I’m sorry for lying to you!” Lila swallowed, bursting like an explosion that had finally been triggered, tears in her eyes and fists hatefully curled. “I’m sorry for lying about my diseases and injuries. I’m sorry for making you do my work,” She spat. “Sorry for causing any inconveniences.”

Mme. Rossi raised an eyebrow at her daughter. “Is that all?”

Lila glared at her mother, who was completely unfazed. “Oh, so you want an apology from me? Fine!” She turned to the class, a maniacal glint in her eyes as she sneered at the class, a few gasps puffing from around the room as they caught their first glimpse of the liar that resided in the ‘harmless’ shell of Lila Rossi. “I’m sorry that you are all such idiots that you all fell for everything. I’m sorry that Marinette has such terrible, untrusting classmates that turned their backs on her even though she was still a goody-two shoes till the end, even though she still wanted to help you sorry peasants. I’m sorry that you were all so goddamn gullible! There! Good enough for you?”

Shock was etched into the faces of every human in the classroom— Including Mlle. Bustier, M. Damocles, and Mme. Rossi themselves. Clearly, that part of the apology had not been part of the plan.

“Did I miss something?” Said a sweet voice, followed by the presence of a bluenette, her hair tied in a half-up. A royal blue blazer decorated her lithe form, accompanied by a smart-looking white blouse and a black plaited skirt. Formal had never looked so good on anyone— And if someone didn't know better, they'd think that the bluenette was a young lawyer, emerging victorious from her first successful case.

“Marinette!” Alya exclaimed.

“I’m sorry that you’re such an annoying, little, pest.” Lila bit in the girl’s face, disdain colouring her features as she ignored her mother’s enraged gasp behind her.

The bluenette simply smiled, unaffected by the liar who had crashed and burned like the liar once wished upon her. Marinette Dupain-Cheng stood at her full height, the perfect image of grace and poise as she maintained her composure, quite unlike her nemesis, who thrashed under her mother’s restraining hands.

“And I’m sorry that you didn’t take my promise to heart.”

this can count as adrien redemption depending on you cause ehhh i dont like how passive he is but i havent caught up with the recent episodes, he might have become better. idk.

also where the hell is my miraculous taglist i cant find it so eep. no tagging ppl ig oops

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[nxrthmizu]

| the king’s sister | Kageyama Tobio

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prompt | This post

pairing | ??? Yet to be determined 

words | 806 

author’s note | due to popular demand (actually, it was just @whootwhoot​ ) I have decided to write this drabble! Enjoy :) 

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The squeaks of volleyball shoes across the court was a familiar noise in the morning as Karasuno’s boys team prepared vigorously for their upcoming qualifiers. The yells of ‘I’ve got it’ and ‘Open!’ clouded the court in a symphony of teamwork. 

Takeda and Ukai watched from the sidelines, the once flightless crows mutating and adapting into a new, powerful form. The cogs had clicked together, triggering the whole piece of machinery to run as one. There were still chinks and little crevices to smooth out, and the gears needed a little oiling, but Karasuno was becoming the best it had ever been for a long time. 

Pants echoed off the gym walls as the boys slumped against the sides of the courts, drinking in the much-needed water that their bodies were crying for. Even Kageyama and Hinata were too tired to start up another silly argument, much to Daichi’s and Suga’s relief. 

After their little break, players started getting up and gathering in circles on the court, getting ready for another tiring session of practice. Before anyone could get started, however, there was a knock on the gym door. 

A head of silky, black hair peered in, accompanied by sparkling midnight-blue eyes. “Is Kageyama Tobio here?” The girl asked, her eyes lighting up as she spotted the first year setter, holding up a box wrapped in dark blue cloth. “Tobio! You forgot your lunch!” 

She was dressed in the Karasuno uniform, wearing her white blouse underneath the beige sweater. Her dark blue skirt flapped under the wind, her sleek legs highlighted by the black tights she was wearing. A violin case was slung over her shoulder, giving the team a pretty good idea of which club she belonged to. 

“Oh.” Kageyama looked flustered as he rushed forward, taking the lunchbox from the shorter girl, who ruffled his hair with a grin on her face. “Shut up.” He muttered, whatever the girl said being out of earshot from the team. A faint red dusted his cheeks as the girl pinched his cheeks happily, waving at him before she left, a skip in her steps as she walked away from the gym. 

Kageyama’s ears were burning red as he returned back to where the team was gathered, having placed his lunch box next to his bottle. 

“Damn.” Noya’s jaw had dropped so far it was practically touching the court floor. “She’s beautiful.” Under normal circumstances, either Sugawara or Daichi would’ve chastised the libero, but the two were too flustered to have any right to say anything. 

The dark-haired first year setter nodded, looking rather blank and confused at the fuss. “I know. I’ve been told.” 

“Oi, Kageyama, how’d a hopeless guy like you get such a pretty girl like that to talk to you?” Tanaka elbowed the first year setter, grinning from ear-to-ear. 

Kageyama tilted his head to one side in confusion, blinking twice as he tried to understand the question. “She’s my sister.” 

The gym erupted into noise like a volcano, the yells and screams overflowing from the court. There was Noya’s and Tanaka’s yells of ‘Why didn’t you ever tell us you had a sister?’, Hinata and Yamaguchi’s yells of ‘Kageyama-kun has a sister?’, Tsukishima’s displeased sigh of ‘Can you guys shut up,’, and Takeda’s failed efforts at calming the team down. 

“So the king has a sister.” Tsukishima commented in amusement. 

“That makes her the... Princess!” Hinata suggested brightly (“Or the queen,” Yamaguchi piped in). 

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[Two months later, at a Karasuno vs Seijoh practice match] 

“I look forward to beating you on the court again, Tobio-chan!” Oikawa said in a sing-song voice, Iwaizumi already marching towards him with an dark expression. “Eh, who’s this? Karasuno got another manager?” 

The dark-haired third year glanced around, pointing at herself when she realised Oikawa could only be talking to her. “Actually, I’m not their manager, I’m just here to-”

“If I could rearrange the alphabet, I’d put ‘U’ and ‘I’ together.” Oikawa winked suggestively, ignoring how Ennoshita and Sugawara were using all of their strength to hold back the first year setter, who looked ready to maul him. “You free this weekend?” 

“Uh...” She sweat-dropped nervously, glancing around for help. Thankfully, Hinata came to the rescue, even without knowing he was being the dark-haired girl’s saviour. 

“Kageyama-san!” The bright first-year called out, glancing at Oikawa’s expression, which had morphed from a flirtatious one to a horrified one in mere seconds. “Kiyoko-san asked if you could help her with the water bottles?” 

Kageyama Y/N breathed a sigh of relief, thanking the gods out there for the blessing by the name of Hinata Shoyo. “Gladly.” 

“I found a Kageyama attractive?” Seijoh’s captain yowled in agony, getting dragged back onto their side of the court for warmups by Iwaizumi, who just rolled his eyes at his best friend. 

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[nxrthmizu]

| honoured | day 16

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@daminette-december2019-2020 ​

prompt | Royalty AU

pairing | Damian Wayne x Marinette Dupain-Cheng 

words | 1.7k 

author’s note | Hi watch me indulge myself in this because it’s everything I’ve ever wanted in a royalty au 

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“You’re all pathetic.” Damian hissed, twisting the sword out of yet another knight’s grip. “How are you supposed to protect me when you can’t even beat me in a duel?” His sharp words glared at the line of knights that had applied to be Gotham’s prince’s personal guard. None of them lived up to his expectations, and at this point Damian wasn’t even surprised anymore. 

He huffed impatiently. “Is that all you lot have got?” 

“May I try, sir?” Spoke a knight that was way too short and way too small in comparison to the line of other silver-clad men. A pair of bluebell eyes met the prince’s emerald ones, a spark of determination and confidence glinting in them. 

Damian sighed, eyeing the spark in the bluebell eyes, a smirk overcoming his features. How naive, he thought. He couldn’t wait to smite out that light in those bluebell eyes. 

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He didn’t. 

The room was completely silent as Damian’s sword flew across the room with a clang, twisted quickly out of his grip as the small knight surprised him with the sudden attack. It was so quiet that the failed knights could hear the prince’s shallow, panting breaths that hurried to pay off the oxygen debt in his muscles. 

“... What is your name.” The prince’s voice was deadly quiet as he stared into the blue eyes. The knight slid the helmet off, dark blue hair tied up in a ponytail, flushed cheeks painted red from the ten continuous minutes of unending parrying. 

“Marin Cheng, sir!” 

The failed knights watched with bated breath as the prince stared down coldly at the shorter knight. They had underestimated the knight greatly- No one thought that the small midget stood a single chance against the prince, who was one of the best swordsmen known throughout the kingdom. 

“...” He surveyed Marin with a careful eye. “Very well. See Mr. Pennyworth about your new living arrangements.” The words were unspoken, but the whole hall was clear about what the prince had left unsaid. 

You are my personal guard. 

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Marin never left Damian’s side, per his request. His personal guard’s job was to follow him around to ensure he was never outnumbered in an ambush- And he had to admit, Marin’s presence was rather enjoyable. The small knight was not made out of a lot of muscle- But certainly had the wits and deftness to make up for the lack in size. 

The knight quickly learnt that there were times when Damian wanted the air to be filled with chatter, and when he did not. During the times that he wanted to rid of the silence, the blue-haired knight would begin talking animatedly, chatting about anything and everything around them- The bushes around the royal garden, the new bakery that opened downtown, the new uniform for cadets. And when the prince valued his silence, the blue-haired knight would keep quiet and simply follow the emerald-eyed teen around. 

“Marin.” 

The knight was sitting on the floor of Damian’s private library, flipping through a book with the prince’s permission. Blue eyes glanced up instantly, the book forgotten quickly as the knight waited for the prince’s instructions. 

“I’m bored.” Damian pushed the documents he was supposed to read aside. “Fence with me.” 

The two of them were in the palace courtyard in a while, both their swords drawn as the prince stepped forward with the first move. The metallic ringing of sword on sword rang through the courtyard, the blows consistently repeating as the prince parried his knight’s attack. 

“You’ve gotten better, my prince.” Marin commented with a slight smile, blocking another of Damian’s attacks. 

A smirk slipped onto the prince’s features. “Of course.” 

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Months flew by uneventfully, Marin moving seamlessly into the prince’s life, getting used to the daily schedule of the emerald-eyed teen. Marin would be up at 5am, training alone in the empty courtyard until 6, when a shower and a quick pop-in to the kitchen would be needed. At 6.30, the knight would accompany Damian to breakfast and the rest of the day would be spent in the study or in the courtyard. 

Of course, Marin’s appointment as the prince’s personal guard brought a lot of attention in the form of jealousy and hate in the knight’s direction- But most of the time, these glares were simply dismissed by Marin. The other knights started trying to find any sort of dirt on the personal guard, knowing there was no way they could outmatch Marin in skill. 

And fortunately for the other knights, (And unfortunately for Marin), the blue-haired knight had a giant secret. 

The blue-haired knight shrieked in terror as the other silver-clad men dragged her into the middle of the king’s court, wrapped in only a white towel, all of her secrets laid out after they ambushed her in her morning bath. 

“Sir!” One of the knights said with a scoff. “We have an imposter among us.” 

It was clear now, without the wall of her silver armour to hide in, that Marin was actually a Marinette. Her long, dark blue hair covered her bare shoulders like a curtain of ivy, her bluebell eyes sharp in fright of the king’s reaction. 

“Prince Damian’s personal guard...” The knight continued, eyeing her hatefully and with a glint of victory. “Is a woman.” 

Before anyone could express their surprise at this discovery, the doors of the hall slammed open, as loud as a thunder clap across the kingdom’s skies. The furious prince stood in the middle of the doorway, marching to the centre of the court with narrowed eyebrows and a displeased frown. 

“What is this?” He demanded, eyes flitting over to the nearly-naked woman sitting in the centre of the hall.

“Damian,” King Bruce begin slowly. “It seems that your personal guard is... A lady.” 

‘Infuriated’ didn’t even begin to describe the prince’s expression. “And?” He snapped, turning to point his glare at the knights that surrounded the blue-haired knight. “She’s more than competent at her job. More competent than you lot, actually.” 

“My prince, with all due respect, don’t you think it’s inappropriate to have a lady as a knight?” One of the silver-clad men spoke up with a raised eyebrow, his fellow knights murmuring their agreements. 

The prince sucked in a deep breath before sharpening his ice-cold glare. “I am to be the future king of this country.” Hissed the emerald-eyed prince. “And if the knight, whether a she or a he, is capable of holding he or her ground in a duel against me, which, may I remind, you lot weren’t, then I would be nothing less than honoured to have her fight by my side.” 

Silence rang deafening volumes in the courtyard as men registered the fact that Prince Damian- The ice prince himself- Just admitted to be honoured to fight in someone’s else company- Never mind the fact that the someone happened to be a woman. 

“Father.” Damian said in an icy tone, shedding off his cloak to wrap around Marin- No, Marinette’s shoulders. “These knights clearly have no concept on respect and privacy. They dragged out a woman in nothing but her towel into the centre of a hall. Father, surely you don’t believe that these people here deserve to be knights?” 

The king hummed thoughtfully. “You do have a point. I don’t suppose they do.” 

“Your majesty-” 

“Alfred, have these men be removed from the palace premises and be stripped of their knight titles, please.” 

“Father, if I could make one more request?” 

“Speak.” 

Damian stood up, a cold fire burning in his eyes that would later lead him to be a fair and just ruler. “I would like to allow capable women to join knight ranks officially.” 

The court was so silent that you could hear the pen scratching of Mr. Pennyworth, who was busy making arrangements and smiling proudly at the emerald-eyed prince’s request. 

“That is an interesting request, Damian.” The king smiled thoughtfully. “Have your proposal on this new law finished and on my desk by tomorrow afternoon.” 

The prince nodded his head, gripping his personal guard’s shoulders as he helped her stand. “Thank you, father.” He said, emerald-green eyes glinting at the now former-knights as he guided Marinette out of the hall, the doors slamming close as if nothing had just happened. 

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 “Did you know this whole time?” Marinette asked quietly, now decked out more comfortably in her knight gear. The prince and his personal guard were seated on the stone steps of the courtyard, the sun beating down into the ceiling-less area. 

“... Ever since you beat me. Yes.” Came the prince’s answer as he watched the blue-haired woman wipe his sword clean. “You were too small-built to be a man. Your shoulders aren’t wide enough.” 

“I see.” 

Silence resumed as the blue-haired knight fidgeted awkwardly on the step, her hands moving quickly to make the metal shine under the glow of the sun. 

“You don’t have to always wear your armour around me.” Damian mused quietly, leaning against one of the pillars comfortably. “You can just wear a shirt. It would be easier for you to move around. And since everyone knows anyway,” He shrugged. “No point in you trying to cover up with your armour anymore.” 

Marinette blushed at the prince pointing her out blatantly. “I... Yes, my prince.” 

“Go change. I want to duel for a bit before I have to draft up my proposal.” He said lazily, flicking his hands at her. “I’ll practice on my own first. Hurry up.” 

He watched her retreating back, the clanks of her armour gradually getting softer as she returned to her room, which was only a corridor away from his. His mind flickered back to the day he first met her- Damian thought he’d never lose to a man in swordplay. 

And he was right. 

He lost to a woman. 

A woman by the name of Marinette Cheng. 

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| fencing partners | day 2

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prompt | swordplay

pairing | Damian Wayne x Marinette Dupain-Cheng

words | 1k 

author’s note | Here we go! Day 2 :3 

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The metallic clang of blade on blade rang throughout the Wayne Manor garden. Bruce’s eyebrows twitched in surprise as the repetitive blows showed no signs of stopping. 

“Who’s out there fencing with Damian?” Bruce furrowed his eyebrows as Alfred entered the living room with a tray of tea and biscuits. “Dick’s not in Gotham, Jason wouldn’t willingly spend an afternoon training with Damian, Tim’s probably on his computer...” 

“It’s the lady, sir.” Alfred informed the clueless man. “Master Damian invited his new friend, Miss Dupain-Cheng, over for a friendly sparring session.” 

Bruce’s attention was instantly off the newspaper that he was holding. “Damian... Invited someone over?” If Alfred had to describe Bruce’s expression in three words, it would be disbelief, surprise, and pride. 

“It’s a very interesting match, sir.” The butler continued. “You can see them sparring from the kitchen window, Master Bruce.” 

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“You’re not too bad at this.” Damian admitted with a smirk, deflecting one of her attacks. “But are you good enough for this?” He stepped forward, jabbing his sabre towards the bluenette’s chest. Much to his surprise, she swerved to the right, his offence meeting the mockery of empty air. 

“Apparently, yes.” She replied with a smile, approaching him with her own set of attacks. A laugh bubbled in amusement as Damian manipulated his own body with the swiftness of a snake, avoiding the jabs that were shooting towards him left and right. The green-eyed teen was too busy trying not to get hit to retaliate with any attacks. “Look at you running.” She quipped in amusement, swinging her sabre towards him without pause, the tail end of one attack followed quickly by the head of another. 

The green-eyed teen scoffed, eyes glinting in a thirst for victory. “This isn’t over yet.” Taking her by surprise, he ducked her attack, his sabre moving forward with the swiftness of a dragon. This was quickly blocked as Marinette’s own dragon clashed head-to-head with his, the bluenette recovering fast enough to parry. 

“Of course it isn’t.” She hummed, eyes watching his movements in concentration. “How much longer do you think you can keep this up for?” 

“As long as I need to.” Damian snarked in reply, his feet moving forward with another set of attacks. 

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“The two of you should have some water.” Alfred frowned at the two teens seated the marble steps leading into the open area of the garden. Sweat was dripping off their slick skin as the two agreed to a break after thirty minutes of non-stop battling. 

“Thank you, Mr. Pennyworth.” Damian nodded towards the butler, grabbing the two bottles of water that the man offered and tossing one into the air. “Catch.” 

Marinette caught the bottle with no unnecessary movements, taking a grateful gulp from the container. “Thank you.” She smiled politely, blue eyes twinkling softly. 

“Master Damian, is Miss Dupain-Cheng your classmate?” Alfred questioned politely, his curiosity surfacing from under the iceberg. 

“She’s just a fencing partner.” Replied Damian, who brushed it off. “Dupain-Cheng’s in the fencing club and needs practice. She’s a worthy opponent.” He shrugged. 

Marinette offered her own input on the question. “A friend of mine convinced me to join the fencing club, and I’m a little behind compared to everyone else. I need all the practice I can get.” 

A little behind compared to everyone else? Damian wanted to laugh. The bluenette held her own against him for thirty minutes, for god’s sake. In anything, she was probably the best fencer in the club, second only to Kagami Tsurugi. 

A month ago, Gotham Academy welcomed two blue-haired girls. Kagami Tsurugi, christened the ‘Ice Queen’ due to her icy personality. It was quickly discovered, however, that the iciness did not apply to one particular Marinette Dupain-Cheng. 

A month ago, Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Gotham’s new fashion prodigy with bright, creative eyes, joined the academy, over half of the student population falling head over heels for the pretty bluenette with a kind smile. 

A month ago, Damian Wayne met his fencing partner. 

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“So what’s this I hear about Damian having a friend?” Richard’s return from Metropolis was regretful for Damian, who had been plagued by Dick’s insistent curiosity about the bluenette that Alfred had talked about. 

“She’s not my friend,” Damian said for what felt like the hundredth time. “She’s just a fencing partner.” 

“So a friend, then!” 

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Staring at the ceiling, Damian wondered, what defined fencing partner? Were they just schoolmates? Students in the same club? Or were they maybe... friends? 

“Mr. Pennyworth?” 

The butler looked up from where he was, cleaning the inside of the teapot. “Yes, Master Damian?” 

“What defines a fencing partner?” 

The butler blinked twice, humming thoughtfully as he moved over his surprise. “Well, someone that you enjoy fencing with, I suppose.” 

“Someone I enjoy fencing with?” 

Alfred nodded with a soft smile on his lips. “I suppose.” 

“And what defines... A friend?” 

A soft laugh rumbled down the butler’s throat. “I guess a friend would be someone you enjoy spending time with.” 

“So... A fencing partner is a friend you enjoy fencing with?” Damian summed up hesitatingly, wrapping his head around the concept. 

“It seems that it is that way, Master Damian.” 

The green-eyed boy was floating aimlessly in the sea of his thoughts, a little dazed and a little lost. “Thank you, Mr. Pennyworth.” With that, Damian wandered out of the kitchen, Alfred smiling, knowing he had done his job. 

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[Two months later] 

“Who’s this with you, Robin?” The Gotham villain teased, sitting back as his goons attacked the two with constant swingings of their blade. The two teenagers were steady and light on their feet, compared the larger, heavier men that they were fighting. 

Gotham’s new vigilante, a girl dressed in a black-maroon jacket by the name of Lady Beedle perked up, kicking one of the men in the face as she listened intently for her partner’s answer. 

The green-eyed vigilante smiled, something that wasn’t there before sparkling in his eyes. “My fencing partner, a friend that I enjoy fencing with.” 

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| the song of your heart | day 12

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prompt | soulmate au

pairing | Damian Wayne x Marinette Dupain-Cheng 

words | 679 

author’s note | You know that tiktok trend where your soulmate can hear the song you’re singing? Yeah, this is it (Also yes I’m aware I skipped days :P ) Note: Paris is 6 hours ahead of New York (Which I’m going to use as a reference for Gotham). 

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[Gotham, 3pm]

“Again?” Damian grumbled, the tune of the unnamed song drifting through his mind. 3pm classes were usually the worst for him- It seemed to be the time when his soulmate would hum the most. 

The melody wafted through his senses and drowned out the teacher’s explanation of the circle theorem. Everything else paled in comparison to the sweet voice that was weaving around in random patterns, drawing a net between him and reality as he relaxed, listening closely to the harmony instead of the teacher. 

I wonder what she’s doing, Damian mused. She always hummed at 3pm without fail, going about in for the next 2 hours- Sometimes 3. Without stopping. 

[Paris, 9pm] - Same time 

A continent away, a certain bluenette was humming happily, feeling rather lively as she sewed the pearls into the hem of her latest commission. The dress was coming along nicely- It was Penny’s dress for her wedding to Jagged, and Marinette would run through hell not once, not twice, but three times in order to get every last detail perfect. 

The tune drifted out of her closed lips (That were biting onto a pinch cushion as she only had two hands and those two hands were occupied) as she tightened the thread around her twenty-third pearl. “Seventy-five more to go.” She breathed, picking up another pearl from the container. 

Her humming resumed shortly, only pausing whenever she had to take a drink or a breather. Glancing at the time on her alarm clock, Marinette decided that it was time to go for a nightly stroll around the city of lights. 

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[Gotham, 8pm] - A few hours later 

His soulmate’s humming had stopped a few hours ago, and Damian would rather die than admit his mind felt a little too quiet without it, but it was true. Something was just missing when her voice wasn’t running through his mind, humming those unnamed songs that he just wished she could learn the lyrics to so he could at least guess what languages she spoke. 

Dinner was a short affair, and after it he swiftly returned to his room to finish up any of his measly assignments. Vivaldi’s winter movement- Allegro mon troppo- Flowed out of his laptop’s speakers as he began humming the familiar melody, once in a while putting down his pen to mimic the movements he would make if he were playing the violin. 

[Paris, 2am] - Same time

Eyes squinted open as Marinette groaned, peering at the bedside clock. It wasn’t even surprising anymore- Her soulmate had a tendency to hum classical music in the early hours of the morning- Or the late hours of the night. She rolled back into her bed with a huff as she came to the conclusion that her soulmate was either a very late sleeper/a very early riser or he lived in a different timezone. 

The notes of Vivaldi’s winter movement cascaded familiarly over Marinette as she let them lull her to sleep, knowing the melody by heart as her soulmate had been singing the movement for weeks now. 

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[Gotham, 6am] - A few hours later 

Damian groaned, his eyes reluctantly stretching them open to allow a little light into his receptor cells. A familiar tune lingered in the back of his mind, soft and hiding away, just simply existing quietly- 

His eyes widened. He sure wasn’t the one that was humming the tune, so... 

His soulmate was humming Vivaldi’s first winter movement. 

[Paris, 3pm] - Same time 

“Marinette,” Adrien said after a moment, stopping in his tracks as he looked up from their assigned classwork to turn towards the girl seated behind him. “Are you singing Vivaldi?” 

“Oh, that’s what it is?” Marinette looked delighted. “I’ve been asking around to see if anyone knew what I was singing!” 

The blonde looked slightly surprised. “Wait- What you’re saying is...” 

“My soulmate’s a Vivaldi fan, I suppose.” The bluenette shrugged with a smile on her face. “He hums it in the middle of the night. Has such a lovely voice, too.” 

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| stay the night | Matsukawa Issei

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song | Toothbrush - DNCE

pairing | Matsukawa Issei x Reader 

warning(s) | Implied sexual intercourse

words | 1.6k 

author’s note | Hello its late but ayeeee also not beta/proof-read so it probably sucks but umm yes I’ll come back to edit this later its late and I’m tired 

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You were like quicksand. 

The more he struggled, the faster he sunk. But who said he didn’t want to succumb to you? 

“Going somewhere?” His drowsy drawl filled the air between the two of you, your movements freezing as if someone had pressed the pause button on you. You were in the middle of collecting your discarded clothes, tugging on your crumpled T-shirt that had seen better days. 

Your words caught in your throat, like water in a river when it crashed face-into-face with a concrete dam. “I...” 

The night was dark outside, which wasn’t a surprise seeing as it read 2am on his bedside clock. Even in the darkness, you could make out the sharp lines of his toned body, a result of his years of volleyball and continuos exercise. And even in the darkness, you could see the adorable sleepy smile he was wearing. (God, why did he have to be so good-looking???) 

“You know, baby you don’t have to rush.” He said smoothly, as if he didn’t just catch you hurrying away from a one-night stand. Well, it wasn’t exactly a one-night stand, the two of you had gotten... Intimate before. “You could leave a toothbrush at my place.” 

How could he resist from admiring you? The full moon outside highlighted the etherealness of your skin, painting you as a goddess whose beauty was unrivalled in all four corners of the world. The white sheet you clung around yourself only accented his image of you as a divine being, one that he had been blessed to meet. 

“I... Don’t think that’d be a good idea.” Your nervous laugh made him frown. Why were you so nervous anyway? Weren’t you so pliant and submissive to his touch only a couple hours ago? 

“There’s someone else, isn’t there?” He interrupted, his sharp eyes catching on your numerous giveaways. Your hands were shaking, you avoided eye contact, and you stuttered. Yes, maybe he hadn’t really gotten to know you outside his bedroom, but he knew how to recognise the signs of someone concealing the whole truth from him. 

A sigh slid out from your lips. “Okay, look. My parents... Engaged me to someone, alright?” A breath of air escaped your mouth in a huff. “I don’t want to get married to him, but... My parents don’t want to die without seeing me in a wedding dress. Which is stupid, but they’re not getting any younger.” 

“What, are you sharing a bed with him, too?” He snorted, trying his best to hold back the splash of jealousy that sparked across his tone. 

You surveyed him carefully, your eyes trailing over his toned muscles. “... No, but it just... Feels wrong if I spend the night with someone else.” Reluctantly, you admitted why you’d never stay, confessing the guilt that plunged into your stomach like a heavy rock. 

“Hold on, let’s rewind this a little...” Shaking his head, he held his hand up to stop you from talking. “This... Guy that you’re marrying... Do you like him at all?” 

The lip bite was enough of an answer for him. 

“You don’t.” He concluded simply, watching you struggle for a response. 

“Well-! He’s... Nice, but a little of a pushover, and... Very reliant on his mother...” You noted with a wince. “Actually, screw that, I don’t see how its’ going to work out. His mom literally treats him like a five-year-old and he acts like he’s five-years-old.” 

A scoff rang in Issei’s bedroom, rumbling from the depths of his throat to the vibrations in your ear drum. “You deserve someone better than that.” 

“Are you volunteering?” 

“If I am, will you stay the night?” 

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Issei had never understood when Hanamaki explained that waking up next to someone you loved was the best feeling in the world. At least, he never understood until the morning sun trickled in through the slits of the curtains and he got a glimpse of your (hair colour) hair, swung over the pearl-coloured pillows. 

Oh, and you were a blanket hogger. 

Not that he minded. The nights were always too hot for him and he normally ended up kicking them off anyway. You, on the other hand, were wrapped up like a dumpling. 

He froze when you stirred, moving in your sleep until you cuddled up next to him, tucking your chin into his chest with a satisfied hum. He didn’t dare move. Everything in him stopped momentarily. What if his heart beat too loud and he woke you up? (If he could’ve stopped his heartbeat he would). 

It was in this way he gradually fell back asleep, your head tucked in his chest and his breathing eventually lining up with your steady ones. His phone rang once when his coworker texted to ask if he was okay, he responded with a quick ‘I’m sick’ and typed the shortest leave-requesting-email he had ever written in his entire life, trying to get the letters right without waking you up. 

By the time he woke up, it was past 9am, and the sun was mercilessly beating down on him at that point. A yawn coursed through his body before he realised something wrong.

You were missing. 

To your credit, you had stayed the night. Surely he couldn’t have expected you to stay in the morning, too? 

“You’re awake.” 

If he got a heart attack at that moment, Issei could die a happy man. As far as he could tell, you were dressed in only one of his t-shirts, the garment overflowing from your smaller shoulder width to your mid-thighs. He was also pretty sure his jaw dropped and he gaped at you for a decent amount of time, which would be embarrassing but really, could you blame him? 

“I could get used to seeing you like this every morning.” He commented once he had recovered from his state of partial shock. 

Your hair cascaded over your neck, and it was in that moment that Issei found out you were one of those people that could roll out of bed with your hair looking messy but in a perfect way. He would never change the position of a single strand, even if he was held at gunpoint. Why would anyone change perfection, anyway? 

“I took the liberty of using your kitchen.” You replied with a smile. “Wash up and come out to eat. I took the day off.” 

When Issei said he had never washed up that quickly in his entire life before, he truly meant it. He didn’t even run that fast when he missed his alarm and remembered there was a practice match that morning. 

“About what I said last night.” He begin speaking while washing up the dishes, the soap bubbles eavesdropping on your conversation rather blatantly. You were leaning against the wall, your eyes judgemental as you eyed the (lack of) content in his fridge. “About volunteering.” 

“Oh, it’s fine. I’ll probably just divorce him after a year or something.” 

“No, it’s not fine. If you marry him I swear I will attend the wedding and I will raise my hand when the priest says ‘Speak now or forever hold your peace’.” He threatened, waving around the plate you put the fried eggs on. “I’ll marry you.” 

“I’m sorry?” 

Issei shot you a weird look. “Why are you sorry?” 

“I’m sor- Did you say you’ll marry me?” Bewilderment painted your tone and your flummoxed expression, eyes as wide as the saucers Issei just finished washing. 

“Uh... Yeah? You don’t want to marry him, I don’t want you to marry him, so you can marry me instead.” He explained, as if it was as simple as 1 + 1. “Your parents get to see you in a wedding dress.” 

You blinked a couple times just to make sure you weren’t delusional. “How on Earth did you manage to come to that conclusion?” 

“I don’t want you to marry anyone but me!” He defended, putting down the plate before he broke something and got the two of you injured by the sharp edges that would no doubt result from a broken plate. “Consider this with me for a moment. I would never pressure you into doing anything, you’re free to go anywhere you want as long as you’re safe and I know where you are, and uh...” He fumbled around for the last reason. “And you can use the coupons for free massages that I get from my volleyball magazine subscription.” 

“Is that how you try and convince someone to marry you?” 

“Wait, I have more reasons!” 

“Such as?” 

“I... Can make really nice coffee?” He suggested hopefully. “Oh, uh, I like kids. And... I’ll definitely put a lot of effort into planning dates. Plus I’m not a pushover, and I’m not mama’s boy.” He paused for a moment before adding: “That’s not to say I’m not nice to my mom. I transfer checks to her every month, I call her every Monday night, and I visit her on every second week of the month.” 

You stared at him quietly. “... Then what do you suggest we do? I can’t just call my parents and go: ‘Hey, I was sleeping with this guy while you engaged me with this boy I didn’t even want to marry, can I marry the person I was sleeping with instead?’” 

“Or, I could call your parents.” 

“That sounds like a terrible idea.” 

“Do you have any better ideas?” 

“Seeing as I just agreed to marry you, I don’t think any ideas I have at the moment would be rational.” 

“I’m the one who just asked you to marry me, aren’t my ideas even more irrational?” 

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| the four times kei offered cuddles | Tsukishima Kei

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prompt | nope 

pairing | Tsukishima Kei x Reader 

words | 1.3k 

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One.

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“Oi.” You looked up to meet Tsukishima’s annoyed eyes. “Go to bed.”

Glancing at your alarm clock on your desk, you blinked in shock when you realised it was well past 2am. You had gotten wrapped up in your work that you had lost a grip of time and before you knew it, hours had slipped by. “Oh.” You said blankly. “It’s 2.”

“Yes, you idiot.” He replied dryly, rolling his eyes. “And I thought I went to bed late.” Your roommate had a habit of staying on his phone till midnight even if he already got into bed. His socks squeaked softly across the wooden flooring of the apartment the two of you shared with Yamaguchi and Yachi. “Go to bed.” He said quietly as he turned to leave.

“But I can’t sleep.” You muttered quietly. It was only a week ago you had caught your boyfriend in the arms of another, and the break up had taken a toll on you- But most of all, it took a toll on your sleep schedule. You had gotten used to sleeping surrounded by a warmth, and the empty sheets just felt too cold on some nights.

Tsukishima sighed quietly, his fingers gripping the doorframe of your room. “And why is that.” He asked, his voice warm and soft.

“I... Got used to sleeping with... Him.” You muttered embarrassedly, knowing that he would berate you and snap a snarky remark at you about how that was not his problem.

Two owlish blinks at you later, he made a low rumble in his throat, shutting your bedroom door and walking towards you awkwardly. “Get in bed.” He told you, ignoring your confused expression. “It’s 2am. If you want to be awake for tomorrow’s lectures, you go to sleep now.”

“Tsukishima, what are you-”

His arms tugged around your waist, pulling you onto the single-sized bed you had in your dorm room. “There’s no difference, right?” He grumbled, your back pressed across his chest. “Go to sleep.”

For the first time in six days, you slept soundly, surrounded by a different warmth that soothed you to sleep.

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Two.

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Neither of you spoke of the one night a week after you broke up. Tsukishima never offered to do the same thing after, and you never asked. It was as if it never happened, both of you mutually agreeing to permanently deleting that memory from your mind. But nothing is truly deleted, because you could sometimes imagine his warmth behind you, his lanky arms around your waist and his nose tucked into the crook of your neck, his soft, rhythmic breathing in your ears.

It seemed like he couldn’t forget the feeling, either.

The second time was when thunder rumbled across the skies and rain poured onto the earth, lightning flashing outside your window, making your squeak in terror. You were shaking, diving for your blankets to try and block out the noise and the fear that lingered in the depths of your heart.

A shaky breath escaped your lips as you darted for the only person who was probably still awake and could offer your comfort.

You knocked on his door, your entire body still trembling. He opened his bedroom door to see you, who squeaked as thunder crashed through the night again. You dove for his bed, burying yourself into the sheets, your hands clasped over your ears.

“You’re... Scared of thunderstorms.” He stated in realisation. Glancing out of where you were buried under the blankets, you saw the blonde pulling the curtains close and snapping his laptop shut. “Come here.”

You scrambled into his embrace, his snarky remarks soothing the unsettling feeling inside your chest. The urge to run eventually ebbed away as he continued to comment on your fear of thunderstorms, explaining to you why it was unreasonable.

“What time is it?” Asked you, yawning sleepily. The thunder faded slightly and now it was just the pattering of rain outside Tsukishima’s bedroom window.

“Nearly twelve.” He answered you, leaning against his pillow propped against the wall. You sighed contentedly, snuggling into his warmth. “Do you... Intend to stay here.”

You yawned again, this time quieter. “Shh. Go to sleep, Kei.”

“Since when did you start calling me Kei.” He grumbled, his frown softening as he brushed your hair out of your closed eyes. Sighing, he shifted, pulling you into his arms and the blanket over the two of you, too comfortable to get up to switch off the lights.

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Three.

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“What do you want to eat today?” You asked Kei, who had tucked himself in one corner of the couch. Yamaguchi and Yachi had a field trip for a class they had to attend, leaving you and the blonde in the apartment, alone for a night.

“Whatever’s in the fridge.” He answered, not even looking up from the novel he was reading.

You hummed and tapped your cheek thoughtfully. “How do you feel about watching a movie tonight?”

Raising an eyebrow at you questioningly, Kei spoke. “Don’t you need to study.”

“Taking one day off’s not going to kill me.” You shrugged. “We have instant cup noodles. We could eat those.”

“I’ll pick a movie.”

“... Fine, but choose a good one.”

10 minutes later, the two of you were seated next to each other, steaming cups of instant noodle in your hand, watching ‘The Good Dinosaur’. You had to admit, Kei’s selection had surprised you, but it wasn’t that bad of a movie (The dinosaur was cute).

“That’s so sad!” You cried out near the end, close to bawling your eyes out. You had always been a very emotional person when watching movies. “This is your fault, Kei. You chose this movie!”

He sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “Alright, fine. Come here.” He opened his arms, letting you bawl into his shirt. Rolling his eyes at your emotional state, he wrapped his arms around you, heaving out a breath.

“Oh, shut up! I’m emotional.” You sniffled, adjusting yourself so your entire body fit onto his lap, your arms latched around his neck.

“I can tell.” He shot back wryly. “And I already offered to cuddle you, what more do you want.”

You blinked at him, the movie forgotten. He stared back, having realised his mistake. The two of you had never acknowledged it as ‘cuddling’, but more as... Okay, you acknowledged it as ‘cuddling’, just not outloud.

“Could I get a kiss, too?”

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Four.

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“Oi.”

You hummed quietly, absorbed with the book in your hand. “Yes, Kei?”

“The kids are asleep, and so should you.” Kei snatched your book from your hands despite your protests and whines. “Go to bed, love.”

“Says the one who had a sleep schedule as bad as mine during uni.” You grumbled, crossing your arms. “Give me my book back, Kei! I promise I’ll go to sleep after one more chapter.”

Kei gave you his ‘Do-you-take-me-for-an-idiot’ look. “By ‘after one more chapter’ you actually mean ‘after I finish the whole book’, so no.” He groaned at the sour look you threw him. “Love, we’re in our mid-forties and you still act like a child. Even though we have two already.”

You huffed, crossing your arms, not saying anything.

“... If you go to sleep now, I’ll cuddle you.”

You looked up in surprise. Kei rarely used the term ‘cuddle’, because he didn’t want to make it seem like he was a romantic (He is, and he’s an absolute cuddle bug). He cuddled you every night, his arms instinctively reaching around your waist to pull you closer to him and press you against his chest, tuck his nose inside the crook of you neck.

Smiling lovingly, you shuffled into bed, pulling the blanket over the two of you and then letting yourself get drawn into his embrace. His soft lips pressed a kiss on your forehead, your nose, then your lips. A happy sigh left your lips as you curled up into him, both of you clicking like two puzzle pieces.

“Goodnight.”

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This is for all my moots and followers, Tsukki’s telling you to go to sleep, so shoo shoo.

I’ll be doing another one like this for Daichi and Kuroo soon, but I’ve got to study and finish another request tomorrow :))

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| with a little help | day 1

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prompt | inspiration 

pairing | Damian Wayne x Marinette Dupain-Cheng

words | 696

author’s note | here we go! Let’s see how many days I can manage before I get lazy flunk out :3 

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Damian jumped in shock as an inhumane noise sounded from their shared bedroom. He was up and running, his feet carrying him faster than the wind could and his mind running through ten thousand possibilities of the worst scenarios. Who was in their house, who was attacking his beloved bluenette-

A kidnapping? 

An assassination attempt, maybe?

A robbery? 

In none of his ten thousand scenarios did he come up with the answer. Marinette was alone, in their bedroom, hunched over her notebook with a scowl on her face as dozens of crumpled paper scattered the floor around her, the trashcan overturned next to her sketching desk. 

Ah. 

An artist’s block.

“What’s wrong, love?” He asked, knowing the answer. He knew better than to assume, Marinette would lash out and probably end him if he did. A comforting arm went around her shoulder as he offered her a supportive smile. 

“I’m out of ideas.” She mumbled, tucking her face into his chest, her mind at a complete standstill. Her fingers were itching, scrambling for a project, but her creative juices were drained and her field of ideas was going through a drought. 

Humming softly, he pressed a light kiss on her temple. “Why don’t we go out and look around for some inspiration for you, hmm?” If the bluenette was around paper any longer without ideas, Damian was afraid for his life that she’d go feral. 

A little run turned out to be just what she needed. 

For their last anniversary, Damian had bought her a camera so she could snap down high-quality photos of sceneries that brewed ideas for clothing in her wide, expansive mind. The outline of the smile she wore was still printed in his mind, preserved in the most protected room in his mind. 

“The lights are so beautiful.” She hummed, their legs dangling over the edge of Gotham’s tallest building. 

“You’re beautiful.” The murmur slipped out of his lips, but he was no longer eighteen and shy. He knew as well as 1 + 1 that the statement was the truth, and he wasn’t afraid to express that every chance he got. 

A giggle bubbled from her throat as she swatted him playfully. “You’re such a flirt.” She teased, yellow sparkles of street lights glowing in her eyes. 

“Only for you.” He replied, linking their fingers together, the slight bump of their wedding rings visible through her suit and his gloves. “Only for you, my love.” 

She let out a happy sigh, leaning on to his shoulder with a contented smile on her lips. God, what would Damian give to keep them together like that forever. “You know, I think I have ideas.” 

“Yeah?” 

The cogs and screws in her head were already twisting themselves together into a big piece of machine that worked smoothly once everything was in place, springs bouncing into place as Gotham reflected itself in the bluenette’s eyes. A grin slipped up her lips as she tugged Damian up, a playful laugh tinkling out of her lips. 

“I’m going to need your help, though.” 

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A week later, Damian found himself standing as still as he could, all of his stealth training building up to that very moment. “Don’t move.” Marinette murmured, biting her lip as she pinpointed the exact spot she wanted her stitch to go. “Alright, you can move now. How does it feel?” 

“Comfortable.” He smiled, the black leather jacket complimenting the white T-shirt he had on underneath. Written on the white T-shirt in bold black letters was ‘She stole my heart’. 

Marinette, who had the other... side of the T-shirt, smiled brightly. Written on her black T-shirt in bold white letters was ‘... And I’m keeping it’. 

“Here.” He held out her white leather jacket, smiling when she stretched her arms, letting him slip it onto her smaller figure for her. “You look beautiful.” 

“And you look handsome, baby bird.” Marinette leaned back into his embrace, eyeing their contrasting colours in the floor-length mirror. 

“Looks like inspiration did hit you, hmm?” He hummed, giving her his hand to take. 

She laughed, eyes shifting into pretty blue crescents. “With a little help, yeah.” 

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#28 with Daminette, please! Also I love your works!

Prompt: ‘Pretending to be a couple and this is a huge mistake AU’ 

Pairing: Daminette

Words: 2904 words 

Note: I kind of changed up the idea a little, hope you don’t mind... 

[Thank you so much for the request hun, I’m so sorry it took be so long...

Enjoy! 💖💖💖]

- Cady

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Damian had always thought that turning eighteen was a privilege. Boy, was he wrong. It was, in fact, a nuisance.

“Mr. Wayne! Do you have a special someone yet?”

“Mr. Wayne, my daughter is 18 and single, would you like to-”

"Mr. Wayne-"

Galas became a swarming mass of reporters and fathers seeking marriage for their daughters. He could constantly feel chills along his back as women stared at him shamelessly as if he were a prize, their predatorial gaze piercing through his soul. Annoyance tainted every aspect of his features at galas, his siblings constantly reminding him to not scowl so much. But honestly, could you blame him? He couldn’t go anywhere without being pestered by twenty reporters about his love life.

Heck, if he wanted to get a cup of coffee by himself, he had to dress up like a criminal avoiding attention. Lucky for him, there was one special cafe that was out of the way and always offered a little quiet for him- As quiet as it could get, anyway.

The Lucky Bug Cafe.

It was quiet and tucked behind a little street, often filled with just one or two students studying quietly and an old couple casually relaxing by the corner. The Lucky Bug Cafe was run by a single, dark-haired woman who looked at him and thought: ‘Ah, he needs somewhere to lay low for a while’ instead of ‘It’s the heir of the Wayne Enterprises, the Damian Wayne’.

It was another casual morning, and Damian needed his fix of coffee before heading to the office, where he would oversee his father’s (And soon to be his) employees while self-studying his business course. A long day lay in wait ahead of him, and Damian would appreciate and nice, aromatic cup of brewed coffee before he had to survive on the machine-made coffee for the rest of the day.

“Good morning.” The dark-haired woman greeted him with a warm smile, her bluebell eyes twinkling under the glow of the yellow lightbulbs. “The usual?”

“The usual.” Damian nodded, hoodie covering his face.

Leaning against the counter, he watched as she bustled around the area, turning on the machine, humming a song to herself as she headed over to the fridge for fresh milk. He glanced at the glass display case under the counter, eyes flitting over the batches of pastries that she had made for the day.

“Could I get five mint-flavoured macarons, please?” He asked as she set his coffee on the collection counter.

“Oh, of course.” She smiled brightly, already grabbing a paper bag. “They’re my new recipe! Do tell me what you think of them tomorrow.”

Damian smiled, his features softening at the woman’s words. “Sure. Oh, and how’s your website holding up?”

Perhaps one of the reasons they clicked so well together was because they were both... Well, famous. Except that he was the future boss of the Wayne Enterprises and she was the anonymous designer of Nette’s Design and Clothing. Articles concerning the identity of the anonymous designer popped up occasionally on Gotham’s magazines, not to mention that the celebrities that wore her work often ended up on the front page of fashion magazines.

“Good. It’s getting a little flooded these days, but I think I’ll manage.” She said with a giggle, winking at him. To anyone else, it would seem like they were talking about a small, by-the-side online clothing commission business, but both of them knew the true value of their conversation. “Need me to make you a new suit for the gala?”

It was then the idea struck him.

He processed it, and a fierce blush erupted on his cheeks, the said man nearly dropping his paper bag of macarons in the process as he fully understood his idea.

“Are- Are you okay?” She asked instantly, worry clouding her features.

“Yea-Yeah. I’m fine. I’ll... Get back to you on that.” He stammered, knowing that if he stayed a second longer, he was going to blurt out his crazy, stupid idea, and everything was going to be over.

Except that he couldn’t get the idea out of his head as he stared at the ceiling, sleep refusing to overtake him. The idea wouldn’t even leave him alone as he leapt across the streets of Gotham, keeping an eye out for crime.

If he brought Marinette to the gala with him, all the reporters would get off his back.

But then again, Marinette would never have peace again, and he couldn’t do that to her... Right...?

“Morning.” Damian greeted her the next day, dressed in a dark green hoodie. To anyone else, it would seem like a normal hoodie, but in reality, it was his favourite hoodie. ‘NDC’ was stitched in with golden thread on the inside of the sweater- The work of his favourite coffee shop owner. She had gave it to him after two months of their discreet friendship, and it was one of his most valued possessions.

"Morning," She replied with a gentle smile, her eyes morphing into little crescents as she did so. "The usual?" Her fingers never stopped moving, constantly wiping the counter clean or preparing a cup of warm milk. It was just one of the things he found adorable admirable.

"Yeah."

Before he could think, his mouth acted on its own. “Do you think you could be my date for the gala?” He blurted out suddenly, freezing when her movements came to an abrupt stop. Bluebell eyes slowly flicked up to his emerald ones, his heart jumping out of his ribs when those soft orbs stared into his. “You don’t have to say yes, I was just wondering-”

“Okay.”

He could feel his heart fluttering happily as she smiled, her eyes twinkling in bluebell crescents and her lips a soft curve.

“If you don’t mind, could I maybe go as... You know.” She asked shyly, brushing one of her hair strands behind her ears. “I know you want a date because... Well.” She laughed. “The attention, but I was hoping I could go as... Nette instead of... Well, plain ol’ Mari.”

“You’re not plain.” He responded instantly like a reflex action, tone cutting but soft at the same time. “But if you want to go as... It’s your choice. And... Thank you. For understanding.”

The smile she returned him was worth more than a thousand dollars, he thought.

---

Slicking his hair into a neat, presentable style, Damian checked his appearance in the mirror for the last time. The day of the gala had arrived, and they had already discussed all the details of the night over text. They would pretend to be a couple so that the reporters would finally get off Damian’s back, and ‘Nette’ would get her first appearance in public- They had both agreed that Marinette would wear a mask in order to preserve her identity, so that she could stay in a quiet world for just a little longer before she planned her official debut to the world.

The suit felt soft to the touch, a silk moisture across the shiny surface of the dark fabric. Gold threads wrapped around the jade green that Marinette had chosen as the accent of the suit. A jade tie with the same golden embroidery accompanied the suit and the dark-moss green dress-shirt that he had on underneath. ‘NDC’ was stitched carefully in the same cursive lettering that it was on the corner of the suit, the trademark of the designer’s handiwork.

Not wanting to answer his family’s pestering questions, Damian slipped out of the house, acknowledging and thanking whatever deity out there for the wonderful man named Alfred Pennyworth.

Alfred gave Damian a knowing smile, handing him the keys to his new car. “Thank you.” The youngest Wayne thanked the butler, the keys jingling in his hands.

“Treat her like the lady she is.” Alfred advised him, stepping forward to adjust the emerald-eyed man’s tie. There was a quiet, lingering thought inside the older man’s head, but after one more glance at the nervous young adult with a cold outer shell, he decided against the remark.

The car engine rumbled to life with a purr, pulling out of the garage. Alfred watched as the tail lights disappeared into the evening, the thought still clear in his mind.

He’s in love and he doesn’t even realise it.

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“Hey.”

She opened the door with a smile- God, she never stopped smiling, did she? A little twirl showed off her dress, made in the same palette as his suit. Jade green and moss green strips of thick fabric made the dress blossom into a flower shape around her ankles. The top half of the dress hugged her curves in all the right ways, a braided rope going over her neck to hold the dress up. The sleeveless-ness of the dress showed off the smooth skin of the designer, not to mention her striking, sharp collarbones that were on full display.

“You look beautiful.” He managed, knowing full well it was a lie that he had just uttered. She wasn’t beautiful, god, no. She was absolutely stunning and gorgeous, and he would give anything to keep that smile on her lips. He had to mutter up all of his resistance and self-control to prevent himself from reaching out to stroke her soft, dark hair.

“Thank you.” The smile would’ve made him melt into a Damian-shaped puddle, except he had a date and he would have to wait until the night was over to melt into a puddle. “Shall we?”

He offered her his arm, like the gentleman his dad butler had taught and raised him to be. The feeling of her soft skin in his hands made roses flower over his cheeks, his heart beat a little louder, and the affectionate feeling in his chest double in size.

The drive to the gala was the most interesting car ride he ever had. His fingers drummed against the steering wheel as he listened to her sing to the songs on the radio, occasionally joining in shyly, both their voices dancing in an intricate dance of harmony. Her laugh tinkled like wind chimes; her smile glowed like the moon on a clear night; her voice soothed his soul like a warm bowl of soup. There was absolutely nothing on his mind but her and her only.

“Are you ready?” He asked, pulling up in front of the gala’s entrance. Reaching for the mask on her lap, he placed in on her gently, careful not to tug on her hair as he adjusted it.

“For our fake date?” She giggled. “As I’ll ever be.”

A smile danced on his lips as he pushed the car door open, for once, not annoyed by the bright flashes of the cameras. He wanted the world to know how amazing Marinette Dupain-Cheng was, and he wanted her to rise to top of the fashion world and beyond. There was nothing that would make him feel more honoured than the fact that he would be the one that introduced her to the world, watching as she took over the rest of the fashion kingdom like the queen she was.

“M’lady.” He whispered, pulling her car door open as he offered his hand for her, bowing slightly. Whispers clouded the air, quickly replaced by gasps as Marinette took it gracefully, stepping out with the aura of a goddess. He planted a light kiss on her palm, emerald eyes bright and soft in the dying light of the evening.

“Thank you. Shall we?” She smiled in return, never removing her hand from his grasp.

He nodded to her, gesturing for the valet to take his car away, tossing the man the keys. He normally wouldn’t trust anyone else with his car, but at the moment, escorting to beautiful bluenette was the only priority in his mind.

Because she was the only thing that mattered, after all.

---

Funnily enough, he didn’t feel triumphant at all.

Damian had thought that if he got a woman to pretend to be his girlfriend, well, he would enjoy the disappointed looks on the fathers’ faces and the burning anger in the girls’ eyes. Well, it wasn’t the case at all.

He was absolutely mesmerised with the designer next to him, who was talking gracefully to the CEO of one of Gotham’s fashion magazines. She was the definition of grace, beauty, and poise. Everything about her said goddess. She practically radiated power into the room, even when she didn’t realise it. There was a calm to her that made her seem like a cool-headed queen, and boy he would be willing to be her knight any day.

“I’m going to go get some wine.” He whispered to her, arm looping around her waist naturally. They truly did give off the ‘dating’ vibe, but he was too absorbed in her to notice.

“Okay.” She smiled, only this time it made him feel something else. No, not just a little flutter of his stomach, or a resounding thump of his heart. In fact, the first thought going through his head was that he wished, hoped, prayed that he could wake up to that smile for the rest of his life. He could picture it in his mind- Her, curled in his arms, her dark hair spreading into an intricate net behind her, eyes closed softly.

He could see her eyes fluttering open, see her yawn and stretch before nestling back into his embrace, only this time her eyes were open and there was a loving smile on her lips, and she was speaking.

“Morning, love.”

It took him a moment to realise that he had been stupidly standing there after stating that he was going to get them some drinks. Both the CEO and Marinette stared at him expectantly, wondering why he had suddenly got into a daze.

He found a waiter, easily plucking two wine glasses from the man’s tray before making his way through the crowd, who parted for him like the red sea parted for Moses. It was infuriating; He couldn’t get the picture out of his head. Her, nestled into his arms... No, they were on a fake date, and it was only for one sole purpose... It wasn’t as if he liked her... Right?

Wrong.

---

He made a mistake.

It wasn’t until after the night ended that he begin to feel the pain. His heart ached when she left, thanking him for the night. For the next few days, photos of Damian Wayne and the mysterious, masked Nette clouded the cover pages of magazines, reminding him over and over of that one night that he got to live.

His family hadn’t stopped pestering him about what in the world happened, Damian, and after Tim had found out Nette’s identity through the batcomputer’s wide database, it didn’t take long for the rest of the family to piece ‘Damian-might’ve-fell-in-love-with-a-cafe-shop-owner-who-happens-to-be-a-world-wide-famous-designer’ together. 

“You should ask her on a real date sometime soon, Master Wayne.” Alfred told him offhandedly as Damian strolled into the kitchen. The butler was busy polishing wine glasses, placing them neatly back onto the shelf when he was done.

“It’s kind of too late.” He muttered quietly, sinking onto the chair, the soft fabric of the dark green sweater comforting him.

Alfred sighed, placing down the glass with a sonorous clink. “It’s never too late for anything, Master Wayne. Not if you take the chance and make a move.” Damian met the older man’s eyes for a second, realising what he needed to do. It was as if someone had took a lighter and relit the candle in his heart.

“I’m going out, Alfred.” He said abruptly, never pausing to see the proud smile on the older man’s face. “I don’t think I’ll be home for dinner.”

“Noted, Master Wayne. Your car keys are on the counter in the living room.”

---

He didn’t bother to pull on his hoodie, barging through the back door of the Lucky Cat Cafe before turning back on second thought, closing the door gently, muttering a sorry to the poor door that just got kicked open in the heat of the moment.

“Why are you apologising to a door?” Her laugh sounded behind her, the woman giving him an amused look.

“I... Kicked it open.” He admitted, before remembering what he had come to do. “Marinette.”

Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Yeah?”

“I know the gala was a fake date, and we did it because it benefitted the both of us, but-!” He caught himself, realising that for once he was doing something without a plan. “But I don’t want that.”

She stared at him blankly. “Um... That’s fine. We didn’t tell the media we were dating, it could’ve been a one-time thing...”

“No!” He burst out, his heart nearly overflowing with emotions. “It took me a long time, but I-! I want to date you. For real. And take you out. And do the sappy things that Grayson does with his girlfriend. And take care of you. I want to date you for real.”

Her mouth was open in an ‘o’, and he wondered briefly if he broke her. Then a smile slipped across her lips, and he could see it again- Both of them, sharing a home, sharing a life, and then a child with dark blue hair and emerald eyes-

“Okay.”

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sjskjsks I was so worried about the plot!!! Was it choppy? And in the words of my ninth grade english teacher, did it lack fLoW??? I’m so sorry if it didn’t live up to expectations, I lost where I was going with this- 

On another note I have this headcannon that the two students and old couple always knew that he was Damian Wayne, they were just ‘oh he’s totally in love with Mari, this is really sweet and we’re going to stick around and watch’ and when he asked her out for the gala he was actually being really loud and they were all just legit eavesdropping and the two students going ‘jskjskjkjkjs he finally asked her out oh my god the ship is sailing’ and the old couple going ‘aww how sweet’ and ‘my boy finally got his courage together, so proud of him even tho im not his dad but still’. 

Anyways I was thinking of another way to get around the MDC nickname for Mari as a designer and I thought Nette would be a cool name for her, and DC stands for Design and Clothing. 

Once again thanks for sending in the request, sorry that it took so long bby <3 

Requests are open, just head over to my blog, check out the rules and specifications, then shoot your request right into my inbox, I’ll be waiting. 

Also I’m watching Haikyu and I am IN LOVE with those babies, gonna start writing fics and opening up requests for the Haikyu fandom once I get a better grip on the characters’ personality. 

Okay, I’ve been talking too much. Bye and thanks for sticking around to the very end, lol. I can be quite talkative when I’m typing anddd I’m just going to stop now before I write another paragraph 

- Cady

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| the coolest job | Oikawa Tooru

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prompt | no, but this is related to the Crime Lab AU that I’m planning ;) 

pairing | Paramedic!Oikawa Tooru x Reader 

words | 1k 

warning | cursing 

author’s note | This is a side piece for Oikawa from a new series that I’m planning :3 

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The moment your hazel-haired, paramedic boyfriend stepped into the kitchen, you knew something was wrong. The usual liveliness behind his eyes were absent, and the corners of his smile stretched a little too wide for it to be genuine. 

“Yahoo!” He greeted you with the best cheerful tone he could muster. “I’m home, princess!” His arms looped around your waist as you busied yourself with preparing dinner, his face tucked into the crook of your neck. 

You surveyed him carefully for a moment. “Welcome home, Tooru.” You responded with a smile, choosing not to bring it up if he wanted to act like everything was okay. “How was work?” 

“Ah. It was alright.” His smile faltered slightly, like the sound from a radio that couldn’t quite get the waves properly. “How was your day, princess?” 

Humming, you chose not to say anything as Tooru tried desperately to change the focus of the conversation. “The usual.” You responded honestly, feeling the grip of his arms around your waist loosen. “Go take a bath, dinner’s almost done.” 

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The two of you let the elephant in the room linger for a little longer before he finally brought it up. By then, the two of you had finished dinner, cleaned up, and snuggled into bed. You thought he would just let it slide- Tooru never liked to let out what was bothering him until he was on the edge of breaking. 

“Ushijima.” He muttered quietly as the two of you stared into the darkness of the ceiling. The name was all too familiar to you- Ushijima was one of the best surgeons at the hospital Tooru worked for- And he was also your hazel-haired boyfriend’s sworn enemy. 

You hummed in response to let him know you were listening. “What did he say?” 

“He told me I should’ve become a doctor.” Tooru confessed quietly. It was not the first time that Ushijima had said something like that, you sighed internally. And it certainly wasn’t the first time Tooru felt discouraged about his job. 

“Don’t tell me you listened to him.” Exasperated, you shifted under the covers to face your paramedic boyfriend, who was biting his lip in an effort to keep the tears in. “You did.” 

Tooru groaned in frustration, running a hand through his messy, fluffy hazel hair. “I don’t want to listen to him, but a part of me...” His words caught up in his throat, strangling him until you shushed him and reached a hand up to stroke his hair reassuringly. 

“You know, for a guy who went through med school, Ushijima sure is an idiot.” You mused quietly, holding Tooru close to you. “Does he not realise that if you aren’t at the scene of the accident to stabilise the injured, he’d have no one to save on his operating table?” 

The paramedic was quiet as you continued talking. 

“Sure, he might’ve helped tons of people on the operating table, but has he been there to help people out of shock? To help stabilise victims of a car accident? Has he ever been there for people when they needed help the most?” 

You made sure he was looking into your eyes as you spoke. “Tell me, does Iwaizumi ever feel like he should’ve been a paramedic?” 

“No...?” Tooru furrowed his eyebrows at the thought of his firefighter best friend. “He’s never been interested in being a paramedic.” 

“Exactly.” Rolling your eyes, you pressed a gentle kiss on Tooru’s forehead. “Think about it this way. Everyone has a part to play. If Iwaizumi didn’t do his job and didn’t get people out of a burning building, you wouldn’t be able to treat anyone for, let’s say, burns.” 

He nodded. 

“And if you didn’t do your job by stabilising victims and the injured at the scene of the accident, Ushijima wouldn’t be able to perform any surgeries for those who needed it.” You finished gently, clutching your paramedic boyfriend’s face in your two hands. “If Ushijima thinks that your job as a paramedic is less important than a doctor’s, he’s a fucking idiot and I will drive to the hospital right now to punch him in the face.” 

A laugh bubbled out of his lips, a smile blossoming on his features. “That’d be quite a sight to see.” 

“Do you like being a paramedic?” You asked quietly. 

There was no hesitation in his voice as he answered you. “Yes.” 

“Then that’s enough. Fuck what Ushijima thinks. You chose to be a paramedic to help those who need you at accidents. You’ve saved over a thousand lives, Tooru- Heck, probably more than that. If you ask me, your job’s way cooler than Ushijima’s.” 

He smiled, his eyes full of adoration for you. “Fuck Ushijima and his clean surgery scrubs.” 

“Fuck Ushijima and his clean surgery scrubs.” You agreed. “I admire you so much, you know.” 

His eyebrows scrunched up in confusion. “I know I’m pretty, but-” 

“Not because you’re pretty.” You cut him off with a roll of your eyes. “But because of your job. If there was a man going through shock right in front of me, I’d freeze because I wouldn’t know what to do and he’d probably die.”

“But if it were you,” You continued. “I know that you’d jump into action right away, you wouldn’t panic, and you’ll probably save his life.” 

“That’s my job?” 

“Exactly.” You hummed, caressing his cheek lovingly. “No one else can do the job you do, Tooru, and no one else saves dozens of lives every day. If you ask me, you’ve got the coolest job ever.” 

He snuggled closer to you, and you knew instantly the turmoil that had been tumbling inside him had finally calmed. “You’re the best, you know that?” He mumbled, pressing his face against your chest. “You always know what to say.” 

A comfortable silence fell in your shared bedroom as you yawned quietly, your eyelids drooping ever so slightly. 

“Love you.” 

“Love you too, princess.” 

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Personally, I don’t like how Ushijima tells Oikawa to go to Shiratorizawa, because in doing so, he’s dismissing all the effort that Oikawa put into his Seijoh team- He’s basically saying that everything Oikawa’s done is useless, and I will not stand for that. 

Oikawa is probably the most relatable character for me in Haikyuu- There are so many naturally-talented players (e.g Kageyama) that are better than him, and he knows that, but he doesn’t let it stop him and works even harder to overcome any challenges that he faces. 

I’ve seen comics where Argentina beats Japan at the Olympics (post-timeskip), and while I feel sad for Japan’s team, I also think that Oikawa deserves it for how hard he’s worked. It also makes me indescribably happy when Iwaizumi, instead of being bitter over the loss, is just 100% proud of his best friend because he knows as well as I do that Oikawa deserves the win. 

In conclusion, I just want Oikawa to be happy, and I am so, so, proud of him. 

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| the flower shop in the corner of the street | day 4

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prompt | flowers 

pairing | Damian Wayne x Marinette Dupain-Cheng 

words | 555 

author’s note | if you think I was implying witch/fairy!Marinette, you are very much correct. 

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No matter what season it was, there would always be flowers blooming out of the flower shop. Whether it be spring, summer, autumn, or winter, the vibrant plants would thrive on within the glass walls of the flower shop in the corner of the street. 

Damian Wayne, 18, a college student in Gotham University, would always spare the little shop in the corner a little glance whenever he stopped by the coffee shop a little way down. The plants preened by the windows, peering at the outside world in interest. Never once did the green-eyed college student get the courage to walk into the curious shop, though. 

He remembered the flakes of white falling from the sky like a blessing descending from above. Amidst the giant white blanket that coated the streets was a burst of vibrant hues of pinks and blues, thriving in the snowstorm that Gotham was hit by every time September rolled around. Damian remembered wondering with a nagging curiosity- How did the plants survive in the frigid cold? And how could they still bloom so brightly while the world around them shattered in the freezing winter? 

Flowers were fragile, he always thought. They wilt at the smallest things. 

It was a chilly Friday evening when Damian finally mustered up the courage to walk into the shop. He was greeted by green foliage everywhere- Plants littered his feet in pots of all sizes, vines clambered up the wires and water pipes on the wall to get a better look at him, hanging plants peering at him from where they were hung on the ceiling. 

“Hello! How can I help you?” A pair of bright bluebell eyes greeted him warmly as her fingers busied themselves with wrapping up a pretty flower bouquet. There was an old man standing patiently by the counter, no doubt thinking about how pleased his wife was going to be when he returned home with the garland of white and purple gysophilias. 

“I’m just looking around.” He called out in response, glancing at the packed shop. Despite how many plants surrounded him, he never once felt suffocated. Much to his surprise, the shop didn’t have the aura of a stuffy basement- It was more like the warm feeling of a home filled to the brim with precious memories. 

The old man smiled at him slightly as he strolled out of the shop, the bouquet tightly clutched in his arms, protected from the snowfall that had begun once again out in the streets of Gotham. 

The first time Damian Wayne met Marinette Dupain-Cheng, he thought she was a flower. Pretty, fleeting, and fragile. Her hair was brushed back in a braid, sprigs of what seemed to be lavender interlaced between the strands of her dark blue hair. 

“See anything you like?”

“How do the flowers survive in the winter?” He asked with a curious tone, watching as a knowing smile overtook her lips. 

The bluenette let out a tinkling little laugh, like the soft chatter of a wind chime. “With a little determination,” She paused, watching the confused furrow of his brows. “And a little sprinkle of luck, anything can survive, even in the coldest conditions.” 

The first time Damian Wayne met Marinette Dupain-Cheng, he thought she was like a flower. Pretty, determined, and stronger than you think. 

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Prompt: ‘First Kiss’ 

Pairing: Daminette

Words: 1,562 Words 

A/N: ANGST ANGST ANGST ANGST then fluff 

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The first kiss. 

The first, special moment when two souls meet and use a wordless action to express their feelings for each other. Alternatively, it could be a completely spur-of-the-moment, thoughtless, and immediately regretted in the next moment. 

Because that’s what then fifteen-year-old Marinette’s first kiss had been like. 

Oh, she had regretted it the moment their lips touched, because she knew instantly they were two puzzle pieces that were clearly not meant to fit. She had stumbled backward, staring into Luka’s hurt, guilty aqua-blue eyes. 

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have taken advantage of the situation like this, I don’t know what I was thinking...” Luka’s smooth voice immediately erupted into an endless line of apologies. If Marinette was a normal-functioning human-being, she would cut him off and kiss him one more time, because who in their right mind would turn down a perfect, adoring, affectionate potential boyfriend like Luka? 

Only she wasn’t in her right mind. 

She knew it was eventually going to drive her to her breaking point. Adrien had come to her, time after time, asking for advice on how to woo Kagami. Any other girl would’ve refused to help instantly, steering clear of the repetitive heart-break that would’ve resulted from the blonde model’s constant onslaught of questions. 

Why did she have to be so soft-hearted for him, again? 

“Do you think she’ll like white or dark chocolate more?” He asked with a hopeless smile on his lips. 

She fumbled for an answer, mind drawing to a blank. She had mumbled a random, probably completely irrelevant and unbelievable excuse before running off like a coward, she thought to herself. Before she knew it, she had broken down crying in a park, sobbing the build-up of her pain and anguish until her breath caught and she had to stop to breathe. 

“Marinette?” 

The moment she heard her name roll off his tongue, she wanted to kill herself for the heart-break she had been causing a particular blue-haired guitarist. He persisted in caring for her, even after she had told him that she couldn’t find it in her heart to love him. He deserved so much more, especially since he was... Well, he was Luka. 

Her mind was screaming against her actions, but she collapsed into his arms anyway, crying out her sorrows. His hand patted her back comfortingly in a steady rhythm, soothing her in ways no one could. 

“I’m sorry, Luka...” She murmured quietly, hiccuping and still trying to find her breath after her fifteen-minute-long breakdown. 

“Don’t be.” He told her softly, fingers caressing her cheek and making her meet his eyes. 

The next thing she knew was that they were kissing. And then she was pushing him away, and there was so much hurt and guilt staining his eyes, but she just couldn’t find it inside her to love him. 

“I’m sorry.” 

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Damian’s first kiss, on the other hand, had been of a similar affair. He had been fifteen then, in the period in which girls would lust after him restlessly, shamelessly, and without any thought towards how annoyed he was getting. He dreaded the day called ‘Valentine’s’... It was when the girls were at their worst. Someway or another, they all mustered u enough courage (Or stupidity) to approach him in hopes he would accept their... Crushes. 

“Don’t look so upset!” Jon chastised. “If you don’t want to eat the chocolate, you can always give it to me.” 

Damian rolled his eyes at his best friend’s antics, ignoring the buzz and annoyance the school corridors brought to him. As expected, there was a pile of chocolates and pink-themed gifts waiting in a pile by the side of his locker. 

“Take it, Jon. Take it all.” He told his friend nonchalantly. “Eat until you get diabetes. This whole stash can last you for six months.” 

“Damian!” 

The green-eyed teen clicked his tongue in annoyance, yelping in surprise. As he turned, the girl who had called his name lunged at him, furiously pressing her lips on his. On instinct, he shoved her away roughly, dropping to the floor and knocking out her legs. The girl squealed, taken by surprise. 

Students all around started to whisper, as they do, while Damian tugged out a tissue from his bag pocket, wiping his mouth furiously. “Jon, you wouldn’t happen to have a sanitiser, do you?” He snapped, anger and disgust blazing in his eyes. “I’ll have you know that I can sue you sexual assault.” His tone was venomous, and he relished in the pure terror in her eyes. “Let’s go, Jon.” He said coldly, turning on his heels without another glance at the girl, who had started crying as everyone else in the corridor either offered her sympathetic looks, laughed, or just rolled their eyes at her sheer stupidity. 

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Five years after their individual first kisses, Damian and Marinette met for the first time, in the business class of Gotham University. 

Fortunately for the two of them, their first kiss together did not involve a girl crying. Instead, it went more along the lines of this: 

“Where are you going, Damian?” Bruce raised an eyebrow at his son, who was trying to be discreet while sneaking out, and was actually failing at said sneaking out. 

Before Damian could make an excuse, Alfred the great saviour popped out from the kitchen. “Master Damian is going out to meet his friend for a study date, I believe.” Alfred offered helpfully. “Master Damian, I have prepared some cookies for you and your friend to share.” 

Bruce spluttered. “A study date?” He screeched. Okay, maybe he did not screech, but he was surprised. 

“Yes, Master Bruce. Damian had been courting Miss Marinette for two months.” Alfred nodded with a proud tone in his voice. “You’re going to be late if you stay any longer, Master Damian.” He reminded helpfully, the green-eyed young adult excusing himself with a blush on his face. 

Bruce stared at Alfred, gaping. “Two months?” 

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“My dad found out today.” Damian supplied helpfully, munching on one of Marinette’s macarons as the two of them mulled over Marinette’s various colour-coded notes and Damian’s typed and printed ones for their upcoming test. 

“That’s nice.” She hummed, popping one of Alfred’s cookies into her mouth. “How did he react?” 

“He screeched.” Damian scoffed. “Like you said he would. Here’s your ten bucks.” 

Marinette grinned triumphantly. “I told you he would screech!” The bluenette laughed victoriously, the green-eyed boy watching her fondly as he rolled his eyes good-naturedly. 

“Yeah, yeah. You win this one. I’m betting that once my brothers find out, chaos shall ensue. Once they find out, I’m going to hide you underground because trust me, it’s not going to be pretty.” He grimaced. “I’m surprised I managed to hide it this long.” 

“Alfred knew from the very beginning.” Marinette reminded him, flipping through one of Damian’s printed notes. 

“Alfred doesn’t count, he always knows. You can’t hide anything from Alfred.” Damian dismissed.

Marinette stuck her tongue out at him. “Just admit that you’re bad at hiding things from Alfred.” 

“I am not! It’s just that it’s really impossible to get anything past Alfred!” He defended. 

“You’re just being a sore loser.” She teased, laughing when he threw a stack of notes her way. “Now you’re playing dirty!” 

Damian made a face. “I just gave you ten bucks!” 

“That’s completely irrelevant!” 

At this, Marinette tackled Damian to the ground, pushing him down. They were already seated on the wide, open floor of Marinette’s apartment’s attic, surrounded by fluffy cushions and blankets, so their landing was soft. That wasn’t what they were concerned about, though. 

“Um.” Damian coughed awkwardly, not daring to move as he observed how Marinette was pinning him to the floor, one hand on either side of his face. A blush erupted across his cheeks. “Um.” He said, slightly louder this time. 

Marinette rolled her eyes. “Oh, shut up.” She swatted at him playfully, the male taking his chance to turn the tables, throwing Marinette off him and pinning her down. 

“What a game changer.” He mocked, dodging the light slap Marinette aimed at him. “Gosh, you need to improve your aim.” 

“Yeah, yeah.” 

Silence fell in the attic, only the brief flapping of paper heard in the attic. Damian stared into the swirling, blue eyes of his two-month-long girlfriend. If there was one thing that had changed once he started dating Marinette, after the bluenette muttered up the courage to ask him out after their six-month-long, playful, constantly-throwing-insults-at-each-other friendship, it was that he started doing things without contemplating the results like a chess game. In a good way. 

In the same way, he pressed his lips to hers without thinking. 

When he drew back, both their faces were flushed, red painted across their cheeks. “There’s no hiding this one from Alfred, either.” He muttered after a moment, rolling off the bluenette when she burst into a laugh. 

“Cause you’re horrible at hiding things from him, just admit it~” She teased in a sing-song voice, laughing as he lunged towards her, tickling her sides. “Stop! We have to study for our- Test!” She laughed in between her words, bluebell eyes twinkling in happiness. 

Both their individual first kisses had not exactly been... Smooth, but to say that they were satisfied with their first kiss together was an understatement. 

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hey babe! idk if u take this kind of requests, im terribly sorry if u dont, i didnt saw anything bout it so im sorry once again. im also sorry if this so happens to trigger u or make u uncomfortable, but if u could perhaps make suna and osamu's reaction to having an insecure s/o? like, she was bullied when younger bc of her weight, so she avoids mirrors, tries dangerous diets and overexercises herself trying to feel better? i had to go to the hospital bc of that and could really use some comfort

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request | suna and osamu with a s/o who’s insecure about their weight

warning(s) | self-insecurity, overexerting 

words | 1.3k

author’s note | Hey Ana! (It’s been a while, watch me drop into your inbox later >:)) Of course I’ll write this, feel free to dm me if you need someone to talk to okay? I hope you’re feeling better now, remember that your body loves you, so love your body too, okay? <3 mwah 

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↬ suna rintarou 

the first time he brought you to his apartment, he noticed how you eyed the reflective surfaces like they were a threat 

you avoided the windows and the one floor-length mirror he has in his room 

he didn’t understand why you hated reflective surfaces so much, but the next time you were over at his apartment, he had installed curtains and he hid his mirror inside the closet 

when he brought you to a family gathering, he noticed how you flinched when some of his aunts made comments about your weight (he didn’t like them much either, but after seeing how much they affected you he swore he was going to tell them ‘Hi Aunty, you still look pretty young for 75!’ his aunts are only 40-50 years old.) 

his aunts eyed you and told you ‘Wow ah girl, you gained some weight since the last time I saw you! Come come, I introduce you to this weight-loss drink, my friend sells it so you can get it for cheaper price!’ 

the whole time suna was narrowing his eyes and thinking to himself that you didn’t need the stupid weight-loss drink because he thinks you’re perfect the way you are 

he’ll be darned if he let them talk to you let that, especially since you look even more uncomfortable by the passing moment 

so he interrupts, putting his arm around your waist ‘Wow Aunty, your skin still looks pretty clear, especially since you’re already 70!’ 

they definitely looked offended but he continued, ignoring them ‘And this weight-loss drink that your friend is selling... Are you drinking it? Because if so...’ he looked them up and down ‘It doesn’t look very effective.’ 

you’re confused, but you let him do what he wants 

your man totally tore down his aunts, no mercy at all 

when he was finished, he smiled sweetly at them, told them the two of you needed to get going, and high-tailed out of the family event he didn’t really want to be at anyway 

his younger sister covered for the both of you, saying that one of suna’s friends had an emergency and the two of you needed to leave to help his friend 

after he brought back to his home, he dragged you into the bedroom, plopped you on the bed, and asked you to be honest with him 

you admitted that you were bullied when you were young, and that throughout your teenage years you were constantly picked at by family members/classmates about your weight 

you also told him that’s why you avoid mirrors and reflective surfaces, and that you tried dangerous diets and overexercised to the point you collapsed 

the whole time he was getting even angrier but he tried not to let it show because damn it he loves you so much why can’t you love yourself too???

proceeded to drag out the floor length mirror and pointed to every part of your body and explained what he liked about it 

‘your arms. I like how they feel when you wrap them around me for a hug’ ‘your stomach is always so warm and I love when you let me lie on your stomach’ ‘your thighs are so cute and they feel nice when they’re tangled with my legs’ 

suna would set an alarm on his phone to remind him to tell you he loves your body every day 

he also set up a healthy diet for you, and if you want to go back to exercising he would join you and make sure you don’t overexert yourself 

this man would appoint himself as your personal trainer, he’ll go on jogs with you every morning, would help you with your sit ups, will massage your sore muscles after a workout 

10/10 the most supportive athlete boyfriend ever 

↬ miya osamu 

he expresses his love for you in onigiris, so imagine his surprise when you decline his newest salmon onigiri recipe 

‘what’s wrong?’ immediately drops everything, has a mini crisis because do you not love him anymore??? did you find someone who makes better onigiris??? 

you shake him off, tell him it’s nothing, that you’re just not hungry 

do you take him for  idiot because nope he’s not convinced, not at all 

but you didn’t seem like you wanted to talk about it so he lets it be, he won’t push you if you don’t want to tell him 

osamu started questioning his cooking skills because you’ve been eating less, you’ve been telling him you have no appetite 

please tell him it’s not his fault this man is panicking 

it went to the point where he called atsumu for help because he’s desperate 

atsumu listened to him (without interrupting, what a miracle) and these two clueless brothers tried to piece together what’s wrong 

they did not come up with a conclusion lmao 

it isn’t until the two of you went to eat dinner with your family that he realises what the problem was the whole time 

your cousin, who’s a model, eyes you and tells you you’ve gotten fatter, you should probably get on a diet again

he doesn’t miss the way you flinch visibly 

your mother snapped at your cousin, saying that as long as you’re healthy it’s fine 

your brother/father told you to ignore your cousin and put some food in your plate 

but you didn’t touch your food after that, you just smiled weakly and said you weren’t hungry- That was the point that he realised that his cooking wasn’t the problem 

the drive home is quiet, because you’re just staring outside the window with this blank expression 

the first thing he does when he gets home is make you an onigiri and a cup of tea, because you didn’t eat much and he will make sure you at least get something in your stomach 

he had that expression that said ‘if you don’t eat I will feed you this one mouthful at a time’ 

so you ate until he was satisfied 

he sat down on the couch next to you and made you look at him 

‘you are amazing the way you are, I love your body just like I love every other part about you’ he told you with a very determined expression ‘I’ll find a way to make my onigiris with less calories as long you promise me you’ll eat enough’ 

‘I don’t know what happened to you when you were younger, but all I know is that your cousin is an idiot. you shouldn’t go on a diet, instead you should eat healthily. I’ll research what foods are good for you and I’ll come up with new recipes.’ 

you were ready to cry because how much more romantic can he get, making new recipes just for you 

you told him that you were bullied for your weight when you were younger, and that you tried dangerous diets and once overexercised until you collapsed and had to go to the hospital 

not gonna lie, this man was ready to hunt down your cousin and murder someone 

‘if you ask me, you look pretty healthy, but if you want to exercise we could do it together, I used to play volleyball in high school after all- And I’ll look up on foods that will help you with your weight’ 

he made you promise him that you wouldn’t keep saying you weren’t hungry and that you would eat 

was the human version of a golden retriever puppy when you tried his new, less-calorie salmon onigiri :) tell him it’s delicious, he’ll love you forever 

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| how it feels | Kuroo Tetsurou

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prompt | no? just read something sad so uh, now you got to be sad with me 

pairing | Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader

words | 225

author’s note | hi I was sad so please be sad with me have some angst 

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Another anguished wail echoes off the apartment walls, and it’s as if someone’s performing a heart surgery while you are fully conscious. You hold the fragile man in your arms, stroking his back because there’s nothing more you can do to sooth his heartache. A visible streak of tears mark your sweater as Kuroo clutches the fabric of your shirt like it’s his lifeline.

“Do you know what it feels like,” Kuroo sobs in your arms, looking the most vulnerable you have ever seen. “To have your heart broken, day after day?” His tears refract the soft yellow light of your apartment, making his eyes glow even more golden than before.

You think of the forced smiles and pretentious laughter that tumbled out of your throat every time Kuroo gushed to you about his crush- The one that broke his heart. You think of your suppressed feelings, pressed under the heavy weight of your duty to your best friend like a capsized boat. You think of the nights when you washed your pillow case in a river of tears, knowing that you would never get the chance to put ‘Kuroo Tetsurou’ and ‘mine’ in the same sentence.

“Yes,” You say softly, stroking his hair as you coaxed him to let out all his sorrow before he drowned in them. “I do know how it feels.”

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| the detective and the blue-eyed fox | ch.5

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title | all her fault 

pairing | Damian Wayne x Marinette Dupain-Cheng 

warnings | mentions of death, death, but nothing explicitly described

words | 3.1k 

author’s note | im emotionally invested in this series, i have ch.6 and ch.7 planned out too :3 prepare yourself for more twists and (maybe) a major death :))) also this wasn’t proof-read,,, lmk if there are any mistakes! enjoy :3 

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| beginning | previous part | ao3 | 

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Three walls of cement and one wall of two-inch glass. Gabriel Agreste faced the four blank slates of his confinement everyday for three months, pondering on how he was going to endure the remaining of his days in his dreary ‘home’. They wouldn’t even provide him with paper to create some sketches on- (What were they afraid of? Paper butterflies? He was powerless without his miraculous). 

“So, what business do we have today, Ms. Rossi?” He asked smoothly, business-like as ever despite not being able to remember the last time he had a conversation. Three months of complete isolation- The guards wouldn’t even spare him a single word, and to be fair, he couldn’t blame them. 

“Did you hear about Adrien?” 

Being straightforward when she wanted to be was one of Lila’s strong traits. Her words were driven to the point, cleared from the lies that typically shrouded them. A borderline sadistic smile traced her vermilion lips when a spark of curiosity glimmered in the man’s eyes- Oh, she was going to enjoy being the bearer of the staggering news. 

“What about Adrien?” She could tell- He was expecting something perhaps along the lines of his son screwing up the company he inherited, or perhaps his son making a public statement about- 

“He’s dead.” 

Gabriel froze from where he was seated on the cement block they provided him with, red draining from his already-pale skin and his bloodshot eyes. “What?” His voice was but a hoarse whisper, a denial, a beg, a plea for the woman to laugh and tell him that it was all some cruel joke. 

“He was murdered.” Oh, how she enjoyed seeing the anguish dawn into his eyes. The pain seeped into his body like a parasite, leeching away any will of survival the man had left. “Two weeks ago.” 

If getting stripped of his miraculous and being arrested was the sky crashing upon the world he tried so hard to bring his wife back into, then the revelation of his son’s death would be the universe collapsing into itself, becoming a black hole that self destructed from the very core of Gabriel Agreste���s heart. 

“Felix Graham de Vanily is combining the Agreste and the Vanily companies with a horizontal merger,” Lila continued, enjoying the acidic pain that burned through the heartless man’s soul. “Oh, and did I tell you? From the day Adrien died, Chat Noir stopped patrolling the city.” 

The rush of ‘What if he was murdered because I was Hawkmoth?’ and ‘There are no more Agrestes left...’ smashed into him like water reaching the bottom of the waterfall. There was no mercy behind the strong wave of despair; no mercy behind Lila Rossi’s cold eyes and satisfied smile; no mercy that the world had left for him as a punishment for all his crimes. 

“I think I might know who killed him, but I need you to be honest with me,” Lila said softly, enjoying the view of the man’s bowed head. The swollen red of his teary eyes made something inside her heart stir, and it wasn’t sympathy. No, not at all. Her heart swelled with a triumphant laugh, a satisfaction that can only be achieved through the means of revenge. “What happened to the peacock miraculous?” 

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[Paris, three months ago] 

In the midst of destruction you could easily find pain, agony, and despair, because wherever you looked, there was someone who had no time to mourn, but still mourned nonetheless. Ladybug had lost count of how many Paris lost after the hundredth- And the count was only increasing exponentially by every passing second. The former city of love was doing its’ best impression of a society undergoing an apocalypse- In fact, it was a society undergoing an apocalypse. 

Exhaustion clawed at Paris’s heroine like a monster that wanted to be released from its’ cage. It tore at her without pause, releasing soreness into her muscles and weariness into her mentality. How much longer did she had to fight? How much longer until she couldn’t go on anymore? How much longer until Paris would fall into the hands of the man who could only focus on what he wanted? 

And what would happen to Paris if she couldn’t stand any longer to defend it? 

Smoke painted every inch and corner of the skyline in an abstract painting, which would’ve been beautiful if it wasn’t because of the direness of the situation. The clouds were stained a dirty red and firetrucks wailed in the distance, too little of them to keep up with the demand of damage control. Screams echoed across the city, a painful reminder to the heroine of how many lives she had let down. Nothing pained the heroine more than the fact she had been trusted with so many and ended up failing just as many.

A little distance away, shrouded under the same red sky that Ladybug stood under, was the Le Grand Paris. A section of the grand hotel had caved in, leaving the top half of the building in ruins. The golden embellishments of the hotel were caked in dust, the grandeur of Paris’s greatest hotel submitting to the chaos and destruction around it. 

“Come on! Get in here! Hurry up!” 

Chloe couldn’t believe her eyes. 

There stood Mayor Bourgeois, urgently yelling out orders for as many people as possible to get into the hotel’s wine cellar, which would be underground and as safe as it got at the moment. The endless stream of Parisians flowed continuously through the open doors of the hotel, the hotel’s large wine cellar being able to accommodate about half of Paris’s (surviving) population. 

For once in her life, Chloe was proud to call the mayor her father. 

“Daddy! I’ll go get more people here!” She yelled over the bustling noise. Worry clumped over the mayor and butler Jean’s eyes, but her father nodded nonetheless, a smile slipping over his lips. 

“Be careful, my dear!” 

On the other side of Paris, Alya was holding onto her younger siblings as tightly as she could, all four of them hidden under the dining table. A loud ring startled all of them, the second-oldest Cesaire turning her attention to her phone. Earthquake-like vibrations made multiple household objects topple and smash onto the floor, much to the twins’ terror. 

“Chloe?” She breathed, picking up the call. 

The voice that came in response was panting, taking hurried, shuddering breaths. The consistent thump-thump-thump of footsteps also echoed through the phone, accompanied by the distance rings of destruction. “Where are you? Get your family towards Le Grand Paris, you can hide in the wine cellar!” 

Alya couldn’t believe the blonde’s words. 

“And if you’re up to it, spread the word! The wine cellar is the safest place we have right now.” 

The call ended, Alya blinking back her surprise in exchange of a courage that surged forward all of a sudden. “Nora, take Ella and Etta to Le Grand Paris and hide in the wine cellar.” 

“And where are you going?” 

Alya steeled her jittering nerves. “I’m going to get out there and help.”

Not too far away from the Cesaire’s apartment, Ladybug was swinging through the city, surveying the damage. The whizz of her yoyo felt deafening to her ears, and everything hurt. Her muscles were sore, her legs were shaking, and her vision felt blurry. Half of Paris was a rubble of cement and dust, and the other half was on the verge of collapsing soon. 

Ladybug’s eyes widened in horror as she jerked back, catching sight of a familiar building that was so burdened with destruction that she could barely recognise it if it wasn’t for the fact that she knew she was on the right street. 

“No. No, no, no. Nononono-” Her breath caught in her throat, suffocating and strangling her from inside. 

The bakery had collapsed. 

She prayed with all her heart that her parents had gotten out, but from the looks of it, the bakery was hit fast and the chances that- 

No. 

“Think positive thoughts, Marinette.” The heroine whispered to herself, desperate and unwilling to face what she was sure was the truth. “Maybe they got out. Maybe they got out. They’re fine.” 

Even as she swung off, Ladybug knew in her heart that despite the lies she insisted on telling herself, her parents’ dead bodies were somewhere underneath the rubble. 

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“Mamma!” Tears streamed down Lila’s face as she tugged and pulled at the portion of their ceiling that had chosen the diplomat as its’ victim. There was no use- Both of them knew as well as 1 + 1 that there was no way Lila could lift the concrete block by herself. 

The diplomat looked up with a weak smile, already having come to terms with how her life would end- With her lower half crushed by a ceiling. “Leave me here, dear, the building’s going to-” 

Lila shook her head stubbornly, desperately trying to lift the concrete again, only to look up in surprise, not having expected a pair of spandexed hands to join hers. Ladybug let out a grunt as she tried to nudge the collapsed ceiling even just a little, her suit tearing due to the rough surface of the collapsed ceiling. 

“Come on, we’ll push at the count of three!” The hero instructed, groaning and giving all her strength to the giant piece of debris, but it was no use. Ladybug was tired and worn out, and the little strength she had in her was not enough to overcome the concrete’s stubbornness to stay put. “I... I could...” She flung out her yoyo, trying to think of a way to use the concrete’s weight against itself. 

“Ladybug, the building is collapsing, please just leave me be.” The diplomat pleaded. “Lila, please get out of here!” 

The building groaned, supporting the woman’s statement. Ladybug bowed apologetically, guilt lurking in every corner of her eyes. “I’m so sorry I couldn’t be of more assistance, ma’am.” 

“You’ve done a lot for Paris. I should thank you.” The woman whispered, smiling painfully at her daughter. “I’m sorry, Lila. I love you, forever.” 

The girl sniffled, pressing her lips into a thin line. “I love you too, mamma.” 

“Come on, Lila.” Ladybug whispered gently, pulling the teen away. It was as heart-wrenching as abandoning a puppy on the side of the road on a rainy day, but the diplomat was right- The building was giving in, and if they didn’t get out themselves, Paris’s death count would only increase by another two. 

The escape from the building was quiet, only filled by the whizz of the yoyo. “I’m sorry I couldn’t have done more.” Ladybug said softly. 

“It’s not your fault.” Lila sniffled bitterly. Now that they were soaring over the city, Lila could see just how much of it was crumbled and broken- At least 70% of the city was reduced to rubbles, and the Eiffel tower, who had once stood tall at the core of Paris, had now bowed down to the wrath of the man who knew nothing but his own wants. 

It was at that moment that Lila Rossi decided that the person she hated the most was Hawkmoth.  

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You never know the true meaning of horror until you live that one moment that crushes you inside. 

It freezes your blood, it makes your heart stop, and your chest feels like its’ being constricted. You can’t breath, and your field of vision just narrows to the one point that defines the cause of all your pain. Sometimes, you don’t even know what you feel. All emotion has been drained out of you, and your brain has lagged behind, unsure of how to react. 

Chloe stood in front of Le Grand Paris- The remains of it, anyway, and came to the conclusion that her father saved at least a thousand lives that day. All by putting aside his own safety and shepherding millions of his citizens into the wine cellar. 

It was over. 

It took hours for the firefighters to dig out the entrance to the wine cellar, millions and thousands of relieved Parisians crawling from the hole. The daughter of the mayor sat and waited, helping wherever she could. There were too many tears shed, too much blood bled, and too many people dead. 

She watched the line of Parisians trickle from what was formerly Le Grand Paris’s wine cellar. She waited and waited until the sun finally had mercy on Paris and ended the day that would be marked as the end of the city of love. She prayed and hoped until she saw the last man crawl from the cellar. 

And then she faced the truth that neither her father nor butler Jean made it into the wine cellar themselves. 

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Adjusting to the bright light shining around her was difficult, to say the least. Paris had been shrouded in semi-darkness for the past twenty-four hours. 

Marinette sat up hurriedly, groaning at the piercing pain that shot thorugh her spine at the action. All around her were her friends’ worried faces, Alya’s, Adrien’s, Nino’s, Chloe’s- Were those tears on Chloe’s cheeks? And was that Lila comforting her?

“Alya found you passed out in the middle of the street after it ended.” Nino explained quickly. 

Ah, that was what they were calling it now, Marinette thought. The battle she had fought for over fifteen hours without pause was now labelled ‘It’. 

“What were you doing out there, you could’ve died!” Alya scolded, but despite the tone, the teen was more glad than anything to see that the bluenette had made it. 

“Where... Are we? And why is everything so... Destroyed?” 

The classmates shared looks that practically spelt ‘Who’s going to break it to her?’. 

“Ladybug disappeared after the battle was won. She never got to use her miraculous cure.” Chloe supplied the explanation coldly. “Thousands are dead. Almost every building needs to be rebuilt.” 

Adrien offered her a weak smile that was on the verge of breaking. “Hawkmoth is gone for good.” There was a faint suggestion in the boy’s eyes that he was going through much more pain than any of them knew. “Hawkmoth... My father. My father was Hawkmoth. He was arrested a couple hours ago. Nathalie was Mayura.” 

Silence shrouded the teens like a  black rain cloud. “I’m sorry, Adrien.” Marinette whispered. It was coming back to her now- Chat Noir’s anguished screams when they discovered Gabriel Agreste, decked out in his purple suit, standing in the attic of Agreste Manor, Mayura’s escape- Feeling like she couldn’t go any further. The last thing she remembered was her transformation dropping, and contact with the cold hard ground. 

“Don’t be.” Lila responded nonchalantly. “I think I can speak for everyone here when I say that this whole shit was Hawkmoth’s fault and no one else’s. Almost everyone has lost a family member. Some of us lost more than others. It’s no one’s fault, so don’t you go apologising, Dupain-Cheng.” 

Her friends murmured their agreements, giving her soft smiles despite the devastation that tore at each of their hearts. 

Marinette wanted to laugh. 

Thousands dead and it was because she couldn’t hold on for two more seconds to use her miraculous cure. 

Thousands dead, including her own parents, Lila’s, and god knows how many others’ parents, siblings, lovers, and friends. 

Thousands dead and it was all. Her. Fault. 

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“Well?” 

Impatience decorated Lila’s tone as she tapped her heels, waiting for the terrorist’s answer. The click of her heels echoed through the room, bouncing off the concrete walls to create the loudest noise Gabriel had ever heard in a long time. 

“What happened to the peacock miraculous?” She repeated one more time for good measure, irked and irritated by the lack of answer from the other side of the glass. 

“It’s gone.” Gabriel answered softly after a while. “When they found Nathalie passed out in that alley, she didn’t have her miraculous on.” The man’s former assistant had fled after Ladybug and Chat Noir confronted them in the Agreste Manor, but two hours later, she was found unconscious in a back alley, and it was later discovered in the hospital that she had fallen into a coma. 

Bewilderment lit inside the woman’s eyes, burning beside the fury that blazed inside her soul. “Are you telling me someone stole them?” She hissed, resisting the urge to slam her hands on something. 

“No.” Gabriel answered reluctantly, slightly afraid of the woman’s fury. If it was any consolation, he knew the two-inch glass wall would prevent her from inflicting any harm onto him. “I’m telling you that Duusu probably ran off with her own miraculous.” 

The woman sucked in a deep breath, regulating her breathing to regain her composure. “Then do you have any idea where she went?” 

“Duusu is corrupted and manipulative, but she’ll need a host to operate through. She’d probably look for someone emotional, someone who’s lost a lot and is in a lot of pain.” Gabriel sighed, looking up to be met by Lila’s annoyed expression. 

“Oh wow.” Said the woman sarcastically, hands propped on her hips in a pretentious, thoughtful manner. “Someone emotional, someone who’s lost a lot and is in a lot of pain. That just about defines everyone that survived the apocalypse you laid on us three months ago.” 

It was at that moment Lila’s sarcastic attitude brought Gabriel to a terrifying conclusion. There was no amount of sympathy in her eyes, and judging from the hate and loath in her eyes... The revelation splashed him like a cold bucket of ice water, waking him up from the small smudge of hope he got to hold for a couple of seconds. 

“You aren’t here to get me out.” He whispered. Just when he thought that the sly woman was going to get him out of the four walls he was trapped in- She slammed her true intentions back into his face with no mercy. 

“You killed my mother, you bastard.” She smiled so sweetly that he wouldn’t be surprised if she was instantly cast as the beautiful but wicked stepmother from Snow White or perhaps the enchantress from Sleeping Beauty. “As well as the friends and family of thousand others. I hope you rot in jail forever.” 

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If anyone’s confused on the timeline of the story, this is how it goes: 

3 months before current time, the final battle takes place (ch.5). Thousands die because Ladybug didn’t get to use her miraculous cure. Hawkmoth is arrested and Nathalie falls into a coma. Ladybug/Marinette leave Paris after the battle is over.

Ladybug/Marinette heads to Gotham, where Marinette gets hired into GCPD and becomes partners with Damian. She also becomes Gotham’s newest vigilante, Lan, who exposes corrupt politicians 

2 weeks before current time, Adrien Agreste is murdered and Chat Noir stops patrolling Paris. (This is when Marinette learns from Tikki that Adrien and Chat are the same person even though the conversation wasn’t written) 

Current time (ch.1) Lan asks Damian to help her find the miraculous of the black cat 

Damian, the next day, finds out that Plagg and the black cat miraculous have been in his apartment the whole time (He then emails her and asks her to go to his apartment to discuss things) 

(ch.4) Damian and Marinette talk 

At the same time, in Paris, Luka visits Chloe, who is apparently in kahoots with him 

Also at the same time, Lila breaks into the highest security prison in Paris and talks to Gabriel Agreste/Hawkmoth (also partly ch.5) 

That’s about it for now :3 

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| as a dad | Sawamura Daichi

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prompt | inspired by @mrs-kuroojinguji ‘s post for Haikyuu as dads (which can be found here)

pairing | Sawamura Daichi x Reader 

words | 816 

author’s note | thank you to @mrs-kuroojinguji​ for letting me write this and @owlywrites​ for beta reading! 

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The distinct sound of the door opening makes you smile. It’s followed by the excited stomping of your two kids- Hoshi, your daughter and first born; and Akihiko, your son. A smile creeps up your lips as you hear laughter ring from the living room- A lower, velvety laugh that no doubt belongs to your husband, and the giggles of your two children.

You wipe your hands on your apron, brushing a strand of hair out of your face as you pad out of the kitchen, seeing Akihiko in your husband’s arms and Hoshi jumping excitedly at his feet as she tells him about the score she got for her latest Maths test.

“Mommy, daddy’s home!” Hoshi tells you when she spots you peering out of the kitchen, your husband’s warm hazel eyes immediately meeting yours.

The loving smile on his lips makes you want to melt into a puddle right there and then. You could never stop falling in love with Sawamura Daichi- Every single day, you found yourself filled to the brim with adoration of each and every one of his little habits. “I’m home, love.” He greets you.

“You’re early today.” You comment, noting that he’s home half-an-hour earlier than usual. He laughs sheepishly, Akihiko still in one arm even thought your son was four-years-old and probably getting heavier by the day with how much you were feeding him.

“What can I say, I missed you guys.” The grin on his face makes you want to walk across the room and kiss him, but you just shake your head and sigh good-naturedly.

You return back to the kitchen, content as you listen to the squeals of Hoshi, accompanied by Akihiko’s laughter and Daichi’s (horrible) acting skills. “I’ve got you cornered now, Mr. Criminal!” Akihiko exclaims dramatically, playing their new ‘police’ game. You stifle a laugh as you hear criminal-Daichi’s enthusiastic yell of surrender.

“I’m terrified!” Daichi says, exaggerating, and you can imagine him lying back-down on the floor, holding his hands up. “Oh no!”

“Victory!” Hoshi joins in, your husband continuing to monologue dramatically as he surrendered to your two children.

“Alright, get off your dad and let him shower, dinner’s in ten.” You say as you walk out of the kitchen, finding Hoshi in Daichi’s police vest, ‘Sawamura’ written in capitals and in bold across the back. Akihiko is lying on top of your husband, Daichi’s peaked cap at least four sizes too big for his little head.

Your husband is smiling widely, laughing softly as he pulls Akihiko off him. “You heard your mom, dinner’s in ten.”

Hoshi gasps dramatically as Daichi gets up, going towards the bathroom. “The criminal is getting away!” She proclaims, jumping and tackling Daichi to the ground as her younger brother follows.

“Help, please?” He pouts at you, as if he wasn’t strong enough to lift both Hoshi and Akihiko off at the same time.

You decide to play his game, raising a teasing eyebrow at him. “Haven’t been working out lately, have we, Mr. Criminal?” He gives you a lopsided grin as he hefts up both of your children, squeals and giggles filling the house when he stands up with one of them on each shoulder.

“I think I have.” He says, pretending to think seriously. “What do you guys think?”

“Yeah!” Hoshi replies with a beam.

Akihiko shakes his head. “No!”

Daichi looks slightly offended, and in his defence, he’s carrying both his kids on his shoulders. “I have been working out!”

“You haven’t been working out unless you can pick mom up.” Akihiko counters cheekily. Shooting you a smirk, Daichi puts down the two of them, crossing the room to you in two big strides.

“Do you think I’ve been working out?” He asks you, raising an eyebrow.

You know full well that he gets up at 5am every morning just to run five laps around the neighbourhood, and you know that he spends an hour in the gym working out every Monday and Friday after work. “Hmm, I guess that depends on whether you can pick me up.” You say thoughtfully.

He picks you up, of course, with little to no effort, the same way he picked you up on the day of your wedding. Hoshi squeals and covers her younger brother’s eyes when Daichi closes the gap in between the both of you and presses a gentle kiss on to your lips. The warmth in your heart blossoms, your husband pressing one more light kiss on your forehead as he sets you down.

As Hoshi whines about how disgusting it is to see the two of you kiss and Akihiko continues to look confused, you smile lovingly, watching your little family with a smile on your face, thanking whatever deity out there for letting you marry Sawamura Daichi, the man who you would forever keep falling in love with.

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