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ongaku-ato-kakikomi · 4 years

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Traitor - Light Yagami x Reader (Death Note)

Day Thirty of Fictober 2019

Prompt number: #30 “I’m with you, you know that.”

Fandom: Death Note (Light Yagami x Reader)

Word Counts: 776 words.

Summary: Light learned that you might betray him.

You observe Light’s face tensing up as he stays incredibly silent, both of you waiting for Misa to show up so that he can explain the next move of the plan. Though, the atmosphere tonight is heavier than usual, your best friend since you two were little kids having only said a mere ‘hi’ to you when you joined him on the street, and you couldn’t help but think that you might have done something wrong.

“Light...” He looks at you from the corner of his eyes, grinding his teeth as soon as he sees your confused expression. “What’s going on?”

“I learned something interesting today.” A flash of anger seems to go through his eyes, making you worry. “You had an offer from L last night, had you not?”

You stare at him blankly, not quite understanding how he learned about that so quickly. But then again, he has known about a lot of things concerning you for the past few months, things no one could have ever known aside from you, so this shouldn’t surprise you.

“Yes.” He seems taken aback by your honesty, but he shouldn’t be, you’ve always been honest with him, haven’t you? “He said he’ll make sure I stay alive if I give him proof that you’re Kira… but I didn’t accept his offer.”

“You didn’t refuse it either.” His frown seems to deepen as he moves his body towards you, the young man towering you with his height. “Do you seriously think you can betray me that easily?”

“What- the hell is your problem?” Your confused expression turns to an annoyed one, taking him by surprise for the second time. “I didn’t accept or refuse the offer because if I did, I would have had to acknowledge that I know you’re Kira, which is something that might have made your plan failed. So instead, I acted as if I didn’t know anything, as if you were innocent and that L was too obsessed for his own good. And now… now you’re accusing me of betraying you?” You shake your head in disbelief before turning away, your feet already taking you somewhere else. “Unbelievable.”

“Wait, (Y/N)-” You stop in your tracks when you feel his fingers grab your right shoulder, slowly turning back to him to see that his expression has faltered into an apologetic one. “I-I’m sorry, I went into conclusions without listening to you-”

“Damn right, you did.” You glare at him for a moment before you give out a sigh, grabbing his hand still on your shoulder and intertwining your fingers with his. “I’m with you, you know that.”

“I know, it’s just…” He closes his eyes for a second, then gives out a small smile. “I just got scared and mad that you were gonna leave me because… well, you’re my best friend. And I don’t think I’ll ever survive a world you’re not in it.”

Your smile stretches out. “Why is everything you say both sweet and terrifying at the same time?”

He gives out a laugh, his free hand approaching your face to push away a few strands of hair from your eyes. “You know, Misa won’t be here for another minute...”

“Hm...” Your smile slowly turns to a smirk. “Are you asking me to help you cheat on your girlfriend?”

“She’s not my girlfriend-” You can’t help but let out a laugh at his annoyed expression. “Stop laughing! She’s not, okay? You know I’m just using her.”

“I know, but-” You tiptoed so your lips are a few inches from his. “-if she sees us together like that-”

“I won’t let her kill you.” He puts his forehead against yours, giving you the rare sight of him being open and relax. “No one can take you away from me.”

“See? Sweet and terrifying.” His smile widens at your words, though it’s when you give his lips a quick peck that a bright light seems to pass through his eyes. “Here. That’s all you’ll get for now.”

You free your hands from his and take a step back before he can protest, though he does give you an exaggerated pout until a blond figure suddenly jumps at him.

“Light!” She giggles happily while his expression turns to a very annoyed one, a chuckle getting out of your throat upon seeing him almost choking under the star’s embrace. “I missed you so much!”

“Hello to you too, Misa.”

You’re glad he got distracted by the blond because it gave you the opportunity to send the voice memo you just recorded to a certain detective.

Because between the world and your best friend, you choose the world.

#fictober19 #30 #fanfiction #death note #death note imagine #death note imagines #death note x reader #light yagami #light yagami x reader #light yagami imagine #light yagami imagines #lawliet #l lawliet #imagine #imagines #x reader #reader insert

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nadisabug · 4 years

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book: fictober

Hello and welcome to my Masterlist for each year I have done fictober! This is just for me to keep track of what I have been writing for fictober, so there will be doubles if you have come from a specific book. There are some fics that aren’t in their own book because I have not written a lot for them, so maybe you can find some hidden gems here! Have fun!

2019

Summary: This year I did a stringed together story of an AU for Danganronpa. All of the days are connected and each day is a chapter!

Here is the post where I link to the AO3 where it is ordered and such!

2020

Summary: This year I tried to branch out a bit and write more have more varied fandoms. There is Star Wars, Danganronpa, Avatar: The Last Airbender, and Harry Potter.

Day One: Come Back

Prompt: “no, come back!”

Fandom: SDR2 Pairing: established Hajime x Nagito Warnings: fluffy!!! Be warned!!

Day Two: The Mechanic

Prompt: “that’s the easiest part”

Fandom: Star Wars Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader Warnings: language

Day Three: Shatter

Prompt: “you did this?”

Fandom: original work Pairing: eventual Joey x Artemis Warnings: language

Day Four: To Kiss

Prompt: “that didn’t stop you before”

Fandom: Harry Potter Pairing: established George Weasley x Reader Warnings: sexual themes/slightly nsfw

Day Five: Training

Prompt: “unacceptable, try again”

Fandom: ATLA Pairing: eventual Zuko x reader Warnings: language

Day Six: Gunslinger

Prompt: “that was impressive”

Fandom: JJBA Pairing: eventual Mista x reader Warnings: language?

Day Seven: The Mechanic pt2

Prompt: “yes I did, what about it?”

Fandom: Star Wars Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader Warnings: none

Day Eight: Hung Over You

Prompt: “I’m not doing that again.”

Fandom: Harry Potter Pairing: George Weasley x reader Warnings: mentions of alcohol, language, and slightly nsfw themes

Day Nine: Training pt2

Prompt: “will you look at this?”

Fandom: ATLA Pairing:eventual Zuko x reader Warnings: language

Day Ten: Training pt 3

Prompt: “all I ever wanted”

Fandom: ATLA Pairing: Zuko x reader Warnings: language

Day Eleven: Pranks

Prompt: “I told you so”

Fandom: ATLA Pairing: established Sokka x reader Warnings: language

Day Twelve: Get the Girl

Prompt: “watch me”

Fandom: ATLA Pairing: eventual Sokka x reader Warnings: none

Day Thirteen: Miss You

Prompt: “I missed this”

Fandom: ATLA Pairing: unrequited Sokka x reader Warnings: ANGST/hurt no comfort

Day Fourteen: Unexpected Reunion

Prompt: “not interested, thank you”

Fandom: ATLA Pairing: eventual Zuko x reader Warnings: none

2021

Summary: I am starting this fictober a couple days in and it will be very chillax.

#fictober masterlist #fictober19 #fictober20 #fictober21

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smellysluna · 5 years

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The one where Luka is a clown | Fictober19 #1

Prompt number: 「 one 」“It will be fun, trust me.”

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug

Pairing: Luka Couffaine & [YOU]

Rating: T (Teens And Up)

Warnings/Tags: none

Summary: you’ve always had a crush on him bcs he simply was your type but nothing really happened unitl You & Luka get set up as project mates

Side note: I know that it’s the twelth of october but i just started it, i’ll write some more for fictober but i’ll use the prompts as i see fit bcs i’m just like that so yeah. anyways i hope this makes some kind of sense, its been a long time since i finished something i began writing. okay so i also wanted to write luka because there’s not many fics with him with an “x reader” tag. okay talk over, enjoy the story babes!!!!

"Hey."

I turned around in my seat and smiled. "Hi, Luka."

"So... how'd you wanna do this?"

I cocked an eyebrow. "Do what?" Luka shared an amused smile. "Oh!" I face-palm. "The project! Right." I picked up the notebook with my notes from my desk and slammed it on his desk. Then I rotated it in his direction. "This is how we're going to do it."

"Wow, you've really thought this through already."

I rest my face on my hand and smirk. "It's no coincidence that I ace my presentations."

"I guess I'm lucky then."

"More than you think." I straighten my back. "Okay, no funny business tho. You fuck up and I'll make you suffer all the way to June. Take a picture of them notes so you have a copy and have a slight idea of what's going on."

He puts up a half-amused smile, "this ain't my first rodeo."

"But it's your first bullfight, so keep up." He laughed and I bit my lip. I might've gone overboard.

"I'll do my best," he assured in a soft voice. Holy shit. He's so mellow. As soon as I was sure he had a picture of my notes, I took his phone. I entered into his contacts and added my number then dialed myself.

I show him the screen of my phone. "Now we have each other's numbers." He smiled before I turned around just in time for the teacher to get in.

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I was watching dessert recipes on YouTube when I received a message from Luka. The popup appeared from an Unknown number which reminded me that I forgot to add him to my contacts.

"hey"

"hi"

"what's up?"

"i went through ur notes"

"yeah?"

"they're amazing, aren't they"

"u made those in class"

"how???"

"they're too good"

You sent an image:

Unknown sent an image:

"anyhow"

"i wanted to know when you want to get the project finished"

"i thought that you'd want to finish it asap"

"u look like you have a busy schedule"

"i'm free whenever, really"

"but i don't want to finish it in one go"

"so we'll spend a couple of days on it"

"if u dont mind that is"

"btw you give me too much credit"

"right"

"it's fine, yeah"

"more time to clown around"

Unknown sent an image:

"> AUDIO (laughter)"

"IM DYING"

"WHY IS THIS SO FUNNY"

"i took clown courses in my childhood"

"where's the diploma huh?"

"wait, lemme look"

"wait"

"ur serious???"

"photo(clown certificate)"

"I CAN'T BREATHE"

"clown code: never joke about being a clown"

"AND HERE I WAS"

"THINKING YOU WERE THE COOLEST GUY AT SCHOOL"

"BUT ALL THIS TIME YOU WERE JUST A CLOWN"

"I WAS SO FOOLISH"

"ur now officially added to my contacts as clown boy 🤡"

"coolest guy huh? ;)"

"don't let it get to your head, clown boy"

"as much as i'd love to know about your clown career, i have to go make dinner"

"we'll talk more about it at school"

"don't vanish on me"

"i'll snap my fingers into Thanos' ass if i have to"

"right 😂"

At dinner, I couldn't stop thinking about Luka. We might've never talked much to each other but I always had the hots for him. He was just my type: tall, supposedly long hair for a boy, dyed hair, punk-like feel and especially (these just get me going) those black gauges in his ears. Anyways, I'd lie if I said I never got distracted in class because of the smell of his cologne.

"Thank you for dinner, [Y/N]," said my mom after she cleaned the table.

"Don't forget to do the dishes, love."

"Yes, Dad," I chuckled.

"We're off to bed, then. Goodnight, [Y/N]."

"Goodnight, mum. Goodnight, dad."

That night, I fell asleep thinking about how nice that chat conversation with Luka was.

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I groaned loudly when I got into class. I ran because I was late for geography. When I got to class, the lack of a teacher at the desk made me want to kill myself. My classmates were scattered around the classroom in groups, as usual when a teacher was absent. Done with life, I walk to my desk, drop my backpack and accommodate my face on the desk. Suddenly, somebody is standing next to me. But I really just wanted some sleep so my first intention was to ignore whomever until well, it's self-explanatory.

"Looks like someone spent all night thinking about me."

"What!?" I see Luka. Now fully energized and heart pumping, I stutter: "No, no. What are you even saying?"

He laughs and takes a seat on the vacant spot in front of me. He rests his arms on my desk. "I'm just messing with you, wanted to see the reaction I'd get out of you. I wasn't expecting to fully wake you up." He smiles broadly and I stare into his eyes.

Have you ever met that person, no matter who they are, their eyes are so enthralling that you just can't help but keep staring at them? These kinds of eyes just have something... Something I'm unable to describe. And when I stare at them, they're so glossy and shiny.

"I think you'd look amazing if you wore eyeliner."

"Huh?" Half of his face moves upwards in sync. "That's very random."

"I mean, yeah." I look away, fidget with my bracelet and then look back. "I just thought it'd bring your eyes out even more."

"Ooh," he exhales knowingly. "Because they're blue, right?"

I knit my eyebrows together. "No," I say offended. Had this boy never realized how nice his eyes are?

"Why then?" He asks and nods his head onto his arms.

"Well," I lick my lips, "I don't know." I shrug "It's not because of the color, which is beautiful just so you know." I caress my arm and try very hard to maintain eye contact, occasionally looking away. "Your eyes, I don't know, they just have something."

He smiles at my words, "look who's talking."

"Not a clown, that's for sure." He groans in a boyish way and it melts my insides so warm I almost let it show.

"You won't let it go, won’t you?" He lays defeated on my desk, arms sprawled.

"You did that to yourself." He hummed in a way that seemed a mixture of displeasure and annoyance. His long hair was sprawled in every direction of my desk. I could tell that he washed his hair either last night or this morning —it smelled so nice. Luka smelled really nice and I couldn't help but bite my lip to restrain myself from sniffing him all over like I was some kind of dog-bred. I started playing with his hair and it was so much softer than I expected it to be, it was dyed after all. He let a pleasurable groan slip through.

"Does this bother you?"

Luka abruptly opened his eyes and forced my head to rest on the desk as well. With very soft caresses he ran his hand through my locks and I understood what it was that he intended.

"What about you?"

I stared into his eyes for a moment and closed them, then resumed playing with his hair as he did the same. We were so close, I could hear his silent breathes. I wondered if this could be considered as cuddling. Honestly? I didn't care because I was enjoying it.

"Hey, guys, look at [Y/N] and Luka."

"Woah, when did that happen."

"Never thought [Y/N] liked that type of guy."

"You're kidding, right? Luka's definitely her type."

We spent the rest of the hour like that. Somewhere in between, the rest of the class noticed us but, frankly, we paid them no mind. But it made me anxious. Not because of what they said but about what Luka might've thought about it.

"I kind of like this," he whimpers softly as if scared he'd break whatever we had going on.

I agree with him softly, just as scared to ruin the mood.

When the bell rang, we hesitantly broke apart. Luka returned to his assigned seat behind me and then class started. The moments the teacher repeated subjects the class already went through, Luka played with the ends of my hair.

After the school bell rang for the last time that day, Luka approached me. He asked if I wanted to start on the project today. Luka was so cute while he asked. He didn't do anything particularly cute but the way he looked when he leaned on the wall had sent me flying. Obviously, I said that it was a good idea. Not desperately, of course, even though I wanted to grab him and steal him away. I kept my cool.

"What time?"

He grimaced to hide a grin. "I was hoping, like, right now?"

"Uh, well... On any other particular month, I'd agree and take you to my house. But we're getting reformations done so it's a very big mess."

"We can go to my place." He states like it's a universal fact.

"But all my shit's at home, and I'd want to empty my backpack, grab some money, etcetera."

"Okay, I get it. I can take you home and we'll head right over to mine?"

Even though I might pass out any moment out of pure embarrassment, I cross my arms in an 'X' in front of his face.

"No way that's happening, clown boy."

"What? Why?" He frowns.

"No way in hell I'm letting you drive me on your motorbike."

A small laugh escapes his lips. "You've never been on a motorcycle?"

I act displeased.

Luka laughs with a hand on his stomach. "You haven't!" I scowl and his laughter subdues. He waves his hands in front of him and apologizes for laughing. "I'll be careful, just for you." He assures.

"Even if I agreed... I doubt you'd have a second helmet. And we all know that police officer which has an obsession for the law."

"I got us covered on that one, I have two."

I stare at him. "You had this all planned out, didn't you?"

"No," he grins, "it just happens to be that I usually pick my sister up from her school."

"Oh, so she's gonna have to walk all the way back to your house. We can't let her do that, can we?" No matter how much I crush on Luka, anything that can get me out of sitting on that devil's contraption, I'd go with.

"I said 'usually', didn't I?" I can feel his smirk soaking right through me but in a much more softer tone he said "it'll be fun," and smiles "trust me."

It was his goddamn smile that convinced me to agree.

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"I never knew you could live in a boat."

I looked around the main deck and, for some reason, I felt very lightweight and free.

"You don't like it?"

"The contrary, I love it!" I smile at him, "it adds to your charm."

Luka smiles back, "thanks."

Both of us walked inside the boat. I took everything all at once. You rarely get the chance to be inside a boat-home. But the most surprising thing was that it was stable —at least more than I thought.

"My room's the one at the end. Get yourself comfy —I'll be right there."

I bite the inside of my cheek. "Okay."

Once I get into his room, I relax and take a look around. I leave my backpack by the door and head straight for the most valuable thing to me in his room. Luka had one of the nicest guitar stands available on which laid the most basic electric guitar ever... but since looks can deceive, I pick it up.

I make myself comfortable on his bed along with Luka's guitar and a guitar pick I snatched from the wall. Without thinking twice, I started to play. It didn't matter to me that I hadn't plugged the guitar into an amplifier, this particular tab didn't need the magic of electricity. I suppose I should have asked first if I could play but it's too late now-

"That's 'Lonely Day', right?"

"Ah! Shit! Sorry!" I stood up hastily, the guitar pick went flying to the floor and I placed the guitar back where it was supposed to be. I turn to him to apologize, "I should've asked-."

Luka walks past me, grabs the guitar by its fretboard and puts the strap around himself. He shuffles around me and I was too confused to realize what he was doing. Then he hands me the guitar fully-tuned-connected-to-an-amplifier guitar. He lifts it by the fretboard again and hands it over to me as if telling me to take it. I stare into his eyes and do exactly that.

At that moment, we didn't need any words as I accepted his silent offer. I strum dumbly and then start fidgeting with the knobs on his amplifier. I bite my lip, it doesn't have as many options as mine and it's smaller than the one I have at home but I managed to get the right sound.

I started playing a song that I had played countless times and felt very confident. This moment was about impressing Luka and I was determined to blow him away. But the moment I started playing, I couldn't keep up the cool-girl act and grinned as I played around the room.

"Wow," he said amazed after I finished. "I never knew you played guitar, let alone that well."

"I'm amazing, I know," I wink.

"What did you play?"

"You don't recognize it!?" I gasp loudly. I put my hands over my heart. "Oh, my heart! It hurts! I have never been so hurt before!"

He holds back an embarrassed smile. "Guilty as charged."

"It's Crowd Chant, by Satriani," an exaggerated sad smile adorns my lips.

"Oh, right! The guy from 'Surfing with the Alien'!"

"Yes, that one! I love him, he's my idol!"

"He's good."

"Good? He's a GOD." I pout at him. "Your idol is Jagged Stone, that's why you have so little appreciation for him."

"Right."

I playfully punch him. "Just kidding."

"I thought I was supposed to be the clown around here."

I laugh very loud at that. "Yes! I will - haha - leave - ha - the rest to you."

During the week we were making the project we had gotten really close and we kept hanging out at each other's houses even when the project was long ago finished. I met his very cool mum, and his sister, who is physically exactly like him but both of them don't seem to admit it. And he met my small family too.

"I keep telling you! You do look alike! Genetics is no joke."

"I agree with [Y/N]!" Juleka's friend said one day over dinner. I can't remember what her name was but I always thought there was more than 'friends' between her and Juleka.

"We do not look alike; you both must be very blind," Luka jokes and I pinch him very hard. "Ow! Stop!" He pinches back.

"No! Luka! That was payback for yesterday!" He stuck his tongue out at me and I growl. "You're very mean."

He shrugs, "whatever you say, [Y/N]."

"Oh, 'whatever I say' it is, is it?" I crossed my arms and pondered without breaking my staring contest with Luka. "So if I said you're ugly, you'd agree?"

He smirked, "sure." I felt how triumph tasted and literally a second later I tasted defeat. "But it won't affect the fact that my eyes have 'something'."

I became a blushing mess and everyone at the table stared at us.

"So..." Juleka started, unsure. "Does that mean that [Y/N] confessed first?"

Juleka's blonde friend nodded, "I knew it!"

"I'm happy for the both of you," Mrs. Couffaine cheered with a very sweet smile.

There was a problem with their cheers which made Luka and me quite uncomfortable. It was wrong. Nothing had happened between us.

"It's...! It's not like that!" I attempt to defend ourselves and turn to Luka. "That's not what that was, right, Luka?"

He was looking in the opposite direction, scratching his crimson red neck. "I mean..."

I hide my face in my hands. "Oh my God, I want to kill myself."

"You know what? We will leave you both to work out whatever misunderstanding there might be, okay?" And with no answer, all three of them left.

"Let's go outside." With no warning, Luka took me by the hand and guided me to the main deck. It was chilly outside and I shivered but kept it to myself. "Here." Luka handed me his jacket.

"Thanks," I smile and put it on. It still smells like his cologne.

"About what Juleka said..." He avoided my gaze by looking into the river. "I might've told her that I like you," he turns to me and takes my hands, "a lot." Luka squeezes my hands out of nervousness. "The way you and I understand each other, without any words, just the music is enough. I feel like we're connected through it like we are the power-chords to any rock song."

My heart was melting, I always knew deep down that Luka's a very sweet romantic and he was killing me with his cuteness. I never knew you could look cute and hot during a confession. "Luka, I-"

"Remember when we sang 'Anything better than you'?"

"Yeah."

I recalled the memory. At the end of the song, when the part that goes "I can sing anything sweeter than you" our lips were so close... I couldn't stop thinking about it before I fell asleep every night.

"I wanted to kiss you so badly, but I just couldn't do it." Luka pulled me in and we were as close as that other time, my heart was beating so hard I could hear it in my ears. "Until now."

Luka kissed me and I kissed back. We kissed each other so desperately and I ran my hand through his hair. Fuck, how I loved the softness of his hair. We break apart for a kiss and stare at each other's eyes, dumbfounded. We kiss again except this time it wasn't as desperate. It was softer, a kiss only Luka could make amazing. Luka had thin lips but made up for it with the way he kissed. I wanted to kiss him more, I wanted more from Luka so I kissed him harsher. Then he broke apart the kiss, clearly taken aback from it.

My heart stopped, "I... I'm sorry-!" He cut me off by kissing me harsher than I did and I loved every second of his harshness. I began feeling his neck, his back, his chest and pushed myself closer to him as every second that passed it became hotter.

We broke the make-out apart. Our flushed faces appreciated the cool night breeze. We keep wrapped around each other. "I think we should get back inside."

I listened to his pounding heart through his chest. "Not yet, clown boy."

"Whatever you say, love."

#fictober19 #miraculous ladybug #luka couffaine #luka couffaine x reader #luka x reader #fictober19 day 1

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kibuto · 4 years

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Fictober 2019 - Prompt 31

Prompt: 31. Scared, me? Fanfiction: Dragon Age 2 Characters/Pairings: FenHawke (Garrett Hawke and Fenris) Warnings: None

"Fenris!"

Fenris immediately threw his book aside at the panicked tone of Hawke's yell. It went flying off the roof and down into the courtyard, but Fenris couldn't be bothered to care where it landed. He scrambled down from the roof to the walkway and burst through the door of their shared Skyhold quarters.

"What's wrong?" he demanded, already reaching for the massive sword he'd left leaning on the wall just inside the room.

Hawke was not a small man. He had considerable muscle considering his true strength lay in magic, which combined with his height and the sheer force of his personality made him seem like a giant. It was strange indeed to see him curled up small and wedged down between the bed and the wall. Fenris hefted the sword and scanned the room for whatever the threat could be.

"It's up there," Hawke finally said, pointing to the far corner. "Can you get a handkerchief or a shoe or something?"

The adrenaline that had been thrumming through Fenris abruptly subsided and he scowled. "Hawke." The sword was returned to its place of rest and its elven owner crossed his arms. "Please tell me you didn't just interrupt my peaceful afternoon in order to have me kill a spider for you."

"What? No, no, of course not." Hawke forced a laugh, waving his hand as if to chase away a fly. "I would never do such a thing. But since you're here I don't suppose you'd be willing to lend a hand?"

The gesture of pinching the bridge of his nose and then rubbing his eyes was one that Fenris had picked up from Aveline. According to her, she usually did it while counting to ten as a way to calm herself whenever Hawke did something absurd. "Fine."

Fenris stormed over to the indicated corner and scaled the table in order to get up high enough to see. Sure enough, there was a spider roughly the size of an Orlesian caprice coin crouched and staring from the relative safety of the ceiling. With a roll of his eyes as accompaniment, Fenris simply reached up and coaxed the arachnid into the palm of one hand. Behind him, he heard Hawke's strangled gasp of horror and had to bite his lip not to grin.

"Is this really what has you so scared?" Fenris asked casually, hopping down off the table while the spider scuttled over one hand and onto the other that he quickly set in front of it. He had to do it multiple times as he sauntered back toward Hawke, who looked like he was attempting to meld with the stone of the wall and ultimately pass through it. "It's just a little spider."

"Scared?" Hawke echoed, his voice breaking into a squeak. "Me? Perish the thought." As Fenris got closer, his voice wasn't the only thing to break. "GET THAT THING AWAY FROM ME!"

Fenris couldn't help it. He laughed. "Of course you aren't scared. Silly me." He turned on his heel and escorted the spider out the door, releasing it onto the branch of a nearby tree. Brushing the webbing off on his trousers, he returned to where Hawke was sitting with his head buried in his hands.

"Don't worry. You know I'll always keep you safe from the big, bad spiders," Fenris promised.

#Dragon Age #fictober19 #Fictober2019 #FenHawke #Fenris #Garrett Hawke #THERE #I FINISHED #8 months after the fact #but at least it's done #also I'm legit kind of proud of this one #it amused me at least

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garbage-tozier · 5 years

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nightmares - s.u. (fictober!)

prompt number: 20 - “you could talk about it, you know?”

fandom: it (stan uris x reader)

rating: e for everyone

warnings: uhhh no

word count: 1.4k

a/n: boy do i love stanley uris.

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you ran your fingers lazily through the curls of the boy who was currently resting contently with his head in your lap. he hummed quietly as you did, a faint smile teasing the corners his lips. your other hand was entwined with his, resting at your side.

it was somewhere near midnight, and you were absolutely exhausted, but right then, none of that mattered. all you cared about in that moment was making sure that stanley uris felt safe, and loved, and happy.

~a while earlier~

you'd woken up from a peaceful sleep to a furious storm thrashing outside your house- rain crashed down on your roof, and from what you could see through your bedroom window, it wasn't stopping anytime soon.

as soon as you'd woken up, you knew that there was already a slim chance of you getting back to sleep. throw a thunderstorm into the mix? now, there was just no hope for you.

you let out a weary sigh, turning over in your bed so that you were facing away from your window. however unlikely your goal, there would be no harm in at least attempting to get some sleep. you squeezed your eyes shut, hoping for the best.

much to your distaste, the storm continued to rage on outside your window. you silently begged your ears to tune it out, but soon gave up, figuring it was no use. wait- was that the storm?

you'd thought you heard a knocking sound on your window. you looked behind you, in the direction of the window, waiting to hear it again. when the sound didn't return, you figured it was just your imagination, and laid back down.

knock knock.

there it was again! you propped yourself up on your elbows, squinting through the darkness and towards your window. "better not be that damn clown," you mumbled before throwing your covers aside and standing up.

you crept slowly through the dark, half of you expecting to see the bug-eyed face of pennywise the dancing clown staring back at you. however, once you did reach your window, you were met with a different surprise.

when stan saw you, his face lit up. he was positively drenched, and it was hard to see him through the downpour, but you could spot those curls from a mile away.

you opened your window, completely ignoring the vicious weather. "stan? hold on- go to the back door, i'll be there in a second,"

he nodded, and you closed your window. you worked briskly to mop up the puddle that had collected under the window, using some clothes that had been discarded on your bedroom floor.

then, as quickly and quietly as you could, you slunk out of your room, and down the hallway to your kitchen. after a moment of rummaging in one of the drawers, you found a flashlight. you turned it on, just to check that it was working, and then turned it back off. hurriedly, you tiptoed through your house, and finally opened the back door.

you shone your flashlight directly into your friends face, causing his hand to fly up. "hey!"

"sorry, stanny," you said, pointing it down a bit. "i didn't know you were standing there." you turned off the flashlight and motioned for him to come in.

"but i'll get water all over your-"

"relax, stan," you smiled, pulling him in by his arm. "i'll make up some excuse to tell my parents,"

the boy followed you as you returned the flashlight to its drawer before heading back to your bedroom.

once you closed your door, turned your bedroom light on, and got stan a blanket. you thrust it toward him, waiting for him to reach out and take it.

he shook his head, accidentally sending water flying. "i'll get it wet!" he pushed the blanket away, but you forced your hand back.

"but it'll get you dry!" you dropped the blanket in his arms, turning around and walking away from him. he wrapped himself in the blanket, however begrudgingly, as you flopped down on your bed.

you watched him carefully. you thought his eyes looked a bit red, but under your dim bedroom light, combined with the fact that he was already soaking wet from the rain, you couldn't tell if he's been crying or not. what you could see, though, was his facial expression. he looked sad as hell, and scared, for that matter.

"you could talk about it, you know?" you said softly, throwing him a smile. he looked up from the ground to meet your gaze. now you could clearly see the tears streaming from his eyes.

"it was awful," his voice shook as he spoke. "it was a nightmare. i was in the neibolt house- alone- and the door of the room i was in slammed closed behind me. it felt so real," you gestured for him to come sit next to you on your bed. "no, i'll get water all over your-"

"stanley uris, no one fucking cares about a tiny little wet spot! i wouldn't mind it, i promise! i just want you to sit next to me!" he looked surprised, but complied. "keep going,"

"i, um-" he coughed a little bit, looking down. "it wasn't the lady from the painting." you made a face. that portrait was the signature thing pennywise used for stan. there was a special thing it used to torture all of you, and for stan, it was the painting. why would it switch up on him, but not on any of you?

"then what was it?" you asked, your brows knitting themselves together. "why would it change? do you think it changed for anyone els-"

"it was you." stan said quickly, looking down at his feet. you tried to say something but the words wouldn't come out. you? it was you?

you took a deep breath, taking another shot at speaking. "stan, i don't-"

"it's because i love you, okay?" he had finally decided to look at you again, but your eyes were glazing over quickly. he loved-? no, no, that couldn't be right.

you let out an awkward laugh, rubbing your eyes with your fingers. "sorry, stanny, i guess i'm still half asleep or something. i thought you said you-"

"i love you." he said again, more clearly. he straightened his spine so that he was sitting entirely upright. he was a lot more audacious with it this time, adding a little nod at the end. now there was no denying it- you'd heard correctly. you wanted to respond, but your brain had frozen. you couldn't think of anything; stan's word replayed over and over again in your brain, obstructing your train of thought.

"you don't have to say anything, i know you don't like me back," he muttered, after a while, looking away from you.

no! no! you did, you did, you did! of course you liked stan! you loved stan! you'd loved him since the two of you were little kids! you loved stanley uris with every fiber in your being, and you wanted to scream it from the hilltops! despite your very passionate feelings on the issue, no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't make a single sound.

you reached out and grabbed his hand, in a desperate attempt to communicate. he looked back at you, confused. you continued to try to talk, but, once again, nothing was coming out.

“okay, this is getting sort of old,” you thought, rolling your eyes internally. “fine then. don't talk,” you were done fighting with yourself. besides, you'd found a work around. you closed your eyes, and started to lean in.

all at once, your lips were pressed on his, the tips of your noses rubbing together as you tried to navigate the kiss. when the two of you finally broke apart, stan's cheeks were flushed.

"i love you too, stan," you mumbled, grinning widely as you allowed your head to come to rest on his shoulder.

you weren't really sure what had happened after that, but somehow, the two of you ended in the position you were in now: his head laying in your lap, your fingers laced through his curls.

the room was silent, but the air was not tense or awkward. it was more of a tranquil, relaxed quiet than a silence; just two soft presences, enjoying one another's company.

"stan?" you said quietly. no reply came. you grinned at him, watching lovingly as he breathed. he'd finally gotten to sleep, and so far, as far as you could tell, wasn't heading for nightmares.

you stared at him as he slept, overwhelmed with the joys of the night. "you have my heart, stanley uris," you whispered into the darkness.

"i know," he replied, startling you. so he wasn't asleep! he smiled lightly towards you, his eyes still closed. "and you have mine,"

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midnightmorales · 5 years

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sitting out - f.f. (fictober!)

prompt number: one - "it will be fun, trust me."

fandom: shazam (freddy freeman × reader)

rating: e for everyone!

warnings: i don't think there's anything

word count: 2.1k

(i'm considering writing a part two to this, hopefully i'll get around to it!)

@delightfullyspeedyearthquake hope you enjoy it! 💕

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"are you sure it's safe?" you asked your best friend as you peered down the side of her house through her bedroom window.

"of course," cassie said, moving you over to stand next to you. "i've done it millions of times."

you turned to face her, raising your eyebrow. "what? my parents never let me do anything." she moved, flopping down to sit on her bed. "sneaking out is really the only option,"

"we don't even like katy," you said, sitting beside her on her bed. "why are we going through all this just to go to her party?"

cassie laughed, allowing herself to fall back on her bed. "duh! she's the most popular girl at school. she invited us. if we don't come, everyone's gonna think we're lame,"

"i guess," you said, standing. you moved back towards her window, gazing through it once more. it wasn't that far down.

"come on, y/n," cassie urged you. she was still laying down, staring up at the ceiling. "it will be fun, trust me."

you took one last good look through the window before turning to face your friend. "fine," you sighed. "you're going first though."

"what?!" she said, bolting upright.

"it's your house!" you cried, gesturing to the walls surrounding you. "and you're the experienced one!" she rolled her eyes, staring at the ground for the moment.

"fine," she said finally, standing up from her position on her bed. "but you're knocking on katy's door when we get there."

"deal," you said, stepping away from the window.

you watched as she slowly climbed out, shuffling down the window sill. she grabbed onto the drainage pipe, and slid down it with ease. "now you!" she whisper-yelled from the ground.

you were sweating profusely, but you were determined to be brave. you copied your friend's moves exactly, making your way down the window sill and towards the pipe the same way she had.

you were just starting to feel confident in yourself, when your hand slid from the pipe. your heart dropped.

your fall to the ground wasn't too painful- seeing as you blacked out. when you finally came to, you were laying on your back in a hospital bed. everything ached.

slowly, you opened your eyes to see cassie and her parents by your bedside.

"mom, she's up-" cassie said, tugging her mother's sleeve.

"oh-" her mom spun to face you. "y/n, love, what were you thinking? sneaking out? for cassie, the isn't unusual." you noticed your friend rolling her eyes from her position behind her mother. "but you? i expect better from you, dear."

"i'm sorry," you said, staring down. that's when you noticed your arm. your eyes went wide, and your other arm flung up to touch the cast. all you could do from there was stare in horror.

"you broke your arm," cassie supplied. her mother threw her an angry look and gestured for her to sit down.

"your parents are on their way, sweetie. there's just a few more things to take care of here, and then you'll be home."

you gave her your 'you-are-an-adult-and-i-have-to-be nice-to-you' smile, while trying your best not to cry.

you had things to do! a life to live! how could you ever go on with a broken arm?! Surely, you thought, this was the end.

a few doctors came in and out before your parents arrived to discharge you. during the drive home, you all sat silently in the car. though you much preferred the silence to screaming, you knew your parents were livid, and were not eager for the scolding you'd receive when you got home.

as soon as your mom shut the front door, you expected the two of your parents to start yelling their lungs off at you, but they didn't. instead, your mother silently held out her hand. you instinctively placed your phone there, staring down at the floor.

you made your way to your room, where you could finally cry in private. all you wanted was to bury your face in your hands, but you couldn't even do that with your stupid cast!

you sobbed into your pillow for a good hour of two, before finally deciding it was time to put on your pajamas again and try to fall asleep.

you almost began to cry again, as you found that changing your clothes was a challenge now.

eventually, you got your sleeve over your cast, and got into bed. needless to say, you got no sleep that night.

you spent the entire night tossing and turning in your bed, trying to find the most comfortable position, only to end up crying 'til daylight.

you lifted your head from the pillow that was now soaked with your tears, staring at your ringing alarm clock blankly.

you let your head drop back down, groaning into your pillow. you knew that there was no way in hell your mom was letting you stay home from school, so you didn't bother asking. you merely pulled yourself out of bed, and began to get ready.

everything took a bit longer than usual, due to your injury, but you managed to get yourself out of the door on time.

as you walked, you kept your eyes focused on the ground before you, praying that no one would try to talk to you.

"y/n!" you heard. your head shot up to meet the eyes of the person who'd called your name.

oh god.

katy.

"so you weren't at my party last- omg! you broke your arm?!? wait, when? and, like, how?"

you sighed, not exactly eager to tell her the truth. "cassie and i were messing around by her window, and somehow i fell through," you lied.

"oh, you poor thing!" katy cried, giving you a one armed hug.

it wasn't that katy was rude, or snobby; on the contrary- she was actually kind of a nice person. there was just... something about her- maybe it was the way she talked, or the people she hung around- that made her so unlikable. or maybe it was her incredible ability to point out everything wrong in a situation.

"yeah," you mumbled.

"oh! you're going to have to sit out of gym! and it's your left arm, so you won't even be able to get out of school!"

there it was.

you frowned at the ground. you honestly hadn't thought of any of that. "you're right..." you looked up at the girl beside you. she looked genuinely upset over your broken arm. "hey, katy?"

"yeah?"

"sorry we couldn't make it to-"

"don't even! you arm is broken, y/n! you don't have anything to apologize for, and neither does cassie." you looked at her, confused.

"but, when you came up to me-"

"i was going to give you this," she interrupted. she stopped walking, and took her backpack off of her shoulders. she unzipped it, and pulled out a small cutesy gift bag. "everyone got one at the party, and since you two didn't come, i thought i could bring them to you at school."

you stared at the gift as she handed it to you. katy was a good person. "t-thanks," you smiled.

the two of you walked the rest of the way to school side by side. while nothing was said after the gift bag exchange, you still felt like you'd seen the girl in a new light.

you walked into the school, each of you placing your bags in the check area. "bye," you said to katy, grabbing your bag and heading for your homeroom.

you opened your locker alright, and almost even forgot about your broken arm. however, as you walked into homeroom, your teacher just had to remind you.

"y/n! now how did you do that?" the older woman pointed to your cast.

"i fell," you mumbled, making a beeline for your seat. but once you got there, you realized that someone else was sitting in it.

"billy, you can't just sit wherever, that's someone else's-" the boy who sat next to you stopped talking, staring up at you. "i'm sorry, i told him that someone already sat there, but he wouldn't move, and- hey, wait, did you break your arm?"

jeez, that kid could talk. "uh... yeah. a little." despite sitting next to this kid, you hadn't previously had any interactions. you didn't even know his name.

you stared expectantly at the boy in your seat. "billy!" the other boy whisper-yelled. billy rolled his eyes and stood up.

you smiled, sitting down just as the bell rang. you heard a laugh from behind you, and you knew it could only be the boy who'd been sitting in your seat.

you rolled your eyes, standing back up and scooping all your books into your one arm. you glanced over at the boy who sat next to you, and saw him grab a crutch from the side of his seat. huh. you hadn't noticed that.

"hey," you said, rushing after him as he left the classroom. "thanks, by the way,"

he shrugged. "no problem. he's my brother, so,"

"really?" you asked. damn! you couldn't remember ever seeing that boy's face in your life, and suddenly he'd been in your homeroom all this time?

"foster," he added. "he moved in a day ago,"

phew! you weren't as bad a person as you thought. nevertheless, you still didn't know this boy's name.

"so, uh," you paused, collecting every bit of courage in your body. this was going to be embarrassing. "what's your name again?"

he flashed you a half-smile, almost sadly, as if he'd been expecting this. "freddy freeman."

"oh," you said. that wasn't so bad, you told yourself. you'd gotten through it, and you didn't feel like an awful person. "i'm-"

"y/n l/n," he interjected, turning to walk into a classroom. "i know. we've sat next to each other for six months."

there, he left you, standing in the middle of the hall, absolutely speechless. you couldn't believe what he had just said. six months? and you STILL didn't know his name??? what kind of a person where you!?

as you were contemplating where you stood morally, you heard the bell ring. "shit!" you muttered, racing down the hall.

almost the entire day went by, and you couldn't think about anything but what freddy had said to you. during lunch and each of your classes, his words played on repeat in your brain; worst of all- you still hadn't been able to think of anything that would justify you not knowing his name.

"miss l/n, are you still with us?" mr. dowry said, tapping your desk lightly with his pointer finger.

"i- uh, yeah. sorry,"

he smiled. "good." he walked back to the front of the room. you saw him open his mouth, but as soon as he began to speak again, you just heard freddy, over and over again.

"we've sat next to each other for six months."

"...six months."

the bell rang, snapping you out of your trance.

"and, ladies and gentleman, that is why you should go to the dentist every six months! go to gym!" mr. dowry said, dismissing you and the sixteen other kids in your class.

gym was the last period of the day. and since the entire grade all had the same gym period, you knew you'd be able to talk to freddy.

you rushed to gym class as best you could- what with all the hallway traffic. you ran straight into the locker room, before remembering your arm.

"goddammit!" you muttered. in your hurry to talk to freddy, you'd forgotten all about your stupid arm! you hung your head, beginning the death walk for the bleachers.

"y/n!" you heard someone say. you looked up to see freddy smiling from the bleachers, motioning for you to for next to him.

once again, this boy left you frozen, unable to say anything. his disability had completely slipped your mind!

suddenly, you heard your gym teacher's whistle blow. you quickly snapped out of your dumbstruck state, and joined freddy on the bleachers.

"you okay?" he asked as you sit down. "you kinda froze up over there,"

shit, he noticed. "yeah," you laughed awkwardly, trying to play it off. "i'm fine though,"

he nodded.

an uncomfortable silence filled the air after your words. "maybe," you thought. "this would be a good time to make my apology,"

you took a deep breath, but just before you began to speak, freddy stopped you.

"look, you don't have to apologize for this morning. it's okay." you tried to speak here, but he cut you off again. "i'm used to it, y/n. people don't really pay attention to me," he stared at the floor.

"well..." you struggled to find the right words. "i... i'm paying attention now," he looked up at you, beaming, pure light pouring out of his eyes. he was honestly kinda cute. "tell me about yourself, freddy freeman. i'm all ears,"

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aviesnapkindoodles · 5 years

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Swear Jar

Inktober Prompt: 3

Fanfiction

Rating: 13+

Warnings/Triggers: hockey, swearing, slight gayness/implied inappropriateness, i mean the title is ‘Swear Jar’ but theres no legit cuss words?

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"Now? Now you listen to me??" Roman yelled at Remus, who was running around the locker room with his lime-green clipboard.

The chaotic hockey player was currently making a list of all the times his brother had sworn in the past week.

Remus currently was being, as Virgil had called him, "a little snitch-b**ch".

The tale behind that was Remus dared Virgil to have a creative swear off, in which Remus was just recording Virgil swear to send to Patton. (It cost Virgil ten bucks and Remus being hit in the face with a burrito. Long story.)

"You never pay attention to anything I say, but now all you seem to hear is me yelling 'Motherfu-"

"That'll make your total for this week a dastardly sixty-five!" Remus giggled and passed the clipboard to Patton, who had just walked in through the door.

Roman cursed the Gods. How could he not have seen Patton standing in the locker room doorway, arms folded and his curls slicked down with after-game sweat?

"That'll be sixteen dollars and thirty cents Roman!" Patton chirped from the other side of the locker room, tallying up the swear words.

"I didn't-"

"You heard him, dear brother, now that will be sixteen buckaroos and thirty cents," Remus poked Roman in the shoulder, wiggling the Swear Jar in front of his face.

It was a large Cheeto-container size jar, about halfway full of twenty-dollar bills, quarters, and one post-it note with IOU scribbled on it. Black, purple, gray, and white tape was wrapped around it, and Remus had decorated with a plethora of cuss words.

Patton nodded at Roman, who groaned, "Remus that can't be right-"

"Would you like me to read them all back to you?" He giggled and cleared his throat, "Fu-"

"-dgesicles!" Patton interrupted and shot a look at Roman. "That will be sixteen dollars and thirty cents. In the jar, please. And that goes for you too, Remus."

"But Paaaattoooon-" Roman whined, leaning against his locker.

"No buts. Today is the day to pay up, so swear money in the jar please." Patton sighed, gesturing to the decorated jar that was laying on the bench.

Remus grinned, "Come on twin, you would think it would be easy to put it in since you had no problem putting your co-"

"-lossal nose in other people's business," Logan finished monotonously from his position against the wall.

"How was the interview?" Patton asked, taking Logan's helmet and placing it in the goalie's locker.

"Adequate, I suppose. I was trying to remind the press of the charity drive happening in the building tomorrow as you suggested, but all they were focused on was Virgil and Dee whacking each other in the background while I was attempting to answer questions."

Remus snickered, "Sounds like fun for you then, Grim Reaper."

The goalie rolled his eyes, "Virgil calls me that one time on camera, and now that is the name in which I am referred to by the college sports podcast."

"At least they talk about you on the podcast," Roman huffed, ruffling his hair, "The only time they talk about me is when there's a new meme of me looking like an eldritch witch on the ice."

Patton giggled, and held out the jar, "Alrighty Eldritch Witch, pay up."

"Fine Patton-cake," he flung open his locker and grabbed a twenty, "Here you go, keep the change for next week."

Logan took the jar from his hands and inspected the sides closely, shaking it from side to side.

"What're ya doing there Lo?"

"Inspecting the amount of money generated over the past two weeks by our team's love of cursing and Coach Thomas' wish for us to cease."

Roman blinked. "What?"

"I am figuring out how much money is in the jar. By my estimation, approximately three hundred fifty-five dollars and seventy-two cents."

"Wow. At least we know we have enough money to buy chicken nuggets," Patton grinned, elbowing Logan. "Huh? Huh? Get it?"

They all groaned, and Roman couldn't help but feel that even though he did have to pay twenty dollars for saying 'darn', he would pay a thousand more just to see his team as happy as it was right then.

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A Fictober for my lovely adopted mom’s hockey au (@illogicallyinclined). Written by Cas, forgive me for my writing sins.

#fictober19 #day 3 #OOPS ITS LATE #@illogicallyinclined #hockey au #yeet i love my mom #sanders sides #logan sanders #remus #talks about cursing #doesnt actually swear???#@demigodbookdragon #@casvian13 #fanfiction #thomas sanders #roman sanders #soft boi hours #hockey

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roses-at-moonrise · 5 years

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Fictober 2019, Prompt 14 — “Hey Moon, Please Forget to Fall Down”

Prompt #14 - “I can’t come back.”

Fandom: Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug & Chat Noir

Rating: General audiences

Warnings: none

Characters: Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Chat Noir

Ships: Marichat

Notes

Title for this is a line from the song “Northern Downpour” by Panic! At the Disco. I’ve loved the song for a long time, and I thought that line fit perfectly with the story I created in my head. I might use other lines from that song for future fics this month. You should really give it a listen real quick :)

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All Adrien had to do was patrol at night. Once a week maybe. Twice at most. Make sure everyone in Paris is safe, and to get to battling an akuma before half of Paris is destroyed, or something.

This was supposed to be easy, especially if nothing ever happened.

But he couldn’t help himself from patrolling his way to Marinette’s—almost every night.

Sometimes she wouldn’t be there, and he’d move along. Usually when he wasn’t talking to Marinette, Ladybug would show up at some point and they’d be able to spend some time together, though she always remained aloof in conversations. Other times, though, he’d spend the night alone, wandering through the streets of Paris until he couldn’t take his loneliness any longer and would head home.

And that’s what made talking to Marinette at night so addictive. Having a companion in general was nice, yes, but the fact that it was her made it all the more special.

He knew it was dangerous to spend time with her as his superhero alter ego, considering he saw her every day at school. There were also times he nearly slipped up and said something that would’ve for sure revealed his identity. He justified keeping up on regular visits by telling himself that he was getting better at hiding his civilian life from her.

Besides, there was something so beautifully intimate about looking up at the stars with her, watching her fingers dance along the sky as she pointed out constellations to him, never really seeing them until she got really close to him and drew them out with her finger so he could see. There was even the time when he visited her balcony at nearly three in the morning because she had gushed to him the night before about a total lunar eclipse taking place. He was more than happy to see something so incredible, with someone so incredible.

He found himself wishing the days would go by faster, getting out of his scheduled daytime life so he could spend the late hours as Chat Noir. Or rather, spending the late hours with Marinette on her balcony. Looking at stars, reading to each other, telling stories and jokes. She would talk about her day and he would listen in awe. She’d mention her good friend Adrien, and Chat would have to suppress a blush.

Love comes softly. Fear does not.

Adrien woke up suddenly in the middle of the night, his heart pounding in his chest. He ripped the blankets off of him to try to cool down. He read 1:18 on his bedside clock, and only then did he notice the tear streams down his cheeks.

He had cried in his nightmare too.

He’d watched Marinette get held hostage by Hawkmoth, whose evil laugh echoed through his dream world. She had screamed his name, but he couldn’t move. She had begged and pleaded for him to help her, but he couldn’t do anything. Hawkmoth had laughed, and a black butterfly hovered above Marinette before darting toward her, only a second before he finally woke up.

Plagg was able to help him calm down, but Adrien finally blurted out a thought that should’ve come to mind a long time ago.

“Hawkmoth could use her against me,” he said, “and I wouldn’t be strong enough to stop it.”

Adrien called on his transformation after a few minutes of silence. He knew what he had to do, and he couldn’t think about it any longer.

He made his way on the familiar route to Marinette’s, stopping when he saw her in the distance.

His heart fell. He wished it was one of those nights where she actually went to bed at a decent hour.

No, he assured himself. I have to do this now.

He greeted his friend by hopping onto her balcony, but stopping himself from stepping closer to her. She looked up from her book and beamed.

“I wasn’t sure I’d see you tonight,” she said. “I was about to go inside.”

Chat gave a weak smile in response. Marinette, ever observant as she was, noticed he wasn’t himself. She stood up and walked over to him, his heart pounding faster with every step she took.

“What’s wrong?”

He couldn’t take it anymore. He hadn’t recovered from the nightmare yet—it felt like he was still in it. Tears pooled in his eyes, pouring out when he blinked. Marinette’s expression turned from a little worried to extremely concerned. It wasn’t the first time he’d gotten emotional in front of her, so she pulled him into a tight hug, burying his face into her neck.

Marinette took deep breaths, and Chat tried to synchronize his own with them.

But he pulled back abruptly, causing the girl in his arms to stare at him quizzically.

“I can’t come back,” he finally confessed.

She didn’t react for a few seconds, until she muttered a weak “oh.”

“I’m sorry,” he whimpered. “I realized I’ve been putting you in danger, and... I can’t do that anymore. It would destroy me if something happened to you because Hawkmoth found out how much I care about you.” He took a deep breath, trying to compose himself. “It took a nightmare for me to realize it, one that felt very real. Please don’t hate me, Marinette.”

Marinette nodded ever so slightly, still processing everything he said. Finally, after an agonizing amount of time for Chat Noir, she smiled softly at him.

He loved that smile.

“Of course I don’t hate you,” she said. “I understand. We’ll no doubt see each other again soon, anyway.” She flushed a bit, but talked through it. “Th-the truth is... I don’t feel like I’m in danger, but I don’t want you to feel like you’re putting me in any. It’s okay if you can’t visit me at night anymore, but... please don’t forget about me.”

Chat smiled, for real this time, and leaned in slowly. Marinette could feel herself turning pink as he got closer. He stopped, for just a second, before moving to her right and placing a soft kiss on her cheek. When the few seconds of bliss was over, he moved his lips to her ear.

He whispered softly, “I could never forget you.”

“Good,” she said. “Now, if this is our last night together, we’re stargazing.”

The two of them stood side by side, her right arm wrapped around him, and his left arm wrapped around her. This time, Chat pointed out constellations and drew them out with his finger. Sometimes Marinette had to move his hand to another point in the sky if he was way off, and he would pretend that’s where he was going anyway. Her laughing only reinforced this charade.

Maybe, Chat Noir hoped, just once, the moon would forget to fall down tonight.

#fictober19 #miraculous #marichat #ml one shot #marinette dupain cheng #chat noir #marichat fluff #slight angst #mostly fluff #my fic

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"I might just kiss you"

Fandom: Magic Kaito Characters: Hakuba Saguru, Kuroba Kaito Ships: Hakuba Saguru/Kuroba Kaito, Hakuba Saguru & Kuroba Kaito Summary: Hakuba's got him cornered. He has to figure a way out of this.

Series: 1 of omake verse

Day 5 of fictober19

(this is my backdated archiving things post)

#hakuba saguru #kuroba kaito #hakukai #magic kaito #sagukai #dcmk #my fic

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Fictober Day 20: You could talk about it, you know?

Finally alone in her room, Marinette settled herself at her desk with a pad of paper and her favorite pink pen. Tikki watched her from nearby, quietly making her way through a whole plate of chocolate chip cookies, but Marinette was oblivious to her kwami’s eyes as she began scribbling away and talking to herself.

“Number one, the fact that Chat and Adrien are the same height and look to be the same weight, plus they both have blond hair and green eyes...” Marinette mumbled. She hadn’t said as much that day, but thanks to Mister Bug, she knew for sure now that Chat’s eyes were green.

Of course, there were loads of boys in Paris with blond hair, green eyes, and a similiar height and build to Chat Noir. That didn’t necessarily mean anything. Marinette scrunched her nose up, but left it on the list all the same.

“Number two,” she continued. “Chat got a girlfriend at the exact same time that Adrien asked me to be his girlfriend. He also started dating his girlfriend right when Adrien and I started dating. And he kissed his girlfriend on the same day that Adrien first kissed me.” That was one was a bit more damning, she thought. It could still be a coincidence, though.

“Number three, they both love puns.” She tapped her pen against her lips and thought back to their first date. Adrien’s excitement when she’d started punning back had been adorable. It was similar to how Chat reacted whenever Ladybug reciprocated with puns. Definitely stayed on the list.

She hummed to herself, then nodded and wrote down the next. “Number four, Adrien is always missing during akuma attacks. I never noticed before because I was so busy running away myself, but that’s twice now that an akuma has attacked while we were together. Most people don’t hide separately during akuma attacks.”

Did they? Marinette paused at that, realizing that she didn’t really know. Maybe it was normal for people to find their own hiding places? To make themselves less of a target? She stared doubtfully at her paper. Maybe she should cross that one off if she didn’t know for sure.

“Keep going, Marinette. Don’t get stuck dwelling on unlikely things,” Tikki said gently.

Marinette looked over at her, startled. “What? Oh, yeah. You’re right. Okay. Number five, then. Adrien doesn’t think much of Chat, and we all know Chat has self-esteem issues...” She leaned her chin on her hand. “Gosh, I wish he could see how great he is.”

Thinking about that moment also made her remember Adrien admitting to liking Ladybug. Marinette’s cheeks warmed as she hastily added that as number six. It gave her hope that maybe Chat hadn’t fallen out of love with her completely. Maybe, like her, he liked what he thought were two different girls and had gone with the one who seemed to like him back.

“Okay, number seven,” she said.

“Wait, what about number six?” Tikki said, sounding far too amused.

“Number six is personal,” Marinette mumbled. “So, number seven. Chat said he asked out his girlfriend after his best friend told him that this girl had a crush on him. That sounds exactly like something Nino would do. Everyone knows I’ve had a crush on Adrien for forever, except Adrien. And it would explain why Adrien suddenly asked me out.”

“Do you really think Nino would do that?” Tikki asked.

“Not intentionally, but without thinking? Absolutely,” Marinette said with a sigh. Really, she’d been lucky that Adrien had remained oblivious for as long as he had.

“Makes sense,” Tikki said. “So... number eight?”

“Number eight...” Marinette bit her lip, then said, “After I got upset, Chat said he’d figure out a nickname to call his girlfriend to, I dunno, make things even. Then Adrien called me ‘ma belle’ earlier today.” She blushed again and doodled a small cat in the corner of her sheet. “I’ve never heard Adrien use a nickname for anyone before, but Chat uses them all the time for people he cares about.”

Tikki giggled. “That is such a cute nickname.”

“Right? It’s totally Adrien. Totally Chat.” Marinette smiled to herself. “Okay, number nine then. You said it was a good thing that Lila chose Chat Noir to lie about.” She swung around to narrow her eyes at Tikki. “Was that because Adrien knew Chat couldn’t have been kissing me, since he is Chat?”

“Whoa, leave me out of this!” Tikki said quickly, holding her paws up. “I can neither confirm nor deny anything.”

“Uh huh,” Marinette said skeptically. “Because Adrien said the same thing to me a few minutes later. He blamed it on the fact that everyone knows Chat is in love with Ladybug, but...” She eyed her kwami suspiciously.

“Let’s move on to number ten,” Tikki said hastily.

“Don’t think you’re getting out of this,” Marinette warned, but obligingly moved on. “Number ten. I told Adrien I was going home. Then, when I met up with Chat like five minutes later, he told me Marinette was going home.”

She drummed her fingers on the desk. “In fact... that whole conversation was a disaster. Chat had already guessed that the akuma would be Lila, and he knew she’d be after me and Adrien, even though only the people in our classroom knew what had happened.”

“You also told Chat that you knew Adrien was at his mansion, even though only Marinette would’ve known that,” Tikki said helpfully.

Marinette slapped her forehead. “Oh shit, I did say that even though Ladybug shouldn’t have known.”

Tikki finally abandoned the plate of half-eaten cookies and flew over to Marinette’s desk to look at the list. “Then you’ve got number eleven.”

“The fact that Chat said this whole fight was his fault. Adrien must feel bad about what he said to Alya, even though he was right,” Marinette said softly, writing it down.

They both looked at the list. When put all together like that, Marinette realized that it really was a damning list of evidence. One or two could be a coincidence. But eleven reasons? Not to mention how many more there probably were that she’d either forgotten about, or hadn’t thought enough of at the time for it to make an impact.

“And then there’s number twelve,” she said.

“Number twelve?” Tikki said. “You mean the fact that Adrien got here before you, even though he said he was going home?”

“Nope. The fact that they both make me feel the same way,” Marinette said, smiling fondly. “Tikki, please tell me the truth. Are Adrien and Chat the same person?”

Tikki looked at her very seriously. “Do you want them to be?”

It was a fair question. Two years ago, Marinette would’ve flipped out at the mere thought. But she was older now, and more experienced. She knew where she stood with Chat, and she and Adrien were much closer than they had ever been before. There was only one more thing that would make this perfect. She knew what her heart wanted.

“Yes, I do,” Marinette said firmly.

“Then you could talk about it, you know? With Adrien,” Tikki said. “I think you should.”

That was as much fo a yes as she was going to get, Marinette realized. Her heart racing with excitement, she grinned. “You know what, I think I will.”

#fictober19 #marinette dupain-cheng #tikki #pre reveal #figuring things out #about time lmao #oblivious kids indeed #miraculous ladybug

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nobeliumoxygenoxygenmisc · 5 years

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Kagaminette || Might just kiss you

For fictober event @fictober-event

Prompt number: 5 “I might just kiss you.” Fandom (AU if applicable): Miraculous ladybug Rating: General Warnings/Tags/Ships: None, Kagami x Marinette

One little comment during a study session leads to Marinette’s internal panic and the eventual realisation of who she truly likes now. (1k words)

"Marinette, why do you do that when you're concentrating?"

Marinette jumped, the pen she had been using rattling to the edge of the desk they were studying on. The sound was jarringly loud in the quiet library. She looked at Kagami in confusion. "Do... what?" She asked, wondering if she should prepare herself for something that bordered on blunt and rude; with Kagami, it was always a surprise but she knew that the girl was trying her hardest to work on her conversational skills.

Kagami paused, deliberate and thoughtful in the second before she answered. She was always thinking before she spoke, something Marinette wish she could do; she didn't have the patience or ability to think before she spoke, sometimes... most of the time. Whenever she was with Kagami, that lack of ability stood out more often than not; something about her made her spill and mix words in almost in the same fashion she knew she did with Adrien. "You stick your tongue out when you concentrate really hard." Kagami cocked her head to the side. "It's... distracting."

Marinette blinked. "It-it is? Oh." She took a few moments to register her sentence. She'd never really noticed she stuck her tongue out, but thinking back--she did. What a discovery! What a discovery, she thought, flushing. She must have looked so stupid half the time, oh why hadn't Alya said anything? Or her mum, or dad? Or Tikki? And... it was distracting?

Oh, yes, because she looked so stupid doing it, of course. Great. Another thing she could add to her list of why Kagami-would-never-like-her.

She flushed deeper. "Ko-korry Kagami--ah, I mean! Sorry Kagami! I'll try to-to stop doing it from now on," She said, mentally berating herself for mixing her words up again. She still hadn't been able to figure out just why she fumbled her words around Kagami, especially now that their time of misunderstandings was over.

And recently, Kagami's blunt comments had become more positive. A "you look cute in that dress" here, a "that design is very good" there, and Marinette wondered if she even knew about the effect her compliments gave her. To hear them from the Ice Queen herself--not that Kagami really was an Ice Queen--, they had to mean something after all.

Kagami shook her head. "I'm sorry. That was rude. It's not... a bad thing." She paused again, this time heavy with thought. "It is distracting because I might just kiss you."

Marinette froze.

No, that wasn’t quite right because her whole body seemed to heat up. She went still. "I-you--we?" She fumbled, mouth agape. "You--"

Kagami stared at her, seemingly unperturbed by her own words. Had they-had they not the same effect on her as they did on Marinette? Why did she look so nonchalant?

And why did Marinette feel so embarrassed in the first place?

"Are you alright Marinette?" Kagami asked, leaning over the desk slightly. But the movement, as slight as it was, shocked Marinette out of her seat and she yelped, declaring, "I need to bo gathroom!" before rushing out of their desk to head to the bathroom.

Inside, she collapsed onto the seat and buried her face in her hands, Tikki flying out of the bag to gently pat her head. "There, there, Marinette. It's going to be okay." Tikki flew back, smiling encouragingly. "Though, I don't see how this warrants such a reaction. It sounded like a compliment after all!"

Marinette groaned. "No way Tikki! If-if Kagami wants to kiss me--how am I supposed to work knowing she wants to? How-how am I supposed to concentrate? Tikki what if she does kiss me?! I'm a terrible kisser--she'll know I suck at kissing and then she'll hate me and we'll never get to talk again and I'll never see her again and Tikki this is an emergency!" The kwami hovered in the air, fondness in her gaze. Marinette groaned again, screaming through her teeth.

"Now we don't have time to unpack all of that but..."

"You need to stop hanging out with Plagg."

"It was Trixx who taught me that actually!" Tikki beamed proudly. "But anyways! Kagami doesn't seem like she'd kiss you without knowing you'd be alright with that."

Marinette stared at her. "This is the same I-never-hesitate Kagami Tsurugi we're talking about right?"

Tikki nodded. "Yes, but even if she says that, she wouldn't kiss you out of the blue Marinette!"

Marinette continued to stare. "Tikki, this is Kagami I-never-hesitate Tsurugi here! The strongest, most fearless girl out there and she'd totally kiss me even though I don't know why because she is way out of my league but when she does she'll know how terrible I really am and she'll never want to be my girlfriend ever and I'll never be able to design clothes for her again and cheer for her at tournaments and--"

"I thought you liked Adrien?"

"And--" Marinette stopped, blinking out of her spiral. "I-I do?" Tikki stared back, confusion mirrored in her eyes. "I do, Tikki. What-what made you think... otherwise?"

"You said 'girlfriend' earlier. And you sounded really confused." Tikki thought for a moment. "Well, now that I think about it... Do you still like Adrien, Marinette?"

Marinette blinked, wondering where this question came from. Of course she did! Adrien was still the same handsome, kind, amazing Adrien and she still loved to watch him fence against Kagami because it really showed off their skills and she loved designing outfits with Kagami for them to match in and she loved baking pastries for everyone with her--

She stopped.

Did... did she still like Adrien?

All those events; sure, they’d been for Adrien in the beginning. Sure, the first times she’d gone to watch the fencing class was for Adrien, and the first time she’d baked with Kagami had been for his birthday gift, but then she’d started going to the classes even when Adrien had to miss one for modelling and now Kagami and her had almost fortnightly baking sessions together, much like their studying and...

Oh.

Tikki smiled, patting her head again and pushing her jaw back up closed. "Are you alright, Marinette?" She asked again.

Marinette slowly shook her head.

"Tikki..." She stared at the tiles, her head dizzy with revelation. "I think I do like Kagami."

third one up for fictober!! hope you enjoyed and pls tell me if you did??

#fictober19 #miraculous ladybug #kagami tsurugi #kagaminette #marigami #kaganette #marinette dupain cheng #kagami tsurugi x marinette dupain cheng #marinette dupain cheng x kagami tsurugi #kagami x marinette #marinette x kagami #my writing #writing #my work

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ongaku-ato-kakikomi · 5 years

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Burnt - Sebastian Michaelis x Reader (Black Butler)

Day Eleven of Fictober 2019

Prompt number: #11 “It’s not always like this.”

Fandom: Black Butler (Sebastian Michaelis x Reader)

Word Count: 634 words.

Summary: The Phantom's butler requires your help to clean the exploded kitchen.

You have been working at the Phantom’s manor for a few weeks now, Sebastian being the one to hire you to help do some cleaning around, and you would lie if you say you didn’t like your job… because you really like it.

Not only do you get to stay at a safe place while working there, but the pay was also quite high for a simple cleaning job, and even though your colleagues were a little odd and not really acting like professionals (aside from Sebastian, who seems to be some king of super being you don’t wanna mess with), they’re all super kind and you couldn’t dream to work with better people.

Of course, you’re a little afraid of master Ciel Phantom and how stern he is despite his very young age, but seeing how he and Sebastian always praise your work even when you feel like you’re not doing enough makes it all better.

Although today, for the first time since you’ve been here, you heard a loud explosion coming from the kitchen.

And so you run over there with a fast beating heart and a silent screaming mind.

“What did I told you?” You stop before you arrive at the kitchen’s entrance just as you hear Sebastian’s voice, your nose getting attacked by the awful smell of burnt fire.

“… to not cook anything...”

You recognize the cook’s voice, Bard, before Sebastian talks again. “So why did you do it?”

“Because I’m a cook! Shouldn’t it be my job to do so?”

“Every time you ‘cook’, something explodes.”

“… I’m sorry...” Steps approach toward where you are. “I’ll go get miss (Y/N) and help clean it up-”

“She’s already here.” His words make you squeal in fear as you take a step in, both you and Bard giving the butler a feared look. “Her and I can take care of this mess you made without having you making it worse too. Now go play with the others or something.”

“Yes, Sebastian!”

The blond man runs away before you can say anything to help his case, your confused and surprised orbs turning back towards the tall black-haired man. “… do you wish for me to get some specific things for this, Sebastian?”

He gives out a long sigh, as if he hasn’t heard you just now, and rubs his gloved fingers against his forehead in annoyance. “I’m sorry that they’re making your job so much more difficult.”

“Oh, I don’t mind one bit.” He turns his gray eyes to your form to see you giving out a genuine smile. “It gives me something to do, I like being productive.”

A small smile cracks out of his lips. “You know… It’s not always like this.”

“Oh my...” You give out quite a shocked look before breaking into a grin. “I didn’t know you could lie this well, either.”

He darkly chuckles, his eyes almost turning red. “I can do a lot of things, miss (Y/N).” He grabs your chin and lifts it up to take a better look at your face. “After all, I’m no ordinary butler.”

You feel your breath getting stuck in your throat, your eyes glued to his like you’re hypnotized by his entire being. This is not the first time he has made you feel like this in the past few weeks, and you’re pretty sure he also has noticed his effect on you…

… but it doesn’t mean you’re not gonna stay professional.

“Hum-hum.” He frees your chin just as you clear your throat, taking a step back from him with warmth on your cheeks as you take a look at the burnt walls and stove. “Shall we proceed?”

“Yes.” His eyes linger on you for a moment before he looks back at the burnt room. “We shall.”

#fictober19 #11 #fanfiction #black butler #black butler imagine #black butler imagines #black butler x reader #sebastian michaelis #sebastian michaelis imagine #sebastian michaelis imagines #sebastian michaelis x reader #imagine #imagines #x reader #reader insert

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