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mitts2002 · 3 years

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Aight’ Bet

Hi this is my first time posting on here so I hope whoever is reading this enjoys!! This is a noritoshi kamo x reader where the nori and (Y/N) need a little push from their wonderful Gojo sensei to finally confess~

"Dont you think (Y/N) and noritoshi would make the cutest couple!?" Gojo screamed over the phone to Utahime who sighed in response.

"I can't help but disagree Gojo, Noritoshi doesn't seem ready for a relationship plus is the only reason you rang me really to discuss our students non existent love lives?" Utahime retorted knowing that the couple would in fact be adorable yet refusing to accept that Gojo could actually be right about something.

"No Utahime! I bet if them two were able to spend a few hours together the tension would build up so high that one of them would burst and BAM a couple would be born" the blue eyed male replied, the volume of his voice increasing with each word trying to convince her that they were the highschool sweethearts the jujustu world needed.

“How could you even say that!? I get that its cute whenever they glance at each other and shy away with cute little blushing cheeks but i bet it would take more than a few hours for a whole relationship to-” “OH you bet“ Gojo interrupted an obvious smirk on his face knowing Utahime wouldn’t back down from his advances.

“you know what i meant idiot i wasn’t actually trying to make a bet with you especially after what happened last time” the black haired woman scoffed after hearing a chuckle through the phone.

“Aight’ bet! tomorrow ill bring my second years to kyoto for some training and then lets see if something happens between our precious students“ Gojo proposed excitedly as if he were a child in a sweet shop.

“you know what fine! and im only agreeing cause i know nothings gonna happen tomorrow between them i mean noritoshi is too stiff and (Y/N) always backs out last minute” utahime exclaimed not wanting to prove Gojo right. “GREAT! if i win then you will have to be my slave for 2 whole days and if you win ill be your-” “wait i never agreed to that!” “see ya tomorrow then!” Gojo had quickly rushed his farewells before hanging up relieved he avoided Utahime’s lecture.

"Alright class!" Gojo sensei yelled excitingly as he burst through the doors. This overgrown man child always had something new, it could never be a regular class where his students actually learn then were let out for a break. No Gojo Satorou had to be the most extra male on this earth and for the first time ever it worked in his second year student (Y/N)'s favour.

"What it is now?" Maki groaned with an annoyed expression on her face. No one could blame her though after all the blindfolded man put his beloved students through. "Don't be so sour maki! Be like me a sweet little mochi~ Oh and before I forget I wanted to let you all know that we will meeting with our lovely sister school for some training. Isnt that great!?" Gojo sensei had announced clapping his hands and smiling brightly.

'I wonder if training is all this is' (Y/N) thought to herself realising how sus this situation was before speaking out "wait Gojo sensei weren't we meant to learn a super secret technique today? You said that you were gonna show it us yesterday and that nothing could stop you" (Y/N) questioned as Inumaki gave a little "shake" for support.

"Well my dear (Y/N) something VERY important has come up and we must go to kyoto immediately. You have no right to deny and we will be leaving in 30 minutes so go grab whatever you kids need" Gojo sensei had practically sung before skipping out the door. What an odd man everyone collectively thought before getting up to grab whatever they needed.

30 minutes has passed and in that time panda had gathered his and maki's weapons while you and toge stocked up on cough medicine and basic medical equipment. The journey was short since Gojo had practically teleported you all there and all that was left was to approach the students.

A few figures from the distance were slowly coming into view and (Y/N) could vaguely make out that only utahime, miwa, mai, momo and noritoshi had attended this last minute joint training.

Despite the others reaching and gathering around your small group of second years giving their greetings the only thing your eyes could focus on was noritoshi’s thick black hair as it gently swayed in the breeze. Honestly it was as if the man was in a L'Oréal advert or something.

"(Y/N) stop staring we all know you both have this weird thing going on but we're here to train not flirt dumbass" Maki had whispered into your ear but little did she know that you were in fact here to flirt and not train due to a certain bet between two teachers.

“alright kids listen up! me and the wonderful Utahime sensei have set up this last minute training as its always good to train with new people and techniques. Everyone will be working in pairs“ Gojo announced before Utahime continued.

“The teams we decided on today will be Maki and Miwa, Momo and Imumaki, Panda and Mai then (Y/N) and Noritoshi. Eveyones free to do whatever they want in their sparring matches just don’t severely injure each other, me and Gojo will be watching over the matches and determine the winners“ Utahime informed all the students before they scurried off to in different spaced out areas.

"So Noritoshi how are you? Its been a while since we've last seen eachother" (Y/N) said trying not to let her nervousness show.

"I'm alright just studying and training to be honest. Although I recently started to practice cursive and can even write my own name now" he responded with pride and a small nice.

You laughed causing Noritoshi to cock his head to the side in confusion. "Is there something wrong with cursive?" His deep voice asked with clear offense.

"No no it's just that's so freaking cute and you look so happy about it too" (Y/N) teased with more laughter and ruffled his hair

"Oi don't touch my hair do you know how long it takes to do these wrap bang things?"

"Well how would I know I've never done them nori"

"Well one day I could teach you if you'd like" Noritoshi offered looking to the side trying to hide his red cheeks.

"Aww I'd love that I'm awful at doing hair to be honest so learning some new styles would be great but first we gotta get this dumb sparring match over and done with" (Y/N) moaned as she got into position.

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An hour had flew by and the students were taking a break from their matches happily chatting away while the teachers spoke in private about their progress. “come on look at the way they look at eachother OH (Y/N) touched his shoulder SHES FLIRTIN-” “GOJO SHUT THE FUCK UP YOUR SO DAMN LOUD” “sorry but loooook they in love” Gojo cried out with fake tears in his cerulean eyes

“Alright lets just observe look theyre going to the vending machine to get some drinks like FRIENDS DO“ Utahime emphasised on the friends worried she might lose and become this awful mans slave for 2 days.

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“Nori im gonna go get a drink from the vending machine do you want one?” “Actually ill just come with you if you dont mind” “OH sure thats fine does anyone else want anything!?” (Y/N) yelled to the whole group receiving a choir of get me this please or get me that and the single tuna mayo.

The walk to the vending machine was quiet but a comfortable silence had fallen upon the pair. It was always like this when you were around Noritoshi Kamo. Peaceful. She didnt feel the need to go the extra mile to entertain him or ensure he wasn’t bored in your presence as your playful banter and sarcastic remarks towards one another was enough for the both of you.

“(Y/N) is it me or have Gojo and Utahime sensei been staring at us more than the others?“ Noritoshi questioned unable to shake off the feeling of being watched. “Um i’m not too sure i havent been really paying attention to anything other than yo-“ Embarrasment washed over (Y/N) as the words flew out of her mouth before she could stop herself.

“Is that so?“ Nori smirked slightly as you swore you could drop dead right here in this moment. “No i just meant that” “Meant what?“ Noritoshi interrupted leaning closer as you fumbled through your words

“OH LOOK the vending machine is right there better get those drinks“ You quickly said and scrambled away before Noritoshi could get any closer.

“SEE Nori was too intimidating and (Y/N) ran off despite clearly wanting him! its never gonna happen today“ Utahime whispered to Gojo benhind the bushes as he shook his head. “Trust me i have faith in my wonderful (Y/N) I AINT RAISED NO BITCH“ He exclaimed in response while Utahime facepalmed.

The two young adults had collected all the drinks they needed and were ready to walk back to the group. ‘come on (Y/N) you’ve liked this man forever now and everyone knows he must like you back ITS NOW OR NEVER HOE’ (Y/N) screamed words of encouragement to herself before grabbing Noritoshi’s sleeve.

“Is everything alright (Y/N)?” “I have something ive been meaning to tell you Nori, I um like you a lot and i’d like to take you out if you dont mind” (Y/N) had practically yelled at the poor boy because of her stupid nerves and adrenaline.

The silence was broken by an angelic laughter coming from none other than Noritoshi Kamo. “Well i would’ve liked to be the one to take you out but i guess sometimes its alright for traditions and stereotypes to be broken by the younger generation” Nori responded as he walked closer to (Y/N) wrapping his arms around her and pulling her into a sweet kiss. The kiss was messy and clearly new to the both but filled with much love and passion that was finally being expressed by the pair.

As their lips eventually pulled away never wanting this to end, heavy breaths filled the air and cheeks flushed but all that was interrupted by a white haired male clapping in the background screaming “YES I WIN” while the other teacher crouched to the ground tears in her eyes.

#kamo noritoshi #noritoshi kamo x reader #jjk x reader #jjk fluff #jujustu kaisen #jjk noritoshi

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leyla676 · 5 years

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Magic B

This is the first public fiction I made.

English is NOT my first language, so please don’t be mad at me if you find something wrong. I tried really hard and hope you enjoy.

WORDS: 1994

Warnings: nothing special, just dirty talk and a charming Billy.

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„Oh come on, sweety, it will be fun“, Nancy, your best friend yelled at you as you sat on your bed, trying to find the right words for NOT hanging out with her and the ladies.

„I don‘t want to“, you pouted and rolled your eyes.

„But sweety, it‘s the last chance to party with me! Tomorrow I will be married“

Nancy sat down on the place right next to you on the bed and hugged you.

„Please“, she begged and you answered „FINE. But I am NOT going to a striptease club!“

„I bet you will“, she laughed, „it‘s ladies night, oh what a night“, Nancy sang and shook her hips.

….

You were all dressed up and ready to go, it was your best friend‘s bachelor party and you really wanted to go with her, but you weren‘t happy with getting drunk and wasted.

„LADIES“, Nancy yelled as the big limousine catched you both up at your place. The ladies were already tipsy and you giggled as you got into the limousine.

Tiffany, another friend of Nancy, gave you a glass of whiskey and you took a big gulp. You would need this tonight, you thought by yourself.

After lots of drinks at a bar and dancing around, the ladies decided to go on to the striptease club.

…

The air in this club was filled with smoke, sweat and lots of women.

„We have reserved seats“, Tiffany yelled at you, „right over there“, she pointed at a closed area.

As you made your way through the crowd of yelling and screaming women, you found the seats your friends told you about and you sat down.

„What may I bring you, young sweetheart?“, a man asked you and as you looked up to him, you saw nice brown eyes and a big smile. He stood in front of you, dressed in an apron and a hat, which waitresses used to wear.

He was very beautiful, a really nice looking man, long black hair and a few tattoos around his arms. His abs were trained, you could only imagine, how much time he would spend at the gym.

„Hey, don‘t be shy, I am your personal waitress today“, he smiled at you, turned around and showed you his naked ass.

You laughed out loud. „Wow, okay, uh then I‘d like to order a glass of Whiskey please. Madame. I mean… sir“

He smiled back at you and went to get your drink.

„This must be HEAVEN“, Nancy screamed at you as she took the right seat next to you. „Did you see? They‘re all wearing this aprons! And no underwear“, she giggled and her eyes glittered.

„Yeah, guess what, we have our own waiters here“, you answered and right as you said that, he came back to you.

„Ladies, tonight I am just here for you. For you alone“, he winked and took the orders of the other girls.

Nancy and you were laughing out loud, it was really funny and you were really happy that you decided to go out with her.

„Tonight“, a thin voice whispered, „tonight we have a very special guest in here“

The crowd became quiet.

„We must do our best, our very best“, you saw a guy entering the stage on where the strippers were dancing, he looked a bit like Jason Momoa, wearing a loincloth. ONLY a loincloth.

“Our very best for Nancy, our bride-to-be!”, he yelled and as the music started, he was throwing away his microphone and began to shake his hips to the music.

You knew the song he danced to, it was Rock you like a hurricane. And yes, he rocked the shit out of this hurricane.

He came down the stairs grabbed Nancy and carried her to the stage like Tarzan carried his Jane.

“Y/N!!!”, Nancy yelled and laughed, “loooook at him!!!”

Nancy was absolutely amazed by this guy as he started to shake his hair in front of her. She was sitting on a chair in the middle of the stage, enjoying the show and smiling all the time.

The song came to it’s final guitar riffs and fake-Jason Momoa placed a bridal veil on Nancy’s head, kissed her on her cheek and ripped off his loincloth and the lights went off.

You clapped your hands and waped away those little tears you cried of laughing that much.

Yes, you were really happy and the drinks already made you feel good and relaxed.

When Nancy came back to you and the other girls, she was giggling.

“Did he wear pants under this … thing?”, you laughed as you asked her.

“Y/N, I really don’t know, I couldn’t see anything”, she laughed back at you and took a sip of her Margerita.

“Well, it must be destiny, imagine that these guys could work somewhere else than here!”, Tiffany yelled out loud and put twenty dollars in the waiter’s panties.

As you were sitting there, nipping on your drink, you could hear a well-known song which made you yell out a scream.

Step inside,

walk this way,

you and me Babe

HEY HEY!

It was pour some sugar on me.

The curtains fell, the drums boomed and you looked up to the stage. You couldn’t believe what you saw.

He was dressed in jeans, biker boots and a black leather jacket. His abs were oily, his dirty-blonde curly hair was perfectly styled and a golden chain danced around his breast muscles.

The air was wet and you knew, you would get wet too as you saw him, shaking his hips to one of your favourite songs, knowing exactly what he was doing.

As you catched his eyes, it felt like the time would stand still. Never in your entire life had you seen such blue eyes before.

He took off his jacket and threw it to you, you catched it and dared to smell it. It was a mixture of sweat and cologne, it smelled like heaven.

Nancy watched the scene and she knew exactly, that the guy on stage was the man of your wildest dreams.

She smiled at you and said “Y/N, seems like you found the main character of your dirty books”

Suddenly the guy went down on his knees, held out his hand to you and as you finally took it, he drew you on stage.

His hand found its way to your hair, as he pulled you close. Those blue eyes looked at you, scanned you and you felt like you would drown in them forever.

Shocked as you were, you put your hands on his shoulders and scratched your nails right into them, afraid of passing out. He grabbed you on your waist, sat you down on his hips and held you, as he whirled you around to the music.

You could hear the crowd cheering to you as he finally let you down on your feet again. He held you tight, turned you over and blew a light kiss at your neck.

It felt like thousand thunders escaped from his soft lips directly to your skin as you shivered, letting out a silent moan.

As you finally looked at him, breathless, he gave you a wink and whispered “Thank you for this dance, Baby”.

He went down the stairs, took his jacket and dissapeard behind the curtains.

You earned a big applause from all of the ladies in the club and went off the stage.

“Y/N!”, Nancy screamed as you went back to your seat, “that was amazing, that was… just wow, I have never seen anyone who would suit you better than THIS guy”

You laughed embarrassingly and felt the blush rise in your face.

“I will go for a cigarette”, you said to the girls and left them at the club.

...

As you opened the door you could feel the soft cold breeze of the autunum air outside and you lightened your cigarette, leaning against the wall of the bar.

This guy was amazing, so beautiful and perfect. You always wanted the original “man of your dreams”, the man written in all of your books, the dirty one that pushes the lady onto the bed, making love to her all night.

But the guys you met before were kind of… boring. You wanted a real man, one, who drives for hours to see you, one, who listens to the same music as you do, one, who knows exactly where to touch you… with his lips filled with pure sexiness.

You knew that the guy was nothing more than a fiction, he was a stripper, making all of the ladies happy. But for this moment he was yours.

As you closed your eyes, you dreamed about having his strong arms all over you, his tongue licking along your neck, finding its way to your navel, holding you tight, licking all over your…

“Hey sweetie, got a cigarette for me?”, you heard a soft voice on the left of you, torning you out of your daydream.

You looked at where the voice came and saw him standing there. Wearing his jeans, his boots and the black leather jacket.

His curls stood a little disheveled from his head as he gave you his best smile and your heart nearly stopped as you saw his perfect white teeth.

“Y… yeah, for sure”, you stuttered and you gave him the pack of cigarettes.

He suddenly came close to you, you could feel his warm breath on the naked skin of your neck.

“Never saw such a pretty girl in this dirty club”, he whispered, smiled at you and tilted his head.

“It is… the … final party for my friend Nancy, she is g...getting married tomorrow”, you stuttered and felt like a stupid peace of sh.it, not knowing how to act cool in front of SUCH a man.

He laughed out, almost silently, placing his arm to the wall of the club.

“And you? You getting married too?”, he asked.

You negate. “No. No, I don’t even have a boyfriend, I mean… ”

Why are you so damn embarrassing, Y/N?, you thought.

“Oh really, no man at your side?”, he almost sang to you, “Well… we could have a drink if you want?”

He is just a fiction, you repeated in your head. Just a fiction.

“You could pick up any woman you’d like to”, you answered in a harsh tone. “What do you want from… ME?”

“I saw you leaving and wanted to talk to you”, he whispered in your ear. Knowing him so close caused you to shiver.

“I could… uh… be your date for the wedding?”

You couldn’t believe what he just said.

“What?!”, you whispered and giggled.

“Hey, a pretty girl like you… alone at a wedding...” He put out a stripe of a chewing gum, sliding it slowly to his mouth. “I don’t think that you’ve got someone to dance with”

And he was so damn right. You had to go alone.

“Playing heavy”, you started, “but what should I say about going on a wedding with a male stripper?”

He laughed.

“I promise to leave my clothes on”

You felt his hand slowly sliding to your tigh as he put a little note in your pocket.

“Call me when you change your mind”, he said and turned around to walk away from you.

You watched him walk, looked at his wonderful ass in this perfect tight jeans and couldn’t believe what just happened.

„HEY!“, you screamed at him, „I don‘t even know your name!“

He turned around, smiled at you and said „My name‘s Billy“ and disappeard.

Billy…

Suddenly the door opened as Nancy screamed at you „Sweeeeety, come on, Tiffany is getting naked on stage!“

You threw away your cigarette, checked, if the note was still in your pocket and smiled at yourself.

„Mabye tomorrow“, you whispered to yourself as you closed the backdoor of the building.

„Mabye tomorrow“

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let me know what you think about it.

I had so much fun writing it and I’d maybe write a part 2.

Let me know what you think about it.

Thanks for reading <3

#billyhargrovefanfiction #billyhargrove #billy hargrove #billy hargove x reader #billyhargrovexreader #billy hargrove fanfiction

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perditaalottachocolate-blog · 6 years

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More April Weather (32)

This is a gift with Adrinette for @missr99 from 500 followers give away. I hope you’ll enjoy it! (It took some time, sorry, but Adrien Appreciation Week story needed my attention.)

I’ve decided to expand “April Weather” universe in form of drabbles. If there are some scenes or points you'd like to see explored, be let me know - best to hit my ask box.

Open Door Policy

AO3 / fanfiction

[This takes place about 1,5 year after Chapter 29 “The Wall”]

On the day of her 16th birthday Marinette woke up to a pleasant rumble vibrating in her ear. She remembered it was Sunday so she had nowhere to be and nothing to do. The rumble was lulling her to sleep; it was hard not to give in to its call. She sighed contently and snuggled closer to her warm, toned pillow, ready to drift off into slumber again.

And then quite unexpectedly the pillow snuggled back. Marinette jumped and released a startled squeak. She opened her eyes and saw her boyfriend’s face millimeters from her own. He was deep in his sleep, snoring lightly, as always when he lay on his back. The girl blinked the sleep away from her eyes. Some details about this situation didn’t add up.

First of all, yes, Adrien happened to stay the night once in a while, and for this occasion her parents brought an inflatable mattress to her room. The boy was supposed to sleep on the floor level, while Marinette used her loft bed. The bed that now was empty, because both of them were lying on Adrien’s spare bedding. Last thing Marinette remembered was binging a show a show in the evening. Apparently she didn’t make it to her bed.

Oops.

Second of all, the trapdoor to her room, that according to the open door policy was supposed to stay open when Adrien was in her room, was now closed. Neither of them would have closed it. In the two years of their dating history they complied to the request of her parents and of Monsieur Agreste. The door stayed open. Until today.

Uh-oh.

Marinette wasn’t sure how the trapdoor got closed, but she had a bad feeling that whoever had done it, took a good look at the two of them sleeping together. Suddenly the air in her room became very hot and it had nothing to do with the heat coming from the sleeping body of her boyfriend. She was about to hyperventilate, when she spotted a card resting in front of the trapdoor, next to a plate with still warm rolls, cheese bread and cookies and a jug of orange juice.

Careful not to wake Adrien up she reached out for the card.

“Happy 16th birthday, dear!” she read. “As of today the Open Door Policy is cancelled. Enjoy your Sunday! Maman & Papa.”

By this point Marinette was beet red. Now she was sure that both of her parents had seen the two of them, before they officially closed the door. Well, nothing could be done about it, but she intended to enjoy her Sunday and her newly received privilege in the best way possible.

She draped her arm around Adrien’s chest and nuzzled his neck.

‘Mmmmm, bug?’ he murmured drowsily.

‘The door is closed,’ she whispered, kissing the line of his jaw.

‘The- what?’ Adrien’s eyes shot open. ‘W-why?’

Marinette waved the card in front of his face. ‘Apparently the policy took effect only until I turned 16,’ she smirked.

Her boyfriends face stretched into a sly grin. ‘What a thoughtful gift,’ he snickered. ‘Happy birthday, Princess!’ the boy turned to her, while he reached for his bag. ‘I got you something I hope you’ll like,’ he whispered, blindly trying to find what he was looking for. Marinette made it more difficult, because she chose that moment to press her lips to his in a languid kiss.

‘Like there was even the slightest chance she won’t,’ they heard the gloomy voice of the kwami of doom. ‘Tik, there’s cheese bread and cookies. How about an early breakfast?’ Plagg called into the room.

‘Plagg,’ the kwami of creation hissed from their perch above the loft bed, ‘just shut up, will ya?’

‘What?’ he spluttered indignantly. ‘You heard your girl. The door is closed.’

‘So what?’ Tikki scolded him. ‘You’re interrupting,’ she rolled her eyes to the couple on the mattress.

‘Am I?’ the little cat raised his brows in surprise. ‘It doesn’t look like anything they’ve never done,’ he shrugged. ‘Or anything I’ve never seen,’ he added, chuckling to himself.

Adrien’s ears turned an interesting shade of red, and Marinette pretended (poorly) she didn’t hear anything. The red kwami made an “okay-lemme-handle-it” gesture to the two human occupants of the room.

‘Now that the door is closed, and they are both older, you have to give them some space,’ Tikki lectured. ‘You know, youth has its ri-’

‘Oh for the love of chocolate, Tikki, could you be more embarrassing?’ her chosen exclaimed with an exasperated huff. ‘You’re worse than Plagg. At least he only comments on food.’

‘Mwahaha,’ the black sprite guffawed. ‘See? You shut up,’ he shot back at his fellow kwami.

‘Why don’t you take some bread and cookies and eat on the balcony?’ Adrien suggested sheepishly.

‘Say no more!’ Plagg zipped to the food plate. He balanced the biggest cookie and three slices of cheese bread between his paws and, with a wink, he zoomed back to the loft bed.

‘Thank… you?’ the boy stared after him, surprised at this unexpected assistance.

Marinette giggled. ‘Don’t worry, he just wanted the bread. And possibly also get back at Tikki. Anyway,’ she scooted closer, happy to snuggle without witnesses and interruptions, ‘where were we?’ she purred, as her finger traced complex loops on his chest.

‘Ah, yes,’ Adrien’s hand finally closed over the small package. ‘Happy birthday, Purrrrrincessss,’ he drawled sinking his nose into her hair. ‘Here’s a little gift for you,’ he added passing her the present.

The girl made herself comfortable on her back, with her head resting on Adrien’s shoulder as she unwrapped the little box. An elegant logo on the cover made her wince. This was expensive.

‘Adrien, it’s too much!’ she started, but he put his hand over hers and opened the box.

‘Hush, it’s not as a big deal as the brand would suggest,’ he replied. ‘Just look inside.’

It was a charm bracelet. Delicate, modest, yet stylish, beautiful in its simplicity. Only a fancy jeweler could accomplish a feat like this. Silver chain with an intricate pattern looked as if it was weaved of pure moonlight. Seven charms dangled from it - each making Marinette smile more.

An Eiffel tower. A butterfly. A sun. A heart. A loaf of bread. A raindrop. An umbrella. Their relationship in a nutshell.

‘It’s beautiful,’ Marinette whispered in awe, grazing her fingers over the trinkets. ‘It’s perfect. Thank you,’ she murmured, shifting and placing a delicate kiss on his cheek.

‘Only the best for my Princess,’ Adrien winked, wrapping his arms around her. ‘My Duchess,’ he pressed his lips to her temple. ‘My Queen,’ he nuzzled at her hair. ‘My Lady,’ he whispered in her ear, sending goosebumps all over her skin. ‘I hope you don’t mind that I didn’t put anything connected to our other identities, but well… they are secret for a reason.’

‘Of course I don’t mind,’ she giggled. ‘This is gorgeous the way it is.’

‘I’m glad,’ Adrien took the bracelet from her hands. ‘May I?’ he asked, unclasping it.

Marinette offered her wrist and he fastened the chain over it, completing it with a brush of his lips over the inside of her forearm. She sighed contently, when he kept trailing kisses up her arm, then moving to her collarbone and neck.

‘Mmmm,’ he droned, ‘this is nice.’

The girl hummed in agreement tilting her head to give him more access. Adrien wrapped himself around her back and rubbed his cheek against her jaw.

‘Are you scent marking me, Chaton?’ she whispered.

‘And if I am?’ he replied, a flirtatious lilt to his voice.

‘Then I’d say you missed a bit here,’ Marinette turned her head to present him with her other cheek and he happily complied, causing a fit of giggles from the girl.

Soon they both drowned in small caresses and soft pets, making the most of the first Sunday morning without the open door policy.

When Plagg popped his head inside not even ten minutes later he released a scandalized snort. ‘That’s disgusting!’ he whined.

‘Plaaaaaaagg,’ Tikki whisper-yelled above him. ‘Don’t loooook!’

He turned to the red kwami, flabbergasted. ‘What are you talking about?’

‘You shouldn’t interrupt!’ she scolded, narrowing her eyes at him.

The black cat shook his head with a deep sigh. ‘Chill, Tikki,’ he huffed in exasperation. ‘The door is closed for the first time in two years. We took our butts outside,’ he complained, ‘and here they are,’ he waved his paw dramatically in the direction of the two teens, ‘sleeping!’

‘Sleeping?’ Tikki’s eyes got as big as her favorite treat.

‘Look for yourself,’ he moved away allowing her a glimpse of the floor below.

There, on the inflatable mattress, among blankets, in a morning sunspot lay a two headed octopus. Marinette’s head rested on Adrien’s chest, and their limbs were so tangled in each other it was hard to tell where one of them ended and the other one begun. They were snoring peacefully, their breaths even, their faces relaxed and lips stretched in soft smiles. They looked as if they were exactly where they were supposed to be. They belonged there.

Tikki sighed contently. She doubted she would ever meet a more precious pair of cinnamon rolls. They knew they had time, they could take this morning to nap and cuddle instead of other activities that would undoubtedly come with the closed door. She turned to Plagg and was satisfied to see a tender smile on his face. He wiped it away as soon as he noticed her staring.

‘What?’

‘Nothing,’ the red kwami shrugged. ‘I’m just happy to see them like this.’

‘Me too,’ the black sprite muttered. ‘Me too. Now how about another cookie?’

‘I won’t say no to that,’ Tikki giggled, closing the skylight behind her.

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