#ml oneshot

[chronicallylatetotheparty]

Universe 180330: Android

Summary: Gabriel decides to tell Adrien the truth about Hawkmoth while Adrien stumbles onto a truth of his own.

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There was no blood.

Skin, or what should have been skin, peeled back to reveal metal bones and veins of wire.

"Kid..."

Adrien pulled on the fake tissue. Watching as the biomimicry of his internal structure flexed in response to the pain that didn't come.

"Kid!"

He remembered his fifth birthday. Standing on the chair to blow out his candles because his body was too small. Remembered when he peeled off the tux that was squeezing him because he'd grown too big for it. Adrien remembered his childhood...

Didn't he?

"Adrien!"

His eyes snapped into focus. Plagg trying to pry his fingers away from the flap of fake skin that Adrien was pulling, pulling, pull-

Adrien let go and collapsed to his knees. Whatever technology he was made out of already working to repair him. The numbness fading and a burning itch taking it's place.

Fake pain. To prevent... damage.

A paw was placed on his cheek. Big green eyes gazing into his. Moisture congealed on the surface of his optical receptors. Simulating tears.

"P-Plagg?" His voice broke. "D-does this mean I c-can't be Chat Noir anymore?"

Plagg's tail stilled. "... You're not getting rid of me that easily," he promised.

Adrien nodded as his artificial heart slowed. The servos in his legs taking a long time to reboot.

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Gabriel stared at images of the silver ring on his son's finger.

The shape was uncanny.

The people in charge of Adrien's photoshoots reported that he often disappeared when there was an akuma... Not that that said much, considering.

But there was also the Simon Says incident. One of his many blunders.

Chat Noir's temper reminded him so vividly of Emilie.

Gabriel straightened his back. No use wondering. He made his way quickly to Adrien's room and threw open the door without knocking.

"Adrien, I have something important to-"

His son's room was empty.

"What!? Nathalie!"

Nathalie and the bodyguard Gabriel was starting to think was slightly overrated rushed to him at his yell.

"Where is my son!? Find him!" Gabriel snapped.

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Adrien didn't remember when Solitude first came out.

Understandable. He wasn't "born" yet. But that did mean that this film was the only recording of his mother that wasn't carefully curated for his consumption.

He wasn't sure what he was hoping to glean from it but... "Having a mechanical brain that records everything has to be good for something," he thought aloud.

"Like sniffing out that one bit of cheese that's gotten too rotten?" Plagg asked.

Translation: finding a clue about how much of his "life" actually happened.

"Is there such a thing as too rotten with you?" Adrien deflected with a smile instead.

"You'd be surprised." Plagg hid as they came into view of the movie theater.

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Gabriel suddenly remembered that Adrien had come into his office earlier that day to ask for something... But Gabriel was too engrossed in the question of Chat Noir to pay attention to him.

What ... What was Adrien feeling when he came in?

He should know. The Butterfly made him know. Always. He couldn't turn it off.

But he could shut it out...

Suddenly the idea of akumatizing his son's bodyguard no longer felt like the smart move.

Gabriel ignored Nooroo's questioning look as he stopped fidgeting with the Butterfly brooch and reattached his tie. Activating the hidden elevator to decend from his lair.

He dialed the bodyguard and waited for the answering click. "I know where he is. Let him finish watching the film then escort him back once it ends."

Hanging up, Gabriel gazed up at the portrait of his comatose wife.

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Adrien wiped at his photo receptors as the credits rolled.

The film was a passion project between friends with too much money. Which showed in clunky dialogue and weird scene transitions. And yet... Maman was an amazing actress. Embodying the isolation someone could feel even while surrounded by people.

The servos in his fingers whirled as his digits approximated a fist. It wasn't fair. Adrien didn't even have a heart just simulated responses.

It shouldn't hurt this much to see himself reflected in his mother's character.

His facial recognition detected the Gorilla a few rows behind him as Adrien stood. Here to guard Father's favorite toy.

Adrien barely acknowledged him as he walked back to the vehicle. Logic algorithms malfunctioning as he was temporarily overcome with the desire to have been born a car.

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Gabriel stared at the expressionless mask of his son's face. Adrien had his mother's eyes. Gabriel had insisted on getting the color just right.

"Adrien-" Gabriel cleared his throat. "There is something I have to tell you."

"I'm not real."

"...What?"

Adrien's optical receptors simulated the reddening response as internal moisturizer was released. He walked up to one of the statues in his maker's office and punched the stone as hard as he could. Cracks spiderwebbing from the impact.

"Adrien!"

Pulling back his fist Adrien's optical receptors focused on the joints of his digits. "I'm not real."

"No!" Gabriel grabbed his son's hand. Fingers ghosting over his knuckles where synthetic flesh revealed metal bones. Hands freezing as realization hit him like a meteorite. "...How long?"

"Long enough." Adrien snatched his hand out of Gabriel's grasp as he stepped back.

"Adrien... son-"

"Don't." The tears in his eyes started to spill over. "Don't call me that. I'm not your son. You don't see me as a son. I'm just your fancy doll-"

"That's not true!" Gabriel insisted. "You mean everything to me!"

"Oh, yeah?" Adrien scowled. "Then how come you're never around!? How come I need an appointment just to ask if I can see Maman's movie!? How come I can't call you dad!?" Adrien's words echoed in the high walls of the mansion as his voice rose.

"... Nooroo, transforme-moi."

Adrien scrambled back. "No. No!"

"You are so much like your mother," Hawkmoth said, eyes gentle. "She wanted a son so badly before the end. So I moved heaven and earth to build her one. When we made you I wanted you to be just like her." His transformation fell as he reached out a hand to caress Adrien's cheek.

His son flinched from his touch.

... Gabriel let his hand fall. "You gave her such life Adrien. You gave her years the doctors said she didn't have because she wanted to spend more time with you."

For over a decade she clung to life for you. Developing plans and perfecting your future bodies so it would be like you were growing up like any other child."

"Astro Boy... She called me Astro Boy."

"Yes," Gabriel laughed. "She said it was my fault. For infecting her with my sense of humor."

"... Why?" Adrien asked, a thousand questions in a single word.

"I... I had to get her back. It wasn't fair! To take her from us when we had so much left to do! I... See her in you. Some days so strongly it hurts and I couldn't-" Gabriel took a shakey breath. "I couldn't bring myself to tell you. Any of it."

Adrien wiped at the tears in his eyes. Heart drumming in his chest. "So... I'm just a pet robot that looks too much like your wife."

"No! Adrien, no! I-"

"I'll be in my room." Adrien ran out of his father's office.

Leaving Gabriel alone. Like he had done so many times before.

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Things were... Awkward after that.

Not least because Gabriel actually showed up for meals and attempted to engage with Adrien's questions about his own nature.

"How come I get hungry?"

"Some of your synthetic components require organic fuel."

"Is that why you control my diet so much."

"Well, yes."

"I want to know what I shouldn't be eating. And why. It's my body. I should be the one to decide what goes in it."

"Nathalie will give you a list."

"... Does she know?"

"...Yes."

Adrien stood abruptly, breakfast half eaten. "Excuse me, Father. I'm late for school."

Gabriel did not point out that he was in fact an hour early.

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"How old was my first body."

"About three years. That is also the amount of time you spent in it before we transferred your consciousness to your five year old form."

"...How does it work?"

Gabriel shifted awkwardly. "Your old body is connected to your new one and-"

Adrien shook his head. "No, I mean, how am I built?"

In retrospect Adrien should've known seeing his past selves was going to be super creepy.

Even creepier than seeing his future body suspended in a fluid solution. His synthetic skin only grown down to the first abdomen. Leaving his gut and legs' inner workings exposed. The metal-synth musculature was a lot more anatomical than Adrien thought it would be.

It was a strangely comforting thought. That his future body would be even more human than his current one. Almost enough to offset the odd feeling of watching yourself sleep.

Gabriel cleared his throat. "Every iteration is more advanced than the last. We may even be able to eliminate the filter problem with feathers in your adult self."

"I was wondering about that." Actually, Adrien was wondering if he could get abs in his next body but was too self conscious to ask.

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Learning about himself was so distracting that it took Adrien a while to notice that Hawkmoth hadn't sent out an akuma since Gabriel revealed himself.

Or maybe he was simply avoiding having to deal with it. Adrien thought as he walked to his father's office. It was past the time Gabriel was usually busy with work but...

"Adrien. It's late. Isn't it a school night?"

"It's not that late," Adrien muttered, ignoring the silly warm feeling in his chest. "Father... You haven't akumatized anyone in a while."

Gabriel paused. His fingers saved his work and exited out of the program before giving his son his full attention. "I... Realized that I could only keep going as Hawkmoth... if I ignored your pain."

"... Oh."

Gabriel removed his tie and stared at the broach.

Nooroo floated out of his hiding place. "Master?"

"Hello," Adrien stepped closer as he held out his pinky finger for the kwami to shake. "What's your name?"

"I am Nooroo. Pleasure to meet you properly, Adrien." Nooroo shook Adrien's offered pinky with his own appendage.

"Is he what empowers the Miraculous?" Adrien asked, hand gliding over Plagg's hiding place.

"... What do you really want to ask me, Adrien?"

Adrien took a deep breath. "Don't you think it's time Nooroo went back to his own family?"

Gabriel stilled. "You... Want me to give them my Miraculous?"

"Please, dad!" Adrien walked up to his maker and held his hand in both of his.

He looked down at his son's pleading eyes. He could see it. Eventually, the temptation would be too great. The pain of this moment would fade among the sea of his grief and he would fall back into old habits.

And his son would suffer again.

Gabriel let go of the Butterfly and let it fall into Adrien's hands. "O-okay," he breathed. "Okay."

Relief bloomed on Adrien's face as he wrapped his arms around his dad. Gabriel returning the embrace.

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"Dude, I can't believe you're a robot!"

Adrien's face fell.

"That's so cool!"

His head snapped up to find Nino's eyes sparkling in awe.

"Y-you don't think it's weird?"

"Eh," Nino wrapped an arm around Adrien's shoulders. "Normal's overrated."

Adrien smiled shyly. "Sorry I didn't tell you sooner."

"Hey," Nino moved so his hands were on Adrien's shoulders and he was looking his best friend straight in the eye. "I get it. I still haven't come out to my parents even though I know they'll be chill about me being bi. You've got nothing to be sorry about my dude. I'm- I'm glad you told me.

Adrien wiped the blurryness out of his eyes. "Y-yeah."

Nino grinned "Now, c'mon bro! What kinda superpowers you got?"

"Well..." Adrien eyed the desk Nino had snuck into the boiler room. Carefully grabbing the edges to distribute it's weight more evenly. Lifting with his legs Adrien held the thing over his head.

Nino's eyes tried to pop out of his head. "Oh that is sick bro!"

Adrien set down the desk and rubbed the back of his neck. Smiling at Nino's reaction.

They fist bumped as the bell rang. Hurrying to class. Adrien felt so much lighter. He might not have revealed himself as Chat Noir but this... This was good.

He'd talk to Markov later. See if his... Compatriot? Could shed some light on being a robot. Who knows? Adrien grinned. He might even pick up a new trick or two.

#adrien agreste #ml #miraculous ladybug #ml au #android #ml fic #ml oneshot #gabriel agreste #plagg #nino lahiffe

[mairmeetsmiraculous]

to appreciate a cat (noir)

A very fluffy Chat Noir appreciation day oneshot for International Cat Day.

Read on Ao3

Tags: Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir Needs a Hug, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir Gets a Hug, no beta we die like emilie, Chat Noir fluff, international cat day is now chat noir day, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir Appreciation, LadyNoir, Platonic Marichat

Summary: A certain cat themed superhero is given a day full of respect and appreciation by his city and his friends, in honor of International Cat Day.

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Mid-August was one of Chat Noir’s favorite times of year. Most of the locals found themselves on vacations with their families for at least a week or two, and the streets were littered with more tourists than people who would recognize him, or expect something from him. It was the perfect time to watch his city and go unnoticed.

And that was what he did, perched above the city on the peak of an apartment building. The late afternoon sun was bright on his back, and if he’d truly been a cat, he would have sprawled out under its rays long ago for a sweet afternoon nap. He yawned quietly, stretching his arms over his head and struggling to keep himself standing for a moment. When the yawn had passed, it left behind a dust of sleepiness and he leaned against the chimney behind him, tipping his head back to absorb the light for just a moment…

“-Noir! Chat Noir, are you okay?” echoed a familiar voice from down below him. His eyes blinked open, struggling to stay like that as he looked down.

“Alya?” he asked, stumbling a little as he pushed off from the chimney and slid down his staff to ground level. “How can I help you, good citizen?”

Alya rolled her eyes, raising a brow at him. “Are you alright? I called out to you several times,” she said, the concern in her expression wrinkling her forehead.

“Of course! Just resting my eyes,” he said, grinning. “Takes plenty of beauty rest to make these cat eyes look so good,” he added with a wink and a slight laugh, leaning against his staff at his side.

“Do you normally drool while ‘resting your eyes’?” she asked, a grin of her own slipping onto her lips as she pulled up a photo on her phone.

The screen contained an image of Chat Noir, slumped back against the chimney and slack-jawed, looking dead to the entire world, and sure enough, a trail of drool glistening at the corner of his lips.

Chat could feel his entire face flame up, redness flaring up from under his skin as he stared at the photo in horror. He swiped at the side of his mouth hastily. “Delete that, I am begging you, Alya,” he pleaded, reaching for her phone immediately.

She danced out of reach, backing up and holding her phone close to her chest. “Why? Scared a certain someone will see you slacking off on patrol? Or is it just that it’s an unflattering angle?”

“First of all, I have no unflattering angles,” he said, reaching out again for the phone only for her to dodge the attempt once again. “And second, we don’t even have any scheduled patrols, I’m out here for personal gain!”

Read the rest on Ao3!

#marimeetswriting #miraculous ladybug #chat noir #adrien agreste #ml fluff #ml oneshot #ml fanfic #ladynoir #platonic marichat #alya and chat noir are best buds #mywriting

[sallertiafabrica]

All Is Fair in Tickle War

Homework has no place in tickle war.

For @kronehaze’s prompt list. Day 23 - Silliness

guess who remembered they can use read more for longer fics?

(Ao3 link)

She extended an arm over the small fan on her desk, the bright ribbons trying to fly away from it only succeeding in tickling her arm. Marinette thought for a moment—more like stared at the fan with a “thinking face” for a few seconds, she lost the ability to actually think earlier, during today’s homework date—then picked it up and pointed the flighting ribbons to her homework partner’s face.

Félix shrieked at the sudden gust of air and red stripes tickling his face, flailing the book in his hand in the attack’s direction.

Marinette hastily placed the fan back on the desk, bending under it to escape Félix’s counterattacks and to hold the laughter in her stomach. She failed immensely in both.

“What was that for?” a flushed Félix asked, eyes snapping from her to the fan as he slowly realized what happened.

Marinette fell back on her chair, biting her lips to muffle her laughter, and shrugged. Félix squinted at her, then humphed as he straightened up in his seat and reached for the textbook again.

She leaned an elbow on the desktop, chin on her knuckle, and pulled her own textbook over. She gazed at it for a total of twenty-two seconds and sixty-four leg bounces before she glanced at Félix.

He idly tapped his pencil on his notebook, lips pursing slightly as he gazed at the textbook slightly under it. His skin was at its usual pale tone again and he soundlessly mouthed the words, which meant he was actually focused on what he read and not just looking at it to seem like he was reading. He seemed peaceful.

Marinette reached over with her toe and tickled his foot through the sole of his sock.

This shriek was shriekier than the last, and Marinette full on cackled as he stumbled out of his chair.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” She shot up and ran to him, genuinely worried that he fell over, but still unable to contain her laughter. “Are you hurt? I–” Félix reached past her offered hand and grabbed her wrist, pulling her to the floor besides him, a shriek of her own falling out.

Slightly dazed, she tried to sit up, but millions of feathers wafted up her arm, then around her neck, and she fell to her back, curling up on herself as laughter broke out of her chest. She tried to push Félix away, but the paintbrush stroking over her nape and cheek crushed all her defenses and she could just barely reach his face and arm.

“I wield! I–” She wheezed. “I wield!”

Félix halted, fluffy brush held threateningly over her throat as he narrowed his eyes at her. Marinette just smiled innocently, muscles relaxing now that no tickling weapon was being used.

He cautiously stood up, brush still extended in her direction. Marinette hopped up, hands up to show surrender. He hummed, then slightly turned away.

Grave mistake.

Marinette kicked the nearest pillow on the floor up and whacked it on him.

Félix eeped, raising his arm to cover his face then jumped to another pillow, ducking from Marinette’s onslaught. He used it to parry her next attack, then threw a ball of yarn she hadn’t seen him taking over it.

It hit her and Félix used the distraction to run to the attic’s loft.

“Hey!”

Marinette pulled the bed covers under him, making him fumble. He kicked it off to the floor, crawling further onto the loft, as he raised two pillows over his head with a wicked grin.

Marinette snatched up her basket, yarns falling to the floor, to deflect the attacks as she ran towards the desk. She jumped on it, raising her head over the loft’s ledge as Félix fell back on the bed on it. He shoved his socked foot on her face, but Marinette held firm, pushing herself up with all her might and tickling him.

Félix fell laughing on the bed, blindly kicking in her direction in a meek attempt to stop the tickling storm, but Marinette wouldn’t be easily defeated.

He pushed his head closer to Marinette’s, a hand going to her hair, taking advantage of the millisecond of confusion at his face being suddenly so close to press their lips together.

“That’s cheating!” Marinette yelped, giggling as she fumbled on the desk.

Félix shrugged, biting his lip, the red in his face matching Marientte’s own face. “All’s fair in tickle war!”

More giggles filled the room, their homework laying forgotten on the desk as pillows, yarns, and fabric flew at their faces. Marinette had gotten one of her feather earrings and was using it as her main tickling weapon while Félix gathered all the brushes he could find, also using a canvas as a shield.

She didn’t know how much time had passed, and Félix would most definitely get a tiny bit mad once he remembered they were supposed to be doing homework, but the mirth in his eyes, his laughter, and on the kisses he’d steal from her was more than worth it.

Then, footsteps thumped up the stairs from the other side of the attic’s door.

“Marinette? Félix?”

As quick as lightning, they both rushed back to their seats. Plopping on her chair, Marinette raised the first textbook she put her hands on over her face as Félix pulled the chair by her side and grabbed the other side of the book to also look at it.

The trapdoor creaked open and Sebastian’s head poked into the room. He blinked at the disarrayed room, turning from the uncovered bed, to the thrown pillows, to the toppled basket, and the scattered yarns. Finally, he settled his gaze on the teens that had obviously done some kind of exertion staring inconspicuously at him, heads tilted as if his presence was the only unusual thing in this room.

He clicked his tongue, opening his mouth, but seemed to think better of it and just said, “Dinner’s in an hour, don’t tear the place down before then.”

“Sure thing!”

“Hmhm.”

The trapdoor clicked shut.

Marinette and Félix sighed relievedly then turned to reorganize their materials. A peaceful lull fell over them as the scrapes of pencil and the fan’s whirr overtook all other sounds. Marinette lasted forty-eight leg bounces before reaching for the fan.

#my writing #ml oneshot #ficlet #Marinette Cheng #Felix Culpa #Felix Sphinx #felinette #felinette fanfic #miraculous ladybug #ml au #Sebastian Cheng #Felix Month

[miraculart]

Snow Silence- ML Oneshot

The crisp night air hit the back of Luka’s throat harshly, catching his breath before he could finish inhaling fully. He admired Winter for many reasons. He admired the gracefulness of the snow drifting aimlessly from the clouds. He admired the cool breeze for its persistence, though the chill crawls through his spine. But mostly, the musician in him admired the special kind of sound that came with the first falling of snow. Not sound necessarily, but the silence, snow silence.

As his foot lands in a puff of snow, the only sound he can hear is his breath, and the jingle of the chain dangling from his pocket. With each successive step, more of the same. Snow silence is a lonely silence. In the dark of the night, during the first big snow, when everyone is huddled away in their homes. Seldom a car passes on the street, but the intrusions are few, and far in between. He imagines that this is what true isolation must sound like. The muffled footsteps, the foggy breath, the jingle of a chain, a passing car, and silence.

Snow silence is a thoughtful silence. The quiet around him seems to urge his thoughts to speak louder, take up more presence. “What does he have to do tomorrow?” “How is it so quiet?” “Do i have homework?” “I’m running late.” He shivers as a gust crawls by, parting his hair in awkward angles, cutting a chill straight to his core. The longer he walks, the more thoughts seem to clutter his mind and the harder it is to discern them from one another. It’s just white noise now. More snow, just a different kind.

Snow silence is an anxious silence. With thoughts running rampant, every movement, every feeling, every noise makes his heart leap with fear. The silence is unnerving and untrustworthy. If his own steps are so quiet, who’s to say someone else isn’t creeping behind him? That a burglar might be hiding behind the next corner? The next car that drives by makes him jump a bit. He shakes his head, long hair brushing over his face and eyes. He feels paranoid.

He arrives home, grateful to make it safely, and hesitates as he approaches the door. The jangle of his keys marks the break of the silence. Already the sounds of warmth, mirth, and joy seep through the cracks of the windows with rays of light, marking the celebration of family and friends. Smells of baked treats, roasted meals, and a warm fire leak through fireplace smoke, enticing his taste buds. He turns back for a moment, towards the dark, empty night. The street lamp shines a muddy orange over a bench covered with a blanket of snow, undisturbed, still. It sparkles in the low light, brightening the starless, clouded night. The scene is inviting, calm and peaceful. And silent.

He drags a deep, freezing breath in, wincing as the cold air hits his throat in full force. How could he capture that moment? That stillness? That tranquility? The scene is perfectly set for a moving composition. He closes his eyes, peering into his own thoughts and feelings. For the first time in a long while, no melody fills his ears. Just serene, snowy silence.

He frowns, the corners of his lips pulling tightly in the dry air. There’s a poetic nuance to the silence in the snow. What a deep piece that would be, to capture the anxiety, the stillness, the unsettling loneliness and the welcoming gentleness of isolation. Yet nothing crosses his mind that could begin to capture those feelings.

With a heavy sigh, he turns his key and pushes through the door, sounds and sights of warm, welcoming cheer invite him in. For now, the snow silence will have to wait.

#miraculous ladybug #luka couffaine #miraculous fanfic #ml oneshot #fanfic #trying to get back into this #one word at a time

[heartfulselkie]

The mockery of his laugh had always made her want to punch Griffe in the face, but now the thought wasn't even crossing her mind. The teasing tone in his voice and smugness of his grin had faded, his cocky attitude dissolving into something more genuine. Was that what his real laugh sounded like? Was that what his real smile looked like?

This takes place immediately after the end of the Paris Special so there are spoilers!

Saw the special. Had a cry over the blorbos. Bon appétit.

#ml paris special #griffe noir #toxinelle #toxigriffe #claw noir #shadybug #miraculous ladybug #miraculous ladybug fanfic #miraculous fanfic #miraculous ladybug fanfiction #miraculous fanfiction #oneshot #my work

[nana-mizu-shiki]

It good. Read. Kudo. Do it.

#i need more fics like this #maribat #marinette dupain cheng #daminette #damian wayne #damian al ghul #oneshot #ao3 prompt #ao3 kudos #ao3feed #ao3 fanfic #ao3 #fanfic #fanfiction #dc #dcu #ml salt fic #mlb #mL #miraculous lb #miraculous ladybug #miraculoustalesofladybugandcatnoir #50 words #short fiction #short fic #like #short short #adrien agreste #lila rossi

[winxanity-ii]

𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐌𝐄

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ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: fluff? angst?? Should i just create my own genre, lol

‌🇷‌🇦‌🇹‌🇮‌🇳‌🇬‌: non-explicit(?)Idk y'all i made this kinda edgy

🇵‌🇴‌🇻‌: 2nd person; You/Your

🇩‌🇪‌🇸‌🇨‌🇷‌🇮‌🇵‌🇹‌🇮‌🇴‌🇳‌: in which, the world you knew, the hierarchies you trusted, and the persona you donned are all called into question by a single, impulsive act.

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🇦‌/🇳‌‌: Y'all forgive me, I wanted to be mean to deku🫣 also, inspired by one of my fav bloggers @yanderenightmare AMAZING Alpha!Katsuki x Omega!Reader oneshot here. Plz check it out, y'all it's so well written i wanna snort it like coke 😩❤️❤️

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You've always known you were destined for greatness, coming from a long line of superhero alphas whose feats were the stuff of legend. From the moment you could understand the world around you, your ears were filled with tales of valor and strength, stories of how your ancestors used their formidable quirks to save lives and maintain peace.

It was no surprise, then, that on your 5th birthday, amidst the excitement and anticipation, your own quirk manifested, revealing an ability to manipulate plants, control their growth at will, and harness their natural forces.

This power was not just an extension of your being; it was a testament to the lineage you hailed from, a legacy you were born to continue.

With each passing year, your pride swelled. It became not just a part of you but defined you. By the time you presented as an alpha on your 15th birthday, you were fully entrenched in the belief system that had been passed down through generations.

The world, as you saw it, was divided among alphas, betas, and omegas, with alphas reigning supreme. To you, it was the natural order of things, a hierarchy that had always been and would always be.

High school became your kingdom, a place where you could assert your dominance, surrounded by beta and alpha lackeys who hung on your every word, eager to witness your next act of superiority.

You thrived on the attention, on the power it gave you, wearing each detention like a badge of honor, a symbol of your unyielding spirit and refusal to conform.

It was just another ordinary day when you caught sight of her, Uraraka, a small, timid omega girl trying to navigate the crowded hallway on her way to lunch. Her mere presence felt like an unwitting challenge to your authority. "Oh, Uraraka," you hissed, her name rolling off your tongue with a predatory sneer, as you backed her into a corner. "Always trying to blend in, aren't you? But we both know that's impossible for someone like you."

Her eyes widened, a clear sign of her fear, as she stuttered your name in reply, looking down with her shoulders hunched in a vain attempt to make herself smaller, to disappear from your imposing presence.

"H-Hi, L/N-san," Uraraka managed, her voice barely above a whisper, betraying the turmoil swirling inside her.

"Oh, come now, Uraraka, you don't need to be so formal with me," you cooed mockingly, watching as she curled further in on herself, as if trying to escape your gaze by sheer will. "We're just having a friendly chat, aren't we?" Your words dripped with sarcasm, each one designed to undermine her already wavering confidence.

The sight of her, so vulnerable and afraid, only spurred you on. "It's just, I can't help but notice how... out of place you seem among us. It's almost as if you don't belong here." Your tone was casual, as if you were commenting on the weather, but the underlying malice was clear.

Uraraka's response was to curl in on herself even more, if that was possible, her arms wrapping around her books like a shield against your words. Her attempt to make herself smaller, to hide from your scrutiny, only made her stand out more in the crowded hallway.

"You’re an Omega. You know that means you’re nothing to us Alphas, right? You're here for nothing but our will and pleasure," you taunted, your canines flashing in a display of undisputed dominance. The predatory glint in your eyes mirrored the sharpness of your words, each syllable aimed to wound.

"And useless—don’t forget how dumb they are without us!" chimed in one of your beta lackeys, his laughter echoing your own, fueling your disdain and sharpening your smile. His contribution was like adding fuel to the fire, encouraging you to continue the barrage of insults, enjoying the power you wielded over Uraraka with just a few cruel words.

"Yeah, always stumbling over your own feet, aren't you, Uraraka? It's like watching a toddler." Your chuckle was harsh, imbued with a cruelty that you knew hit deep. You reached out, not to pull at her hair this time, but to lightly tap her forehead, mocking her inability to retaliate. "Remember last time? When you tried to stand up for yourself? That was hilarious."

Her tears, now brimming in her wide, brown eyes, made them glisten, a testament to her vulnerability. The sight, instead of eliciting sympathy, bolstered your sense of superiority. "Y-You're so mean to m-me, Y-Y/N-chan," she hiccuped, her voice quivering like a delicate leaf in the wind, pressing herself further into the wall as if it could shield her from your words.

Your moment of triumph was abruptly interrupted by a sharp "Hey!" Turning your head, you saw him—Aizawa, an omega teacher, yet his presence commanded a respect that even the alphas hesitated to challenge.

Your lackeys, ever the cowards when actual confrontation loomed, scattered, leaving you standing alone. "Tch, pussies," you hissed under your breath, rolling your eyes at their retreating backs.

With a heavy sigh, you recognized the end of your entertainment and pushed yourself away from the tearful omega. "Here we go," you muttered, bracing yourself for the inevitable lecture. Despite Aizawa's omega status, there was an undeniable aura of authority around him, a quiet strength that demanded attention and obedience.

His face, usually impassive, now bore a frown of disappointment, his gaze barely glancing over Uraraka's tearful, shaking form before locking eyes with you. "Detention," he stated simply, his voice firm, leaving no room for argument.

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☆ Letting out a string of curses under your breath, you storm out of the detention room, the school corridors bathed in an orange glow as the sun begins to set. The scolding from Aizawa for bullying, followed by an after-school detention, didn't phase you in the slightest. What truly irked you was the inconvenience of missing the scheduled bus ride, which meant a long walk home from school.

Still simmering with anger, you couldn't help but wonder how Aizawa had managed to catch you in the act. It was usually an alpha or beta teacher patrolling the halls, and they always let you off with a mere slap on the wrist, dismissing your behavior as "growing hormones." But this time, it was different. Aizawa had given you a thorough chewing out, emphasizing how unfair it was to use your secondary gender against Uraraka and lecturing about "respect" and other ideals you tuned out with a grumble.

You couldn't help but wonder if someone had tipped him off.

As you were about to round the corner, a familiar timid voice caught your attention. "T-thank you for alerting the staff, once again."

"It was no issue, but you need to understand I'm not going to always be around. You have to start standing up for yourself," replied a voice you didn't recognize.

Curiosity piqued, you peeked around the corner only to find Uraraka standing before a stranger. From your vantage point, you could only see his back and the unmistakable fluffy green hair.

Uraraka stuttered out another thank you, giving him a short bow before hurrying away. You watched, hidden from view, as the figure turned back to his locker to pack up for the day. The sight of his side profile, as he obliviously continued with his routine, only fueled your anger further. How dare he interfere and get you in trouble? Who did he think he was? Watching him leave, you made a silent vow to remember his face, to exact revenge when the opportunity presented itself.

The encounter with the nameless savior did more than just bruise your ego; it sparked a fiery obsession within you. His unassuming demeanor and fluffy green hair, coupled with his audacity to challenge your authority, marked him as your next target.

In the weeks that followed your initial encounter, your focus on him sharpened to an obsession. Every moment not spent in class or detention was dedicated to gathering information on him.

It was during lunch one day, as you sat in the crowded cafeteria, that you spotted him again. He was on the other end, sitting alone, his lunch tray in front of him as he pored over a notebook, completely engrossed in whatever he was writing. The sight of him, isolated yet content in his solitude, piqued your interest even further.

In a moment of passing curiosity, you leaned over to a Beta—Kaminari—sitting next to you, one of the many who sought to curry favor with you. "Who's that?" you asked nonchalantly, your nod was subtle as you directed his attention towards the greenette without making it obvious.

The Beta's eyes lit up at the opportunity to provide information, eager to gain your attention and perhaps, your approval.

Darting his eyes towards the aforementioned male, then quickly back to you, a frown forms on Kaminari's face as if the topic left a bad taste in his mouth. "That's Izuku Midoriya," he said, his voice laced with a hint of disdain. "He's an Omega, but thinks he's something special. Always going on about being a hero, as if he could ever stand a chance."

Interest piqued, you continued to watch Izuku, your curiosity deepening with the Beta's every word. "He's a target for bullies, especially Katsuki Bakugou. But it's his own fault, always trying to play the hero, sticking his nose where it doesn't belong," he added, his frown deepening.

The mention of Katsuki, an alpha known for his volatile temperament, intrigued you further. "Bakugou, huh?" you mused, more to yourself than to the Beta beside you.

"Yeah, and Midoriya just takes it. Never fights back. Thinks he's being noble or something," Kaminari scoffed, shaking his head in disapproval. "It's pathetic, really. He's delusional, thinks he can actually challenge an alpha and make a difference."

This newfound information provided by the Beta painted a complex picture of Izuku that was both intriguing and slightly infuriating. Here was an Omega who dared to dream beyond his societal station, exhibiting a resilience and determination that was, in its own way, admirable. Yet, according to the Beta, his actions were seen as foolish, a futile attempt at heroism.

As you turned your attention back to your meal, your thoughts churned.

Your gaze lingered on Izuku for a few moments longer before you turned back to your meal, your thoughts racing. The more you mulled over the Beta's words, the more your initial intrigue twisted into disdain. Knowing Izuku was an Omega, the very notion that he dared to challenge the societal hierarchy—and by extension, you—ignited a deeper sense of animosity within you. How dare he dream beyond his station, and more audaciously, act in ways that subtly defied the unspoken rules that governed your world?

The very idea that Izuku, with his quiet demeanor and lofty aspirations, could consider standing up to the likes of you or even imagine himself as a hero was almost laughable. It was a direct affront to the natural order, to the superiority you had been taught from birth was your birthright as an Alpha. His existence, and the pitying yet somehow respectful tone of the Beta as he spoke of Izuku's heroics, felt like a challenge to your authority, to the very foundations of your beliefs.

As lunch continued, you found yourself stealing glances at Izuku, each look fueling your growing resentment. His mere presence, the way he carried himself with a quiet confidence, unaware of or perhaps indifferent to the social turmoil around him, grated on you. In your world, Omegas were subservient, not silently rebellious or aspirational beyond the roles prescribed to them. Izuku's defiance, however passive, was a blemish on the natural hierarchy you upheld.

You resolved then, with a cold certainty, to put Izuku Midoriya in his place. It wasn't just about reasserting your dominance anymore; it was about reinforcing the very principles that you believed made the world turn. If Izuku represented a challenge to those principles, then it was your duty, as an Alpha and as a defender of the status quo, to quash that challenge.

The bell rang, signaling the end of lunch and pulling you from your reverie. As you stood up, tossing your trash into the bin, your mind was already weaving plans.

Izuku Midoriya, you're gonna learn your place...one way or another.

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Finally, you found the right time to confront him. It was a regular day, the sun setting, painting the sky in hues of gold and pink as clubs dispersed for the evening. You had meticulously positioned yourself near Izuku's locker, blending in with the dwindling crowd, waiting for the moment he would come to pack up for home.

Sure enough, as the hallway began to empty, Izuku appeared, his steps quiet and measured. He didn't notice you at first, too focused on gathering his things. But when he turned to leave, that's when you chose to step out from around the corner.

"Midoriya, was it?" you called out, your voice loud enough to cut through the lingering chatter of departing students. You made your way closer to him, your steps deliberate, each one echoing ominously in the almost empty corridor.

Immediately, you sought to intimidate him, a tactic you knew all too well. With a swift movement, you pushed his belongings out of his hands, scattering papers and books across the floor, effectively cornering him further into his locker.

Despite the fact he was taller than you, his slouched frame made him seem as if he was trying to hide away, wanting to be anywhere else but here. His reaction was exactly what you expected, yet there was a hint of something in his eyes that you couldn't quite place—was it defiance? Courage? Or merely resignation to yet another confrontation?

"It's come to my attention that you've been playing hero again," you began, your tone dripping with mockery, each word designed to belittle. "Standing up for those who can't stand up for themselves?" You drawled the word 'hero' out slowly, inflecting it with scorn, ridiculing the very essence of heroism—a concept you found utterly ridiculous in a world governed by the strict dynamics of Alphas, Betas, and Omegas.

Your smirk widened as you leaned in, eager to see his reaction to the bait you were laying out before him.

"How dare you even think of being a hero and saving others when you can't even save yourself from a simple bully? Katsuki, if I'm not mistaken, yeah?" Your words were calculated, aiming to undermine his sense of self and heroism.

Mentioning Katsuki was a low blow, an attempt to remind Izuku of his vulnerabilities and failures. You observed him closely, looking for any sign of hurt or hesitation, any indication that your words had found their mark.

This seemed to set Izuku off. His usually slouched frame straightened, and he turned around to face you, his expression unreadable. "Everyone deserves someone to stand up for them, no matter their status," Izuku replied, his voice steady and firm, a stark contrast to the mocking tone you had used.

You couldn't help but laugh, the sound echoing off the walls of the nearly empty hallway. "And what about you, Midoriya? Who stands up for you?" You stepped closer, deliberately invading his personal space, aiming to intimidate. "Seems to me like you could use someone to protect you from, well, people like me."

There was a slight narrowing of Izuku's eyes, a subtle but clear indication of his annoyance or perhaps determination. However, his stance remained unchanged, unwavering in the face of your provocation. "I don't need protection. Not from you or anyone else," he declared, his voice carrying a quiet confidence that seemed to fill the space between you.

The boldness of his statement took you by surprise. It was unexpected, coming from someone you perceived to be just another Omega, someone who, by all accounts, should have been easy to dominate and intimidate.

Yet here he was, standing his ground, challenging the very foundations of the hierarchy you had been taught to uphold.

The audacity of his response fueled your anger further. With a swift movement, you pushed him into the locker, nose flaring as you gripped the front of his uniform. "Careful, Omega, you might wanna watch your tone. Because from where I'm standing, you look pretty cornered to me," you purr, your eyes narrowed to slits, expecting him to cower under your grip.

But in a flash, the roles reversed. Izuku's quick movement was wholly unexpected, and before you knew it, you were the one pressed against the wall, his forearm against your chest.

"I'm tired of people like you thinking they're so much better than everyone else because of some perceived status. Power isn't determined by your status. It's how you choose to wield it." Izuku's voice was calm, but there was a sharpness to it that cut through you. "You think you can intimidate and bully others just because you're an Alpha? That's not strength. That's weakness"

Feeling your inner Alpha bristle at this, you prepared to push him off, to reclaim your position. But then, Izuku did something completely unexpected, something that no amount of physical strength could have prepared you for.

He leaned in closer, invading your personal space in a way that was almost confrontational, yet it wasn't his proximity that disarmed you—it was the sudden wave of his Omega pheromones that enveloped you, weaving around you like an invisible force.

The scent was immediate and overwhelming, strikingly fresh and minty with an undeniably “green” essence to it. It was like standing in the heart of a rainforest just after a heavy downpour, surrounded by the lush, vibrant life of countless plants and trees, their leaves heavy with dew.

The smell of early morning grass, wet and alive, filled your nostrils, inexplicably drawing you in, making your mouth water and your gums tingle with a tender sensation as your canines instinctively elongated, reacting to the potent biological cues Izuku's pheromones were sending.

As the scent enveloped you, a warmth unfurled in your lower stomach, a sensation both foreign and intoxicating. It was as if Izuku's pheromones were reaching out, threading through your aggression to soothe and tame it, leaving you feeling unexpectedly vulnerable.

His smirk, slight and knowing, seemed to say he was fully aware of the effect he was having on you, challenging the very notion of Alpha superiority with nothing but his natural Omega essence.

"You know," he began, his voice now, carrying a weight that demanded attention, "I've been watching you. Your arrogance, your belief in your own superiority... it's quite telling."

He took a step closer, his presence enveloping you in a way that felt both intrusive and enlightening. "I've never understood why Alphas like you are so haughty, acting as if they're the epitome of strength and power."

You found yourself unable to move, not just because of the physical barrier he had placed between you and freedom moments ago, but because of the invisible hold his presence now commanded.

Izuku leaned in slightly, his voice a whisper yet loud enough to echo in the now silent hallway, carrying a mix of amusement and a hint of something more profound,. "The truth is, Alphas like you bend to the will of Omegas like me."

Before you could process his words fully, Izuku reached out, his fingers deftly catching a curl of your hair, twirling it gently. The proximity allowed him to lean in close, his nose just inches from the side of your neck, where your scent gland pulsed with a mix of emotions. The intimacy of the gesture, the invasion of personal space was disarming, and you found yourself frozen, caught in the intensity of the moment.

His eyes, a clear and penetrating gaze, met yours as he pulled back, leaving a trail of confusion and an unexpected desire for more of his insight. "Since you want to have control so bad," Izuku said, his voice lowering, laced with a challenge, "then I'll show you how it feels to lose that control." His eyes flashed the distinctive Omega yellow.

Instinctively, your eyes flashed red in response.

Yet, despite your anger and the primal urge to assert your dominance, Izuku's pheromones had done their work, leaving you momentarily incapacitated, unable to act on your aggression.

Izuku leaned down, his eyes lidding as a wicked smirk grew on his lips. "Oh, what's wrong? Not so big now, huh?" he cooed, running his nose along the slope of your scent glands, an action so intimate and provocative that it sent a shiver down your spine.

His voice, laced with a mocking tone, cut through the haze of pheromones that had clouded your senses, sharpening the humiliation of being so thoroughly outmaneuvered by an Omega.

The proximity, his scent mingling with yours, the heat of his breath against your skin—it was all designed to disorient and dominate, to showcase his control over the situation. The irony wasn't lost on you; in this moment, Izuku, the supposed weak Omega, held all the power, leaving you, the Alpha, completely at his mercy.

His actions, so bold and unyielding, were unlike anything you had ever experienced. They challenged not just your physical dominance but your very understanding of the dynamics between Alphas and Omegas. Izuku was rewriting the rules, showing you that the real power lay not in brute strength or societal labels, but in one's ability to influence and control the emotions and actions of others.

Izuku pulls back, the intensity of the moment hanging thick between you. His lips curve into a half-smile, an expression of satisfaction or perhaps amusement at the effect he's had on you. "I kinda like you like this, quiet, pliant," he hums, his gaze leisurely raking over your form. You stand there, panting slightly, a testament to the tumultuous effect his pheromones have had on you.

You hadn't anticipated the power of Izuku's natural essence to impact you so profoundly; it was as if an internal battle was raging within you. On one side, your Alpha instincts screamed for dominance, to regain control over the situation, to not be swayed by an Omega. Yet, on the other, Izuku's pheromones left you willing.

Izuku hummed to himself again, muttering practically 100 miles an hour, deliberating on what to do next. Finally, after a few moments, his eyes snapped back to you, lips pulling into a wicked smile. "Hm, since you were so willing earlier to protect me from Kaachan, how about you stay true to your words, huh?" he sarcastically asked with a tilt of his head.

Before you could react, Izuku forced your mouth open, tilted your head back, showcasing your elongated canines. It was seconds before you realized what he was doing, but before you could move, he tilted his head further, yanking you to him, making you mark his neck.

The sensation was electrifying, overwhelming every sense you had. Your body acted on its own, instinct taking over as you felt your canines sink into his skin. The moment was brief, yet it felt like an eternity, marking him in the most primal way an Alpha could claim an Omega.

The rush of emotions and sensations was unlike anything you had experienced before. Heat coursed through your veins, spreading a warmth that felt both comforting and invigorating. It was as if every fiber of your being was alive, buzzing with an energy that connected you to Izuku in a way words could never explain.

As your teeth punctured his skin, a connection instantly formed between you two, a bond that was both ancient and immediate. It was a tether that pulled you closer to him, not just physically but on a deeper, more instinctual level.

Your protective instincts, which had lain dormant, now surged to the forefront of your mind, chanting a relentless mantra of 'mine, mine, mine, mine.' This wasn't just a physical claim; it was an emotional one, marking him as yours in a way that left no room for doubt.

Your arms subconsciously tugged on Izuku, bringing him even closer, as if trying to merge him into your very essence. You bit down harder, not out of aggression, but to solidify this newfound connection, to make it known to both him and yourself that this bond was irrevocable. It was a moment of pure primal assertion, your Alpha instincts fully taking over, dictating your actions with an intensity that was almost foreign to you.

As soon as the act was done, Izuku stepped back, a hand gently touching the spot you marked, his eyes gleaming with that omega yellow. "See, not so good being on the other end, is it?" His voice was laced with a victorious tone, yet there was an undercurrent of something else—something that didn't match the triumphant look in his eyes.

You stood there, shocked, your own eyes still flashing red, a mix of anger and confusion swirling within you. The implications of what just happened began to dawn on you slowly, the reality that you just marked an Omega—a clear sign of claiming him as yours.

What were you going to do now? The school's dynamics would shift undoubtedly once word got out. Typically, the marking of an Omega by an Alpha was a significant event, often announced and accompanied by a period of courtship, a public declaration of mutual respect and intention.

But this? This was entirely different. An Alpha marking an Omega out of the blue, especially under such unconventional and unexpected circumstances, was unheard of. And not just any Omega, but Izuku Midoriya, the one Omega who had stood up to you, challenged you in a way no one else dared.

Your interactions with Izuku had been minimal at best, characterized more by conflict than any form of camaraderie or courtship. The school would be buzzing with rumors and speculation, none of which would likely be favorable or understanding of the situation's complexity.

Izuku adjusted his uniform, the wicked smile never leaving his face. "Well, I guess this changes things, doesn't it? I'm curious to see how you'll handle this." With that, he picked up his things, leaving you alone in the corridor, your mind racing with thoughts.

You were so used to being in control, to having others bend to your will. Yet here you were, outmaneuvered by an Omega who not only challenged you but also forced you into a situation that you never imagined possible.

As you watched Izuku walk away, a part of you knew this was only the beginning. You had to figure out what this meant for you, for him, and for whatever strange, twisted relationship you now found yourselves in. The school, your friends, your family—they would all have opinions on this, but for now, all you could do was stand there, trying to process the whirlwind of events that just unfolded.

This was not how you expected your day to end, marked by an Omega, your pride wounded, yet a part of you couldn't help but feel intrigued by what Izuku said. What did this mean for you? And more importantly, how were you going to face him tomorrow?

**omg y'all, i got it bad for izuku, but let me know if you'd like a part 2 👀

#romance #oneshot #bnha x reader #bnha #my hero academia #my hero academia x reader #my hero acedamia #my inserts #self insert #short #cute #domestic #izuku x reader #‧̍̊˙˚˙xaniwrites-midoriya izuku ml #izuku midoriya #midoriya izuku #bnha izuku #bnha deku #bnha fanfiction #mha deku #deku x reader #izuku x

[xhanisai]

hey lads if you’re not gonna comment on a fic you enjoyed, at least leave a kudos man

#delete later #on like half of the stories i've written on ao3 or more #i don't even get 10% of the viewers leaving kudos on my work and that's just kinda tiring man #we've come so far from the fanfiction.net days where writers solely thrived on comments and private messages to KNOW if their work is well #received by the online people #now you can just press a BUTTON to know that you enjoyed a story and it only takes like half a second! #there are so many people online who are constantly BEGGING everyone to PLEASE comment or review or let them know somehow that you've enjoyed #their work because we get so little feedback often and it is demotivating af #but if you're not gonna comment AT least leave a kudos rather than staying silent and consuming the stories like it's nothing #one thing i loved in the beginning of the ml fandom was how interactive everyone was with fanfics and how it had such a positive status #people were happily reblogging and leaving kudos and commenting LOADS back then #now???? it's literally SILENCE #back when my writing was worse prepandemic i easily got hundreds of kudos in a few days #but now i'm struggling to reach even 200 kudos in three months on my newer oneshots #engagement rate is soooooo bad now and it's demotivating af #i think this is why i prefer to write and send drabbles on discord because people there do respond and react to my works and it gives me the #push to keep going

[bruised-muses]

🐞 🫶🏻

hello!! thank you for asking

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“Well I don’t know! I’m not getting heartburn am I?”

“No, Marinette. I mean, you could be, but I don’t think that’s why your chest is aching.”

“I COULD BE HAVING HEARTBURN?” Marinette shrieks, before opening her laptop to research the causes of heartburn, and if a fifteen year old girl could be suffering from it. Tikki sighed. She would get Marinette to figure it out soon, and the quickest way to do so would be to eliminate any other possibility.

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tikki when she underestimates how much marinette can overthink. sorry if you expected an actual loveynoir snippet but like i want to hide that part LOL instead you get marinette freaking out over heartburn i think im peak comedy

#ask answered #asukiess #fic snippet: loveynoir oneshot #wip: loveynoir oneshot #loveybug #loveybug au #loveynoir #writing #marinette dupain cheng #miraculous #ladybug and chat noir #fanfiction #miraculous ladybug #ladybug #mlb #ml au #adrien agreste #tikki

[masilvi]

Anyone has fics recommendations? 👉👈 I feel like going back to reading and dunno where to start lol, so feel free to share you current reads/writing here 💖

#miraculous ladybug #ml fanfiction #I like a lot of stuff #AUs! oneshots or longer fics are cool too #or either love square or core four focused stories? that's good too

[wackus-bonkus-maximus]

summary:

“Chaton,” Ladybug said, her annoyance shifting rapidly into worry. She took in his unfocused eyes and languid speech, the scent of alcohol heavy on his breath as she leaned in closer. “Are you drunk?” His tail twitched out of the water as he gave a jerky laugh. “Very.”

or: ladybug can save chat noir from anything, except what he doesn't tell her.

#miraculous ladybug #ml fanfic #ml fanfiction #miraculous fanfic #ladynoir #light angst #hurt comfort #oneshot #dedicated to selkie and lava <33 #consider this payback!

[redundant-lava]

A Case of Do or Die

Summary

Kagami takes back her amok. She’s free. But that’s not the case for everyone.

read full story on ao3

#feligami #angst #oneshot #ml fanfic #sentimonster felix #sentimonster kagami #Felix fathom #kagami tsurugi #atgb #queue

[heottokes]

oop.

i am 8k in the mafia!woozi forbidden love fic and i accidentally made a little "enemies" tension scene WITH SOMEONE ELSE and i'm really feeling it. BUT the dynamic with woozi is completely different. i'm like rethinking should i change the fic to make this dynamic for woozi or keep it in and have a love triangle ish part idk?!?!?!

#woozi x reader #woozi #woozi oneshot #woozi angst #woozi fluff #seventeen oneshot #seventeen fluff #seventeen #seventeen angst #lee jihoon #d.txt #x #this is what happens when i just write :): #woozi is giving second lead atm lmao #but with that being said i hate it when the fl chooses the toxic ml #so maybe i shouldn't be a hypocrite lol

[thesaltyoceanwaves]

The tags on that post about the Adrien Remix of TOTMIS got me wondering, have you ever written a Love Square fic before? And would you be willing to do it again?

Way, way back in the day (think the hiatus between season 1 and 2), I wrote a oneshot where Marinette and Adrien revealed their identities to each other in the same vein as the Dic dub of Sailor Moon.

I wouldn't write a full-on fic for them, if that's what you're asking. Maybe oneshot rewrites, or just HCs with changes I'd propose to the dynamic, but nothing in the vein of TOtMiS or Psyche and Bewitched.

#the one to make it stay #salty answers #ml salt #ml salt fic #ml salt au #love square salt #kinda #before anyone asks where that oneshot is #idk #i don't even think it's on my ao3 #it might be on my main tumblr #it's been a minute so...

[winxanity-ii]

MIDORIYA "DEKU" IZUKU

╰❝𝓘'𝓶 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓰𝓸𝓷𝓷𝓪 𝓫𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓽𝓱𝓵𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓹𝓾𝓷𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓫𝓪𝓰 𝓓𝓮𝓴𝓾 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻… 𝓘'𝓶 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓓𝓮𝓴𝓾 𝔀𝓱𝓸 𝓪𝓵𝔀𝓪𝔂𝓼 𝓭𝓸𝓮𝓼 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓫𝓮𝓼𝓽!❞

🇰‌🇪‌🇾‌: ❥ = smut | 🔥 = heated/spicy | ✿ = fluff | 🕷 = angst | ✰ = personal fav

FICS

ONE-SHOTS

𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐌𝐄 | ✿ 🔥 | Fem!Alpha!Reader / A/B/O!My Hero Academia!AU

HEADCANONS

#romance #oneshot #bnha x reader #bnha #my hero academia #my hero academia x reader #my hero acedamia #my inserts #self insert #short #cute #domestic #izuku x reader #‧̍̊˙˚˙xaniwrites-midoriya izuku ml #izuku midoriya #midoriya izuku #bnha izuku #bnha deku #bnha fanfiction #deku smut #mha deku #deku x reader #izuku x #‧̍̊˙˚˙xaniwrites-

[botherkupo]

i can’t believe i managed to write a fic. feels like forever. anyway, if you remember my cracky excerpt from sleep-med drugged escapades, this is the finished product

The Martyrdom of Adrien Agreste

summary: In which Marinette is in trouble, and Adrien chooses to make a very stupid noble sacrifice. 

(read on ao3)

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Whoever said time slows down when facing a life and death situation were idiots. Time doesn’t slow down. It speeds up, up, up, and then Boom! You’re on the spaceship of doom, probably strapped in with people you don’t like, and zooming off to the Land of AKLHDAHGFHAHVAJ. (Translation: a lot of distress.)

So, yes, time did not slow for Adrien. The moment he saw a girl from class 2 approach Marinette and Alya with a container of red velvet cupcakes, he shoved his bag into Nathaniel’s bewildered arms, leaped over a bench, and sprinted over to the group faster than Kim’s attempts to outrun a panther. There was no time to think. No time to do anything except run, run, run.  

“I hope you enjoy them,” the girl said with a nervous smile as she gave Alya and Marinette a cupcake.

Adrien’s heart tattooed an erratic beat against his ribs. His gaze zeroed on the cupcake that now rested so innocently on Marinette’s hand, even as he urged his legs to move faster. Target locked. All he had to do was close the last bit of distance and—

“Yes!” he yelled, snatching the cupcake out of her hand just as she was about to take a bite. Then he crammed the cupcake into his mouth, making his cheeks balloon like a hamster saving snacks for later.

Alya gaped at him. “What the heck, Adrien?”

Marinette simply blinked, one hand still raised near her mouth. It was like watching a person buffering in real time. No Marinette reactions can be streamed at this time. Wifi Sucks. Wait five more seconds.

Or at least that was the thought that drifted through his mind before his mouth was plunged into the burning flames of hell. Consuming. Choking. Little demons stabbed his tastebuds with searing hot pitchforks and poured fire down his throat. His eyes stung. His brain sizzled into a malfunctioning scream of HOT, HOT, HOT!

Damn it, Chloé. This was all her doing. By chance, he’d overheard her big revenge plan to feed chilli paste filled cupcakes to Marinette and Alya. It had been his intention to warn them in advance, but time, as has been established, was not on Adrien’s side. So here he was, eating a chilli paste monstrosity like a seagull gulping down an abandoned chip, determined not to let those pesky pigeons steal his prize. Except, you know, his prize was more like a torture punishment worthy of a Greek tragedy.

But Adrien couldn’t regret his choice. This was all in the name of protecting a friend. He would be the sacrifice, the one to take on the mantle of suffering, so that Marinette could be saved from—

“Wait,” Alya said, scrunching her nose. “Are you crying?”

Marinette immediately stopped buffering. She lurched forward, her hands hovering about him like some weird Jazz Hands interpretation of concern. “Adrien! What’s wrong?”

He coughed for answer. It seemed he was not strong enough to withstand cupcake hell. Fat tears rolled down his cheeks, exposing his no-spice tolerance white boy weakness. But he still managed to swallow the cupcake.

“I’m sorry!” Nervous Girl exclaimed. “Chloé made me do it!”

She scuttled away like a frightened crab.

“Chloé?” Alya said, raising her eyebrows.

“The cupcakes,” Adrien wheezed. “She had them filled with chilli paste.”

Marinette’s eyebrows snapped together. She clenched her fists, her jaw tightening with all the grit of a knight about to go duel-slap a loathed one into battle. It was kinda hot, if he did say so himself. Uh, respectfully hot. Yes. Because friends can find their friends hot. It’s a natural thing. Eyes are there to notice hotness. So yes, he appreciated the feisty sparkle in Marinette’s eyes and the way she looked as if she could stomp even the biggest akuma into submission under her pink ballet flat. It was hot. He was allowed to think of her as hot.

Anyway. His mouth was still burning.

Adrien fanned his tongue, and probably looked ridiculous with tears streaming down his face. “Sorry. I really need water.”

He turned to leave, but Marinette caught his arm.

“Wait,” she said. “Have this.” She handed him her bottle of strawberry milk. “This’ll work better than water.”

“Thanks.”

She smiled. “It’s the least I can do. You saved me from having to eat that cupcake.”

He inwardly preened as he drank the strawberry milk. Yes, he had been a good friend today. Ten points to him.

“Yeah,” Alya said, tossing her cupcake in the bin. “About that. If you knew the cupcakes were filled with chilli paste, why’d you eat it? You could have just told us not to eat them.”

Adrien choked mid-swallow and spat out a spray of strawberry milk. He coughed and coughed, bits of milk trickling out of his nose just to add icing to his shame. This was quite possibly the most humiliating moment of his life. (Even worse than that time Nathalie had caught him hugging and talking to his Ladybug body pillow.) Because Alya was right. There had been no need for him to eat the cupcake. No need to have stolen the cupcake either.

He wasn’t a noble martyr trying to save a friend. He was just an idiot.

“Oh no!” Marinette said, and suddenly she was wiping the milk off his face with a wad of tissues.

Adrien froze. Now he was the one trapped in buffering mode. A wax statue could not have been more still. (And he should know, as he’d once pretended to be one. Of course, then Marinette had said some pretty random things, stolen a strand of his hair, and kissed him, and—)

Pink bloomed on his cheeks in rosy blossoms of warmth. Right. They’d kissed once, albeit the most lightning swift of pecks. Also, she was now patting down his shirt.

He cleared his throat. “Uh, Marinette?”

She jumped. Her gaze darted from his face to her hand, which was touching his chest. Red slapped onto her cheeks.

“Sorry!” she said, leaping back from him like a startled cat. “I midn’t deen to—I mean didn’t mean to do that! I just—it’s just you got milk all over you, and I was the one who gave you the bottle, and your shirt looks expensive, and I knew I had tissues in my purse. But I guess it was weird of me to clean it myself, right?” She laughed loudly. “I mean it’s not like you have no hands. Not that it would be bad if you had no hands! I’m not saying that! I just—”

“Girl, I think he gets the point,” Alya said, much to Adrien’s relief. He hadn’t known how to stop the bullet-rapid flow of words.

“Anyway, I’m sorry!” Marinette said, and shoved the soggy tissues into his hands. “I won’t do it again!”

“It’s fine. I didn’t mind it since it’s you.” His eyes widened. “I mean because you’re my friend!”

“Right. Of course.”

They both gave strained smiles, which was better than continuing to converse their way into deeper holes of awkwardness. Glad she was in agreement with him. Now if only he could stop blushing. He didn’t like the smile that Alya was wearing either. It reminded him of the way Nino looked when watching his favourite comedy show.

“You know,” Alya said, sidling closer and nudging him with her elbow. “You didn’t answer my question. Why’d you eat the cupcake when you knew it was going to be gross?”

Dang it. He thought they’d moved on from this.

He tugged at his collar, his face so warm that he was sure he looked sunburnt. “Um. I guess I panicked.”

Alya snorted. “Seems like it. The way you came running over so valiantly and snatched it right out of her hands. You must have been really, really worried.”

“Well, uh—”

“Funny you only went for Marinette’s cupcake, though. Don’t tell me you were just going to let me eat mine.”

His blush spread to the tips of his ears, and he once more tugged at his collar. Truth be told, he had indeed only been thinking about Marinette in that moment. Alya might as well have been part of the background.

Wow. Now that he thought about it, that was pretty awful. Maybe he wasn’t such a good friend. Minus five points to him.

Alya shook her head, pursing her lips. “I see how it is. Thanks, Adrien. Nice to see how much our friendship means to you.”

“No! I didn’t mean it like that! It’s just—”

“I’m kidding,” she said with a laugh. “Marinette is just extra special to you, right?”

Marinette let out a squeak. Adrien, on the other hand, was just thankful he wasn’t drinking strawberry milk, as he was pretty sure it would have come shooting out of his nose again. Trust Alya to hit him with a curve ball. Not that Alya was wrong. Marinette was a special friend to him, but for some reason he couldn’t say the words aloud now. Not with Marinette standing right there. Just the thought made his heart beat extra fast.

He cleared his throat. “Um—”

“Oh, look at the time!” Marinette said, glancing at her wrist (even though there was no watch). “We’d better hurry, Alya! Thanks for saving us from the cupcakes, Adrien!”

Then she whisked Alya away like a pink and black whirlwind, despite Alya’s protests. He couldn’t say whether he was relieved or not that he’d been spared giving an answer. All he knew was that he had been given a lot to think about. (Also, that red velvet cupcakes should never be filled with super spicy chilli paste.)

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