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voidcat · 4 years
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~for the flower thing~ Aone!! And baby’s breath. I went to Google and apparently they symbolise purity and sincerity which i feel is fitting 😗✌️ for him. Tbh they’re my favourite because I used to do flower arrangement and they were great for filler JJSJDN and they look like clouds 🥺. Hope ur day is going good Dei 🦝🐾🐾❤️ I wuv u — KA
Hi Linette!!! I didn’t knew you did flower arrangements but yes they look so heave among the other flowers! (Also didn’t Nic have a baby’s breath tattoo?) my day is a typical Saturday so far, cleaning and all, but thanks! I hope yours is going good as well!! <3 take care miss ms pp
It was a typical afternoon, with sun shining brightly and lighting up the area; and yet contrary to other days, there you were, sitting between the mass amount of flowers, cutting the straws and stems, putting each into the assigned group for the bouquets. Preparing make shift bouquets for a cheer up and to congratulate the volleyball team for all their hard efforts in the Spring High seemed like a good idea- until it was just you left behind to do the work.
Despite the mountains of flowers, you didn’t have it in you to complain. As their scent mingled in the air and the sun softened your nerves, you were lost in a different vision; everything seeming in light shades of pink and yellow, the world in a lazy hurry, your mind didn’t notice Aone entering your line of vision until he stood before your eyes.
Eyes going from you to the flowers, you scooted to a side, patted the empty spot next to you and he joined you on the ground. Considering for a moment what to tell him, you didn’t miss the way his hair and his air resembled baby’s breath. Showing him what to do once and him nodding in response, you both went back to work. Sitting side by side, breathing and listening, not a single word exchanged, not a single word required to communicate; you let your mind wander again.
Unlike what people thought, saw and said; neither his size nor the expression he had were things to be intimidated by. And with the baby’s breaths surrounding and capturing him with their scent, he seemed just like them. As his hands were at work, you were done with your part long gone, waiting for him and the flowers; watching and letting the clouds swipe you off your feet and take you to a place away from the rush, wishing to stay in this moment forever.
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thewritewolf · 5 years
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The Search For Halloween Chapter 7: Class Trip + Catch
Another great idea by Alya, except now she's getting the whole class involved. 
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 (Final)
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Read on Ao3.  My ko-fi.
Art of this chapter by the amazingly talented @noanieactuallydrawingalot!
“So I’ve been thinking…” Alya began.
Marinette groaned.
“Hush, you.” Alya tried to shoot a glare at Marinette, but was too busy fighting down a grin at her best friend’s dramatics to pull it off. “So, we can’t use that place as a reference for our project ‘cause they’d probably frown on us breaking into an old house.”
The others nodded from around their cafe table. They’d all suspected that’d be the case when they had planned to go there from the beginning.
“I think I have the solution.” They watched her curiously. “We should make our own haunted house.”
She was immediately rewarded with looks ranging from shock to anger to grim acceptance from her friends.
“What, exactly, about that terrible place makes you want to do it again?” Marinette crossed her arms and leaned against the table, glaring at her best friend across from her.
“I’m sure she has a good reason for it,” Adrien replied, rubbing circles on his girlfriend’s back. Excluding the confirmation that ghosts are real and are dicks, that romantic development was the most interesting take away from their little expedition. “Well, she’d better have a good reason for it.”
Alya glanced at Nino, but found no help coming from that direction as he stared resolutely into his coffee, taking a long sip as she watched.
“Okay, I get that it was super freaky at that old house BUT,” she held up a hand to stop Marinette from interrupting, “we can tone it down a lot. Make it fun rather than scary. Maybe something for kids?”
“I’d be down with that,” Nino said, nodding. “It’d be nice to be on the other end of the scares for once.”
Marinette frowned. “I still don’t know… I don’t really want to scare anyone.”
“Me neither,” Adrien added.
“That’s fine.” Alya waved her hand dismissively. “You guys can just be on the outside to let them in a little at a time and then hand them candy on their way out. No need for you guys to be spooky. You’ll still need to be in costumes, though.”
They looked at Marinette, who held her hands up. “Sorry, I can’t do that many costumes that quickly. We’ll have to get some cheap ones from a shop.”
Alya sighed. “Dang. It was a longshot anyway. It’ll all kinda be last minute anyway, so at least the costumes will be right at home.”
“That still doesn’t answer how you plan to pull this off,” Adrien said. “When did you want to do this?”
“Ideally… this weekend.” Again with the disbelieving stares. “Yeah, I know, it’s only a couple days, but next week is the last week of October and we still have our final project to throw together. But don’t worry! I have a plan.”
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To Adrien’s surprise, things went off without any problems. Alya asked for some help setting up a spooky little ‘maze’ - in reality, just a U-shaped corridor - from Ms Bustier. Their teacher wholeheartedly approved and offered extra credit to anyone who was willing to spend Friday afternoon helping with set-up and running the event.
Practically the entire class was helping out in one way or another. Rose and Juleka were inside the maze with Nino and Alya, keen on getting some screams out of some kids. Max and Markov pulled off some programming wizardry with their lighting and sound effects. Kim and Ivan took turns being the strongman in charge of pulling ropes and strings to get props moving on the inside. Mylene, Nathaniel, and Marc all manned the snack bar after getting done painting props.
Which just left Adrien himself and Marinette, guarding the exit and entrance respectively. Thanks to the shape of the haunted house, they were practically standing next to each other. She’d tell scary stories made up on the spot to get the groups primed and ready. He’d hand out candy as a reward for making it out in one piece.
There weren’t many kids in costume, but that wasn’t too surprising. He’d only barely managed to get his cheap werewolf costume (overnight shipping is a wonderful thing), and even Marinette had been hard pressed to get the basics of a vampire outfit put together. As always, she looked absolutely adorable and he took every opportunity to tell her this.
That was actually the reason he had started to turn around at just the right moment. To achieve the best ambiance for inside the maze, the lights had to be dim outside of it too. For most people, this wasn’t much of an issue. But Marinette wasn’t like most people.
So as Adrien began to turn, he was in a prime position to see Marinette step on her own cape and nearly go tumbling to the floor. ‘Nearly’ because like hell was he going to let her fall while he was around. With catlike reflexes, he caught her by the shoulders and her head connected with his chest rather than the floor.
Marinette’s braced expression slowly faded away and she blinked up at Adrien with wide, bright blue eyes. Surprise melted into affection as their arms wrapped around each other.
They nearly got lost in the moment when a child emerged from the exit behind him and loudly proclaimed, “Look, mommy! Wolfman wuvs the vampire!”
He brushed an errant lock of hair out of Marinette’s face and smiled. “He sure does.”
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