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obeyme-backrooms · 23 days

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Irresponsible servant

Warnings: reader is a servant, punishment, needles, breaking fingers, long sentences

Barbatos x gn! Reader

Note: I am not a good writer, this is my first writing, I appreciate your good comments and accept your criticizes.

Another day of being a servant at the Demon Lord's Palace, you were dusting the expensive decorations of the throne room.

The throne room, light beige walls with splendiferous drawings, magnificent golden chandeliers, exquisite decorations, and the glorious throne, all left you in awe. It was simply stunning. The most pulchritudinous scene you've ever seen, but, in this splendid display of elegance, you were nothing more than an insignificant servant, the one who no one cared about.

You were just doing what you were supposed to, ignoring the sounds from other servants, but they became to loud to ignore, so you listened: "Barbatos is here", "Barbatos is commimg", Barbatos, Barbatos, Barbatos, it's all you could hear. Every single servant is afraid of him checking on their work.

You turned your head around to see what's going on, your hand hit the vase, it fell down and broke into thousands of pieces.

Barbatos noticed it, he approached you with his never-fading smile, a proper smile of a perfect butler.

He was standing few inches away, you felt his dark aura, it felt suffocating. You tried to say something, but words were stuck in your throat "I am s-sorry M-Master B-Barba-", He cut off your words in the middle "Follow me" he ordered, with you, a subordinate, he is not supposed to even show a very small amount of respect to not to speak in the middle of your words.

You followed him inside the castle halls, into the underground labrynth , going deeper and deeper into the darkness with each step, you knew there is no way back.

You entered a dark room, nothing much to see, smelled like wet wood and dry blood, with a hint of the smell of fungus and moss, he locked the door and approached you, he sat you on the torture chair, and locked your wrists and ankles.

"Hands of a servant must work flawlessly by obeying the orders given. No mistakes accepted." He said with his usual formal voice but with a hint of sadism inside. "Hands which work otherwise must be punished"

He approached you, 10 needles shining in his hand. He grabbed one needle with his free hand, put the tip of the needle on the surface of your nail, he pushed it down, slowly and painfully, passing your nail and your flesh, it pinned your fingers to the wooden surface of the armrest of the torture chair. He did it over and over, with each of your fingers, the pain was extreme, you couldn't even shout after the third finger, your eyes wre widen in pain and tears have been dropping non-stop.

"You may have learned your lesson by now, but I believe a bit of extra work will never be a harm" ignoring the needles, he grabbed your fingers, broke them one by one into different angles. The pain was unbearable, you couldn't even cry anymore, your mind was empty, only pain, although you weren't sure you even felt it in that moment.

With a snap of his fingers, all of your fingers gone back to normal, did he just... turn back time or something?

He unlocked you from the chair "you'd better remember this day or next time the punishment will be more severe"

You think you understood that why all of the servants of the Castle are afraid of him.

#obey me #obey me! x reader #obey me!#obey me! dark #obey me! barbatos #obey me! Barbatos x reader #obey me x reader #obey me barbatos #obey me Barbatos x reader

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amratsu · 8 months

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プルプッシュ(Yu-Gi-Oh) on X: "ラビュリンスの召使い達の顔にある筋、カードで見た時はそういう模様なのかとも思ったのだが、サテライトショップのタペストリー位の解像度だとしっかり罅の質感で驚いている。彼女達が白磁の乙女を名乗っているのは、白磁の動く家具であって、本質的には魔神像らと変わらないからではないだろうか。 https://t.co/2Ouor8FRlV" / X (twitter.com)

this post has given me brainworms.

in the japanese, the aria sisters are called the 'white porcelain sisters'. and upon closer look at their faces on the high res art from the promotional tapestry, you see the little cracks which I thought were scars before. arias, the butler, is also named after a statue.

the sisters are honestly probably animated objects like the furniture but more elaborate, which would ABSOLUTELY explain why laby is stuck where she is: she got cursed to stay there because she was, in all likelihood, capable of creating stupidly high level fiends as servants as she pleased; this goes back to 'archfiend' being a very specific type of high level entity in YGO, including the OG summoned skull. the silver castle is thus its very own special hell dimension of fiends no one can get into without dying instantly...except knight.

which recontextualizes lab's love for knight entirely! because all lab has are her own creations, which are certainly sentient beings with their own will, but they're naturally subservient to her! part of her! knight is the only person that can actually interact with her on a regular basis!! screw lovely or lady labrynth, she's probably the lonely labrynth more than anything.

#yugioh #labrynth

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fantasybots · 5 months

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"We have gotten THREE gods from the new Ixalon set and not the ONE that I want, which is the funny bat! We also haven't gotten the smiling flood but that's kind of lesser- And we got a bunch of Labrynth cards as well, but no Lovely Labrynth, no Labrynth Butler, and no Arianna."

#I got all the torbles and one of each of the other furniture- as well as the archfiend #No Labrynth Labyrinth either

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krawlernyannyan · 1 month

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Master Duel dropped a surprise update on us last night! A lot of the new cards are FIRE decks and FIRE support, including Bonfire! There's also some Fiend deck support in here, including Unchained, Dark World, and (most importantly for me) Labrynth! Arias the Labrynth Butler has arrived and I couldn't be happier about it!

As for our missing cards catalog, the new pack is pretty evenly split between DUNE, AGOV, AC23, and the Duelists of Explosion support. There's still a lot of DUNE cards we're missing but now that we've chewed through most of the sets that came out after it we should start seeing more of them in future sets.

#YGO #Master Duel #MD Missing Card Tracking #to the new followers from the Rich Boy post:#hi i'm a ygo fan we do this sometimes

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miyanagateru · 2 years

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i trust labrynth to be giving me a butler girl

#machine dreams #pretty please

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aghastwithlunacy · 4 years

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10 Tag Game!

Rules: name your top 10 favorite characters from 10 different fandoms and then tag 10 people.

I was tagged by @morganmoony

1. Black Phillip from The VVitch

2. Lucifer from Devilman Crybaby

3. The Goblin King from Labrynth

4. The Princess from Mirror Mask

5. Sebastian (the butler) from Black Butler

6. Lamia (the witch) from Stardust

7. Lilith from The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina

8. Crowley from Good Omens

9. General Palpatine from Star Wars

10. Nancy from The Craft

@absinthundblut @betterthedevilyouknowuk @clumsy-lilith @devils-queen @faeryqueenwitch @grimoresque @heaven-beside-u-hell-within @i-am-drinking-your-milkshake @jimmy-the-satanist @krampusass

Sorry if you don’t like being chosen. To be honest, I mainly chose blogs at random in alphabetical order.

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yandere-romanticaa · 5 years

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Requests!

Hey guys, requests are open! I just wanted to tell you that I take requests for:

💕Hetalia

💕Bungou Stay Dogs

💕Magi

💕My Hero Academia

💕Diabolik Lovers

💕Black Butler

💕Attack on Titan (I only watched the first season but I plan to watch more)

💕Seraph of the End

💕 Soul Eater

💕Ikemen Sengoku (otome game)

💕Mystic Messenger

💕Marvel

💕American Horror Story

I probably forgot to add more shows here, but don't be afraid to ask. If I don't know the show, I won't write for that, but still. I think that's all for now!

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fireintheforest · 4 years

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Behind the Blue, chapter 18

Serving breakfast, although easy, had been boring (except for the instance where the lawyer interrogated Saufinril) and Toivon was glad it was over. The next part of the day had gone in moving furniture with another footman so a maid could clean behind, meeting Aubry -a charming, friendly butler whose first words upon meeting Toivon were “and who is the elf?” while looking at him up and down with the face of a man that was looking at someone else eat their own shit. They’ll be friends in no time- and opening doors for people with fully functioning hands and arms that could open doors by themselves.

Fuck the rich.

Hawkcroft had left for a meeting around six, and at ten Aubry instructed him to wait for Hawkcroft at the main door so he could open it for him (fuck the rich) and let him in when he came, in around 20 minutes. An estimate. It was now half past midnight and this old fucker was still set loose in Evermor.

As cherry on top, he’d sent Saufinril a message in the afternoon to meet him on the other side of the property’s hedge at midnight. And here he was, drumming his fingers on his thigh while waiting for Hawkcroft. Saufinril was probably wondering where he’d been gone to. He didn’t want to risk leaving the place in case Hawkcroft came, but chances are Saufinril was out there wondering what had happened to him.

Just what had happened to Toivon?

Saufinril looked around yet again, a hand combing his ponytail absentmindedly. Was he right? The message said to meet him on the outside of the manor, on the other side of the property’s edge. In the back. Yes. That’s where he was at. Where was Toivon? He’d circled the place a couple of times, he’d even strayed away from the manor here and there in case the Dunmer were hiding in a more discreet location, and yet no such thing had happened.

He wouldn’t have just told him to come and then forgotten, could he? Saufinril looked around again. The image of the blue eyes against the bluing, drowned face of the second victim was still imprinted on him, and for a second the thought of the killer being nearby crept on him. He quickly pushed it back, instead straining to hear if someone approached.

He’d waited too long. Maybe he should go back to the inn? Leave him a message? What if someone found it before? In any case they wouldn’t know it was them if he left his real mess- be smart, Saufinril. Toivon was probably the only Dunmer he’d seen in this side of Evermor so far, of course they’d know it was him. Saufinril looked around, his gaze lingering on the hedge and the top of the manor’s roof. Maybe he’d have to get inside to see where was Toivon.

The floor was dead silent, everyone was asleep. There was nobody in the house except for the footmen and maids that patrolled the house every hour. A new safety measure, along with the guards, implemented since the party fiasco. Toivon leaned against the wall, his eyes lost in thought. From what Sorcise told him, the servant activity post-heist remained pretty much similar to the pre-heist during the day. But the footmen and maids patrolling the hallways in turns was a new measure implemented only at night (when nobody of the main house could see them) and the guards patrolled only the outside gardens. It’s as if Hawkcroft didn’t want to disturb the daily life of himself or his family at all.

An orange tinge of light at his periphery made Toivon turn his head. It was one of the maids, a girl with her blond hair in a messy braid, yawning and walking slowly to the stairs to do her patrolling. Toivon watched her walk past. This girl was one of the kitchen hands, she’s around her late teens and supposed to be up and working in 3 or so hours, but she’s patrolling a house that isn’t hers.

Toivon himself yawned, a chain reaction propped by the girl.

Breton keyholes were easy, only slightly harder than Nord ones. Saufinril was crouched on front of the kitchen back door, an ear close to the keyhole as he worked the tumblr locks one by one.

Click, click, click.

When he tried to climb the hedge, Saufinril had been shocked to see a labrynth of plants that he didn’t recall seeing in the party. Going through it would be a huge waste of time, so he’d had to go around the property until he got to the side of the house, only to almost jump over the hedge at the moment that a guard patrolled past. He didn’t recall those either. Had Emmanuel increased security? Maybe this is what Toivon had wanted to tell him, he mused as he waited patiently for the lock to give in. Using an unlocking spell would catch attention, what with the show of lights and smoke it made, but lockpicking with a spell that put back the pins was going to take forever. Saufinril stepped back.

He had to try another place. Saufinril walked around the house again, the dark of the night making good cover but still sticking to the hedge side for extra safety in the shadows. The silence would only give away any noise he made, any-

“Is someone in here?” a guard called out

Saufinril froze, looking back at where the voice came from. From the kitchens, right where he’d been standing, a lantern moved towards him. Fuck! He’d been spotted! He ran to the front gardens.

“Hey!”

Thuds of his own feet against the grassy ground, thuds of the guard’s feet in pursuit. He turned around the corner and saw two more lights, in further distance, stop their slow procession and move faster. Fuck!

“Stop in there!”

Toivon’s ears perked up. There was noise in the…Saufinril!

Saufinril immediately ducked around one of the topiaries. This stupid fucking garden had way less hiding places than the maze. Why didn’t he stay at the maze? No time to overthink.. One of the lanterns was moving in his direction. He had to hide! Where?!

It was a split second, but he saw it: a topiary, a shadow, a bench, flowers. There. Go! He ran, are the steps his or his pursuers?

No time to see which. He dropped on his knees, force driving him forward, he hit his shoulder on the bench. Then on his hands! Lower! Legs first, tucked under the topiary, then his torso, then head. He tucked himself in a fetal position and held his breath as the guard came to where he’d been a second ago. And another.

“What is it?”

“I saw someone, he was running here!” the guards looked around, “Can’t have disappeared just like that.”

“Got to be around somewhere.”

Saufinril cursed himself mentally. He didn’t check behind himself, a very very basic mistake that could’ve cost everything! Damn it Saufinril! You know better than this! One of the guards walked towards his bench. Oh no. Oh no. He saw him. He saw him. Are his feet tucked? Did he breath out? Had something caught their eye? Was he charging magic unknowingly? That had happened before, especially when he was younger. Saufinril felt a rush of warmth and jittery energy. He was going to have to kill them. Here. Ok. He knew which spells. And he’d take the bodies to-

The front door opened.

The front door opened and Toivon walked out. Two guards near a unicorn topiary turned to look at him.

Shit, say something! First thing that comes to your mind!

“Shhhh!” Toivon hissed, “There’s people sleeping here!”

The guards didn’t reply. Toivon stepped back and closed the door.

“Was that an elf?” one of the guards asked

“I think so.” Saufinril could see their boots right in front of him, shuffling as they looked around. One of them took some steps to the right to look around. Saufinril steadied himself. The silence was suffocating.

“Must’ve been a shadow.”

“No, I saw it.”

“Then maybe you scared it away?” one of the guards sat down at the bench (fucking great) as he went on, “Get back to your part. I’ll stay around and see if he’s gone.” The first set of boots walked away, back to where he’d originally come from. The second set, annoyingly in front of the Altmer, remained seated for 5 too-long minutes before he stood up again, summoned a light, and went towards the left. Only after another minute had passed did Saufinril dare to slowly crawl out of the bench, now looking in all possible sides to make sure the zone was free before pulling himself out and pushing up.

He was wiping the grass and dirt from his clothes when he looked at the door and noticed the shadow on one side that indicated that the door was not shut close completely. He felt his heartbeat increase; had Toivon left it like this on purpose? Maybe he knew he was here. Looking around to know where to go and avoid more guards, Saufinril stuck to the shadows and advanced to the main entrance.

Toivon paced. That’s the only thing he’d thought of as a distraction. It was the worst distraction ever. What was he doing here?! It was well past midnight, of course. The meeting, the meeting, the damn meeting he couldn’t go to because someone needed a Dunmer to open their own door for him. There-

The door opened quick, Saufinril slid in, and closed the door behind himself. Immediately, Toivon grabbed his wrist and pulled him inside the house.

“Wh-”

“Shh!”

On they went. Toivon took him down a hallway Saufinril had just walked to this morning, but when Toivon pushed a door open the light of a lantern in the dining room made him close it immediately.

“Hello?” a feminine voice asked from the other side. Toivon, still grabbing Saufinril’s wrist, took him quickly back down the hallway and away. Down another hallway, on their left in an open door room there was another lantern light. They stopped on the side, pressed to the wall, waiting until the light moved away. Then they went on down the hallway. Toivon turned to the right, peered at a double door, then pushed it open and motioned Saufinril to follow.

It was an elegant room with a spinet, a table with two chairs and a whole big room for dancing. Too bad the total darkness enveloped everything, letting light from the hallway be the only moment both mer saw the instrument before the black engulfed them when they entered. Toivon closed the doors behind themselves and then went further down the room, followed by Saufinril. The heavy curtains kept any moonlight from filtering in, so they were both in complete darkness. Steady, secure, hiding darkness. The first one to talk was Toivon, who was (from what Saufinril could tell) in front of the Altmer.

“Sit down. What happened out there?” he asked in a hushed whisper as Saufinril held the ruffle of clothes, the patting of skin and the scuffle of shoes next to him as Toivon sat on the ground, “What are you doing here?”

“It was one’s mistake, one didn’t see the guard-” Saufinril explained as he himself sat on the cold ground too. He could guess he was next to Toivon, maybe facing him, based on the direction Toivon’s voice came from.

“Are you mad? Breaking in here like this?”

“One waited for you! One’s been in the spot since midnight!”

“I know! I wanted to be there, but the butler set me to wait for Hawkcroft.”

“Wait for him?” Saufinril’s voice was confused, “He’s not here?”

“No. He left for a meeting around six and hasn’t returned.”

There was a second of silence before Saufinril replied, “Armellon said this morning he had other commitments.”

“Uh, how do you know that?”

“He took the same carriage as one to The Marigold after breakfast today.” Toivon felt a small lump in his throat at that, but listened as the Altmer went on, “One thinks he suspects something. One can’t put a finger to what, but ever since the party he’s been transparent on his suspicions to one.”

“Damn.” Toivon whispered in a way Saufinril fleetingly thought was attractive, “If he keeps this sniffing, that lawyer could put a damp on this.”

“One has managed to keep him away for the most part. Have you found anything about La Zadine? Where it could be?”

“To be honest, nothing. Everybody acts like nothing went on, and Hawkcroft’s new security measures are at night. He doesn’t want anyone to see anything’s changed.”

“Interesting. You mean, he doesn’t want people to be alarmed?”

“Could be. This tells me La Zadine is more important than we thought.”

“Do you think if we find out why, we can figure out where it is?” Saufinril inquired

“It’s a theory. Ugh, this feels like it’s all over the place, where do we even start?” Toivon whispered

“One agrees. It’s a lot and this meeting was rushed.”

“I wouldn’t say rushed.” Toivon started

“We were set to meet almost forty-five to fifty minutes ago outside, you got set to watch the door and then one triggered the alarm and we had to run all around the manor to this cold room to have a chance to have a quick chat that one is sure has to end soon before Emmanuel comes or you’re missed. It was definitely rushed or botched, to say the least. Inconvenienced.”

Toivon let out a chuckle. It was a pleasant surprise.

“Fine. It was inconvenient. Tell you what. Starting on Turdas at midday, I have the afternoon and night off. I’ll get to The Marigold and we can talk more in depth about this. In the meantime, I’ll try to get as much information about La Zadine and Hawkcroft and just overall this whole mess. You do the same. We’ll discuss what we found.”

“Deal.”

The rustle of clothes, patter of hands on the ground and scuffling of shoes sounded again when they were getting up, but this time when Saufinril put a hand on the ground to push himself up, instead of touching the cold ground, what his palm and fingers set on was another warmer hand. He removed it immediately.

“Oh, sorry.” He whispered.

A second passed before Toivon’s voice whispered back an “Nevermind.”

The double doors of the room opened shyly, and again Toivon guided Saufinril past the maids doing their turns, down the hallways and open or closed doors until they got to the vestibule Saufinril had come on to. It was exactly how they’d left it, unless miraculously Hawkcroft realized he could open his own damn doors himself. Highly unlikely. Nobody was in the vestibule, no lights, no sound, no movement. Saufinril turned to Toivon.

“One can sneak out through the dining room and kitchens, then out to the backyard. Should be easy to get out from there.”

“Kitchen is too close to the servants quarters though, are you sure?”

Before Saufinril could reply, a sound of hooves and carriage wheels not too far from them made them turn to the door.

“Emmanuel’s carriage.”

“One is sure. See you on Turdas, The Marigold. Wait for one on the bottom floor, near the stage.” And with that, Saufinril silently darted to the dining room. Toivon resumed his position as he heard Emmanuel greeting the guards, then walk up the stairs. Toivon opened the door wide, letting Emmanuel in, who didn’t say a word and walked to the stairs. Toivon closed the door and walked behind Emmanuel to his room. It was 1 am now. A 7 hour meeting. And, Toivon narrowed his eyes, observing the Breton, Emmanuel’s hair was wet.

Without saying a word, Toivon opened the door for Emmanuel, who went in his room. The door closed, and Toivon headed down the stairs and hallways, finally to go to bed.

#behind the blue #btb #dunmer #breton #altmer #in which these two failed to make a plan B in case one of them couldn't show up #in which STEALTH #we hide in a dark room all alone the two of them ooh la la

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faceted-tourmaline · 5 years

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Just A Friend

@adrinetteapril

Day 1: Just A Friend

Alya catches up with Adrien at a gala, and has serious questions about the ring on Marinette's finger.

ao3

Fingers snapped in front of Adrien's face.

'Adrien!' Came a voice, 'Earth to Adrien!'

Adrien started, snapping out of his daydream. 'Whaz going on?'

It was Alya who was trying to get his attention, he suddenly recognised. 'Good, you're back. Listen, we have to get back to the gala soon or your Dad's going to evicerate us.'

'Right, right,' he said vaguely. 'What were we talking about?'

'I was just saying that I need you to get me backstage so I can get the good gossip. As my friend, I'm sure you could slip me in? The reporter's area is the worst.'

'I heard Nathalie had organised some of the finest champaigne in France for this thing, including for the press.'

Alya rolled her eyes. 'Sure, the canapés are to die for, but it's the only thing going. If that damn Paris Daily reporter asks me for my number one more time, I'm going to strangle him.'

'Fine, fine,' he waved his hand, 'but. No cameras, no recorders,' he checked them off his fingers, 'and no notebooks. Got that?'

Alya hung her head, but nodded. 'Got it. Memory only. Ok. It'll be so good to see Marinette, I haven't seen her in ages.' She smiled. 'Ever since she made it big she's been run off her feet, worse than usual.'

Together they started back towards the private entrance to the party.

'I think Nino's floating around, somehwere?' Adrien suggested.

'Oh, yeah, but he's buried in a sound booth in this labrynth of a house. I'll catch up with him after.'

They gained access past the door, the Gorilla giving a suspicious glance at Alya as they passed.

Alya waved back with a grin, before hurrying through the doorway.

'Listen,' Alya questioned over the noise, 'what's the deal with you and Marinette these days? All those gossip magazines have photos of you two going to places together.'

Adrien attempted to shrug. 'Since Father appointed her as one of his main designers, she's been going with me to a lot of my fittings. A lot of the lower designers run in fear of her these days.'

'Ok, ok,' Alya shook her head. 'But what's going on between you two?'

'She's just a friend.' Adrien shook his head firmly, with only a half second's hesitation. 'Look, there she is,' he pointed past her, and Alya turned.

Marinette was greeting some fellow partygoers and designers, and Alya's jaw dropped.

Alya elbowed Adrien as they headed over. '"Just a friend" when she looks like that?' She thrust her jaw to Marinette's stunning black with silver sparkles, sleeveless dress.

Adrien shrugged, but grinned.

'Hey girl! Long time no see!' Alya exclaimed when they got close. 'You look amazing.'

Marinette turned and smiled broadly. 'Alya! How are you?' The two girls kissed cheeks delicately. 'I've missed you so much!'

'That's because you haven't been returning my calls!' Alya nudged her gently.

Marinette's smile dropped slightly. 'Sorry, you know how it is,'

'I do, don't stress girl.' Alya shook her head. 'I've been so caught up with the Ladyblog that things have really gotten out of hand. I swear my blood is just coffee at this point.'

Marinette coloured prettily. 'Sorry, but what's on the Ladyblog? I haven't been able to keep up.' She said innocently.

'What? My god, no wonder you haven't been answering my calls. So let me be the first to tell you,' she brought her head in closer conspiratorily, 'Ladybug and Chat Noir got engaged!!'

Adrien grinned. 'It's been all she's talking about since it happened.'

Marinette looked at him for a moment, before looking back. 'How did you find that out?'

'Chat Noir let slip when I was talking to him.'

'I heard you'd bailed him up,' Adrien said.

Alya shook her head innocently. 'It was entirely of his own volition. Anyway, oh!' Alya suddenly seized Marinette's right hand. 'Girl, what is this?'

'Do you like it?' Marinette said shyly.

'Like it? Where did you get it? That rock looks like it comes with it's own butler.' Alya gasped. She couldn't help the glance she sent sideways at the carefully blank model's face next to her.

'It's not that big,' Marinette said selfconsciously. 'I just thought it was pretty.'

Alya huffed slightly. 'That's not nearly as exciting as it should be,' she glanced again sideways.

'Why?' Adrien questioned lightly, 'what should it be?'

Alya pouted slightly, before straightening. 'Well if you're going to be like that,' she waved at someone across the room, 'I want to get a word from your father about the Gala. Wait right here, I need to catch him before he flees.'

She turned on her heel and left, ignoring Adrien's warnings as she did.

'Hey, Marinette?' Adrien suddenly said, 'I think the bands changing, do you want to dance?'

She flushed, but nodded. 'Yes please.'

They hurried away to where the dance floor was, before assembling themselves into an easy waltz.

'Do you think she noticed?' She asked.

'Maybe?' He shrugged. 'I was channelling my inner fifteen-year-old "just a friend" vibes pretty hard.'

She pulled a face at him. 'Those were rough times, kitty.'

He grinned at her. 'It's only going to get better from here, my future Mrs Noir.'

#miraculous ladybug #marinette #adrien #my work

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adrinetteapril · 5 years

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Day 1: Just A Friend

Fingers snapped in front of Adrien’s face.

‘Adrien!’ Came a voice, ‘Earth to Adrien!’

Adrien started, snapping out of his daydream. 'Whaz going on?’

It was Alya who was trying to get his attention, he suddenly recognised. 'Good, you’re back. Listen, we have to get back to the gala soon or your Dad’s going to evicerate us.’

'Right, right,’ he said vaguely. 'What were we talking about?’

'I was just saying that I need you to get me backstage so I can get the good gossip. As my friend, I’m sure you could slip me in? The reporter’s area is the worst.’

'I heard Nathalie had organised some of the finest champaigne in France for this thing, including for the press.’

Alya rolled her eyes. 'Sure, the canapés are to die for, but it’s the only thing going. If that damn Paris Daily reporter asks me for my number one more time, I’m going to strangle him.’

'Fine, fine,’ he waved his hand, 'but. No cameras, no recorders,’ he checked them off his fingers, 'and no notebooks. Got that?’

Alya hung her head, but nodded. 'Got it. Memory only. Ok. It’ll be so good to see Marinette, I haven’t seen her in ages.’ She smiled. 'Ever since she made it big she’s been run off her feet, worse than usual.’

Together they started back towards the private entrance to the party.

'I think Nino’s floating around, somehwere?’ Adrien suggested.

'Oh, yeah, but he’s buried in a sound booth in this labrynth of a house. I’ll catch up with him after.’

They gained access past the door, the Gorilla giving a suspicious glance at Alya as they passed.

Alya waved back with a grin, before hurrying through the doorway.

'Listen,’ Alya questioned over the noise, 'what’s the deal with you and Marinette these days? All those gossip magazines have photos of you two going to places together.’

Adrien attempted to shrug. 'Since Father appointed her as one of his main designers, she’s been going with me to a lot of my fittings. A lot of the lower designers run in fear of her these days.’

'Ok, ok,’ Alya shook her head. 'But what’s going on between you two?’

'She’s just a friend.’ Adrien shook his head firmly, with only a half second’s hesitation. 'Look, there she is,’ he pointed past her, and Alya turned.

Marinette was greeting some fellow partygoers and designers, and Alya’s jaw dropped.

Alya elbowed Adrien as they headed over. ’“Just a friend” when she looks like that?’ She thrust her jaw to Marinette’s stunning black with silver sparkles, sleeveless dress.

Adrien shrugged, but grinned.

'Hey girl! Long time no see!’ Alya exclaimed when they got close. 'You look amazing.’

Marinette turned and smiled broadly. 'Alya! How are you?’ The two girls kissed cheeks delicately. 'I’ve missed you so much!’

'That’s because you haven’t been returning my calls!’ Alya nudged her gently.

Marinette’s smile dropped slightly. 'Sorry, you know how it is,’

'I do, don’t stress girl.’ Alya shook her head. 'I’ve been so caught up with the Ladyblog that things have really gotten out of hand. I swear my blood is just coffee at this point.’

Marinette coloured prettily. 'Sorry, but what’s on the Ladyblog? I haven’t been able to keep up.’ She said innocently.

'What? My god, no wonder you haven’t been answering my calls. So let me be the first to tell you,’ she brought her head in closer conspiratorily, ’Ladybug and Chat Noir got engaged!!’

Adrien grinned. 'It’s been all she’s talking about since it happened.’

Marinette looked at him for a moment, before looking back. 'How did you find that out?’

'Chat Noir let slip when I was talking to him.’

'I heard you’d bailed him up,’ Adrien said.

Alya shook her head innocently. 'It was entirely of his own volition. Anyway, oh!’ Alya suddenly seized Marinette’s right hand. 'Girl, what is this?’

'Do you like it?’ Marinette said shyly.

'Like it? Where did you get it? That rock looks like it comes with it’s own butler.’ Alya gasped. She couldn’t help the glance she sent sideways at the carefully blank model’s face next to her.

'It’s not that big,’ Marinette said selfconsciously. 'I just thought it was pretty.’

Alya huffed slightly. 'That’s not nearly as exciting as it should be,’ she glanced again sideways.

'Why?’ Adrien questioned lightly, 'what should it be?’

Alya pouted slightly, before straightening. 'Well if you’re going to be like that,’ she waved at someone across the room, 'I want to get a word from your father about the Gala. Wait right here, I need to catch him before he flees.’

She turned on her heel and left, ignoring Adrien’s warnings as she did.

'Hey, Marinette?’ Adrien suddenly said, 'I think the bands changing, do you want to dance?’

She flushed, but nodded. 'Yes please.’

They hurried away to where the dance floor was, before assembling themselves into an easy waltz.

'Do you think she noticed?’ She asked.

'Maybe?’ He shrugged. 'I was channelling my inner fifteen-year-old “just a friend” vibes pretty hard.’

She pulled a face at him. 'Those were rough times, kitty.’

He grinned at her. 'It’s only going to get better from here, my future Mrs Noir.’

Fingers snapped in front of Adrien’s face.

'Adrien!’ Came a voice, 'Earth to Adrien!’