Hi! Could you please write Luka Couffaine x fem. reader who has trouble talking about their feelings? Writes him letters, love poems or plays the drums for him because it's easier for her to show her feelings like that? Sorry for my English it is not my first language.
02/28/2023 - 03/29/2023
Pairing: Luka Couffaine x Reader
Word Count: 867
Warnings: Nothing that I can think of!
Gender: AFAB
In which Luka has a significant other who has a hard time expressing her feelings.
Luka Couffaine absolutely adored Y/N. The girl had captured his heart, mind, and soul, and he had no trouble expressing it. However, the same could not be said the other way around.
Other people labeled Y/N as someone cold and uncaring, but only a select few knew of her true nature - she simply could not express herself in the ways others would. And Luka understood completely.
Y/N had a small group of friends (most of whom had never even met each other, but knew the existence of). She wasn't one to stick to one particular friend group after all. A good friend was a good friend. Nothing more, nothing less.
And two of her very good friends were Juleka and Rose. Originally, Y/N had only Juleka (since she went to the same school as Luka), but quickly became acquainted with Rose as well. And for that, Y/N thanked whatever lucky stars she had.
The whole process of confessing to Luka was already gut-wrenchingly terrifying, seeing as she had no idea how to go about it, whether Luka would return her affections (even though Juleka said he would), and if she was actually dateable material.
But after the confession, a lot of her worries were put to rest. Luka was the sweetest boyfriend she could have asked for, and she was extremely grateful for having met him.
Luka was someone who was fairly affectionate (not like some of the couples she's seen walking in Paris being overly lovey-dovey), but he also never shied away from letting her know what was on his mind.
If there was a particular moment where Y/N was caught up doing something and was quite focused on it (such as homework), Luka would find himself simply staring at the girl, absolutely in awe of the work of art he had the honor of calling his girlfriend. (Yes, he's tried sneaking some photos of her when she wasn't looking).
And when he was caught, Y/N would ask, "what're you staring at?"
Only to be met with, "just caught up in the ethereal masterpiece in front me."
To which Y/N would feel her face heat up and a warm sort of buzz envelope her whole being. She'd become a little flustered and brush off his oh so charming and teasing self, but looking at him once more, she realizes every time that Luka wasn't teasing at that moment. He meant every word.
So when others meet her and find out she's in a relationship with Luka, they wonder how on Earth the relationship works. Luka was pretty well known and well-liked. But Y/N wasn't like that. She stayed to herself for the most part, and she'd never initiate any sort of PDA with her boyfriend.
And some of these people would take to whispering about this behind (or so they thought) Y/N's back.
She'd feel bad about it, but not to the point where she'd find herself spiraling down a rabbit hole of self-hate and whatnot. But that didn't stop her from wanting to improve. And what better way to improve than by asking two of her best friends?
"Aww, it's so cute that you want to be more lovey-dovey with Luka!" Rose gushed. Juleka had a slight smile on her face, finding the situation slightly humorous. The involved parties were her brother and one of her closest friends. How could she not be entertained? Especially when said close friend was going on a tirade vaguely reminiscent of Marinette's tirades about Adrien.
Rose suggested making a perfume for Luka, and Y/N thought that it was such a good idea that she'd probably do that for his birthday. "What if you write him a letter?" Juleka asked. Pondering over the idea, Y/N decided that it indeed was a good idea.
But what to write?
And so some amount of days passed, and Y/N finally ended up finishing her letter to Luka. It wasn't anything elegant or pretty or anything of the sort. It was goofy, filled with her typical sarcasm, and most importantly, it was heartfelt. Now, the only thing left was to actually give the letter to Luka.
Which was still quite hard surprisingly.
Y/N assumed that once the letter was finished, she'd just hand it over to the turquoise-haired boy and bada-bing bada-boom, romance!
Apparently it doesn't work like that.
Apparently you pour your heart out into the letter, but then you feel nervous to actually give the letter to your oh so accepting boyfriend.
But somehow Y/N pushed down her anxiety and gave the letter to Luka when they sat down after getting their ice cream. Opening it, Luka's face gradually morphed into one of extreme joy (and if Y/N didn't know any better, smugness), before he pressed a chaste kiss onto Y/N's cheek.
And from that day onwards, Y/N would (every once in a while) gift Luka letters, love poems, and even play the drums for him as means of physically showing her affection for him. It was their own little dynamic and some may have found it odd, but to them, it was perfect.
Author's Note: Once again, I'm really sorry for taking so long to complete this fic. I hope you enjoy it (if not, feel free to request again, since I honestly don't feel like I did my very best with this one).
I'm still in the middle of trying to find a specific fic format to stick to. I've tried looking at a bunch of other fanfic writers' profiles and the format they use to write their fics, but I'm still not 100% sure if what I'm doing right now is what I want to continue doing.
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This week's Fluff is another request by @fireflychaosdemon and this time it's Alya and Nino from MLB which I will gladly post more often
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Jack-Rabbit! (Kim + Rabbit miraculous)
I know Kim is probably the worst person to be trusted with the rabbit second only to the best Father of the year but let me just have my fun.
I was gonna give him basket ball shorts but the mental image of him running around alternate timelines in booty shorts is too funny.
It doesn’t show it but the back of his letterman jacket has ‘TEAM MIRACULOUS’ on it.
I know its silly but my fav part is the bunny stickers on his shoes
I’m surprised the show hasn’t given him a letterman jacket, It would’ve fit his character.
Probably uses the umbrella as a baseball bat
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Miraculous Ships
Alright so I wrote this at 2AM enjoy!!!
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What people Think the miraculous ships are:
Ladynoir: cute, flirty romance
Marichat: sin sin sin sin sin
Ladrien: one-time special
Adrienette: awkward fluff
What they really are.
Ladynoir:
In this, Adrien fell in love with Ladybug because he saw her bravery, her courage. He saw her defeated, but when the real danger showed up, she stood up without thinking twice and fought. But Ladynoir is here to show Adrien that Ladybug isn’t the only one who can do that- Marinette does too.
And for Marinette, she didn’t love Chat Noir because she didn’t think he really loved her. All she heard was the playful banter and jokes that she had always heard. But as we see them more, she starts to notice the real Chat, the sincerity, the love behind the flirts.
Ladynoir is there so they can learn to see both sides of one another.
Marichat:
In this one, everyone sees the sin. Like, “this is wrong…” “but it’s sooo right.” But what’s its really about is the progression of Ladynoir.
We see the torment of Adrien, torn between Ladybug and Marinette. The truth is, Marichat is made to show him that, sometimes, you need to let go of someone when you realize they can’t love you. You need to go back, back to the person who’s been there for you the whole time. Adrien went back to Marinette.
And for Marinette, she had been protesting in Ladynoir that she couldn’t be in love with Chat. They didn’t know each other, not really, and they couldn’t be in love. Marichat helped Marinette realize that she needed to let go of all the rules and live a little- that she didn’t have to be so tunnel-visioned that she missed an opportunity.
Marichat helped them learn to let go.
Ladrien:
In Ladrien, both of them were in love with the other, something we didn’t get from the other ships, at least not right away. But in this, they both held back- they had too- or they might reveal something about themselves they never wanted to.
For Adrien, he might have acted like Chat. He might have ruined whatever he had with Ladybug as Adrien. So he waited.
For Marinette, she was too afraid to tell Adrien as herself. But with Ladybug, she would have had the courage. But she didn’t. She held back and she waited.
Which is why Ladrien didn’t really go anywhere.
Ladrien taught them patience.
Adrienette:
In this… we’ve seen everything about them.
We’ve seen them laugh, we’ve seen them cry, we see them heartbroken and lovesick, and we see them happy.
But more than that, we see them using everything they’ve learned from the other ships. We see them appreciate everything about one another- both flaws and perfections. We see them let go of their past (Kim & ladybug) and embrace each other. We see them have patience with each other, when Marinette stumbles or can’t move forward, and when Adrien is trapped in his box of a home.
In Adrienette, we see their characters develop and grow into something no one ever thought they could be.
But here’s what no one ever sees.
They could never be completely honest.
Marinette was so afraid of rejection and spite that she never told Adrien she loved him. She was too afraid to see, to let go, or to have patience.
Adrien was too afraid of letting go of his feelings for Ladybug that he couldn’t see what was right in front of him- his love for Marinette, which grew so large in the end it was larger than his love for Ladybug.
Adrienette is about letting go of the past and being honest with them, because you don’t know how the story ends. Because you don’t know if you’ll get your happily-ever-after.
This is what Miraculous has taught us. Let go, and embrace the present. Embrace who you love, and let go of those you’ve lost. Remember them, but don’t cling so hard you lose sight of everything else. Make your own happily-ever-after. Make your Adrienette.
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Writing request. What about the prompt ‘you’ve protected me, now it’s my turn’ - post-Season 1, Ivan Bruel protecting Marinette from a collapsing building during an Akuma attack after she helped him confess to Mylene. Fluff and Angst would be recommended in that he survives.
:0 thanks for requesting! I had a lot of fun with this! I can't believe this is like. the only thing I've written and posted for this fandom despite having been here for a long time! I really hope you like it!
Rating: teen+
Warnings: blood and injuries, possibly OOC Chat Noir but honestly the show does him dirty anyways, ending might be rushed or weird.
Summary: read above <3
Notes: I... really really like writing Marinette's POV.
Wordcount: 1878 words whoops
You’ve Protected Me, Now it’s My Turn
Marinette cursed her poor luck once again. An akuma just had to strike now?? While her class was on a field trip, and she couldn’t get away. Looks like it was time for the good old “get caught by the akuma” plan.
Except the Akuma was outside, and she was inside. And even for poor scatterbrained civilian Marinette, dashing outside just doesn’t make any sense, in addition to her being locked inside this room. She was going to have to resort to something else.
The Akuma was huge, and carelessly wrecking whatever might stand in it’s way. Marinette eyed it from where she was standing near Ivan and Mylene. Their group, including Juleka and Rose, had been sent away with a different guide to check out the music editing software that this company used to help boost big name artists like Jagged Stone or even XY to the top of the charts.
Juleka and Rose had had to leave for the restroom a few minutes before the akuma struck, and when it did, their guide panicked and left the room, taking the master key with him, and effectively locking these three in the room together.
Marinette bit her lip nervously as she watched the giant roam the street outside. The huge man was a shiny steel, but a small blue and red pin on his chest caught her eye. That had to be where the Akuma was.
“How are we supposed to get out of here?” Mylene asked suddenly, dragging Marinette out of her focus stupor. “Shouldn’t there have been an emergency release button in case of Akuma attacks?”
“That’s only a requirement for the newer buildings around here,” Ivan said. “This one hasn’t gotten around to adding them yet.”
“They should! This is dangerous! And terrifying…” she added, clinging closer to Ivan as a tremor went through the building.
Marinette hummed in thought. “We need to either pull off the keypad and mess with the wires so we can open the door, or break the door down with something. We’re too high up here.”
“I can’t believe our guide abandoned us!” Mylene shouted in righteous anger. “We’re just kids! Just because Ladybug can fix everything doesn’t mean we should be left alone in a dangerous situation.”
“I know,” Marinette agreed. The complacency of the adults in Paris was one thing that really frustrated her. If the Police would just work with her, she could expose or capture Hawkmoth! But they didn’t.
Ivan spoke up. “If Nino or Max were here, we could probably do the wires thing. But since they’re not…” He knocked on the door. “I can try to bust it down?”
“If it’s too hard, Ivan…” Marinette trailed off as he grabbed an empty table and started banging on the door.
She glanced outside and spotted a black speck dancing around the giant. Chat Noir had made it to the scene. But, of course, no Ladybug to be seen.
Marinette had left her phone at home that morning, something she hadn’t done on purpose but still regretted. Tikki was staring at her from her purse, clearly needing to say something, so Marinette turned to Mylene.
“Any updates on the Ladyblog?”
Mylene pulled it up. “She’s live streaming it!” The noise of the battle and Alya’s voice filled the room.
Marinette took her chance and dove under a desk. “I don’t know how to get out of here, Tikki!”
“You might have to take the chance of revealing yourself!”
Things must be bad if Tikki was saying that.
They had a quick talk, then Marinette tucked her purse away again, and stood up. “I didn’t find anything that could help-”
“Marinette, look out!” Mylene screamed as the building shook.
Ivan shoved Mylene under the closest deck before jumping for Marinette, sheltering her small body as the ceiling collapsed on top of them.
The dust cleared and Marinette’s ears rung. She pushed at Ivan’s shoulder as she coughed.
“Thank you.”
She was met with nothing more than a groan, and she panicked. She scrambled out from his protective grasp.
“Ivan?!”
His eyes opened slightly. “Marinette?”
Her panic increased as she saw the amount of building around them, and the wounds he had. “Stay awake!”
“Ivan!” Mylene yelled, clambering over from her desk. “Ivan, what were you thinking?!”
“Needed… to protect… Marinette…”
“Why?!” Both girls asked, Marinette’s panic getting worse by the second. She needed to get out of here, but she needed to know what he was talking about.
“She helped me with you… Protected me from myself… My turn…” His eyes slipped shut, and Mylene frantically shook him.
“He needs medical attention! Marinette! What are you doing?”
Marinette had made a decision, standing up from beside Ivan. “Keep him safe! And keep my secret!”
“Your secret?”
Marinette sprinted towards the now gaping hole in the wall, yelling her transformation phrase. Pink sparkles ran over her form, and by the time she jumped off, she was fully transformed into Ladybug.
Rage and fear coursed through her veins in tandem with adrenaline as she used her yoyo to speed towards the Akuma. She had to deal with this Akuma, now. She’d deal with the logistical nightmare of Mylene and possibly Ivan knowing her identity later.
She landed beside Chat Noir quickly, and before he could speak, she said. “No puns, I need to take him down right now.”
Her partner straightened up and nodded. He was not going to argue with the look on her face. “What can I do, Ladybug?”
“Let’s find out. LUCKY CHARM!”
A bag of flour fell out of the sky, and Ladybug had more sense than to catch it. She jumped back, and it fell at her feet with a dull “thunk”.
Chat Noir was just as confused as she was, and a little spooked. “Flour?”
She stared at it for a moment, and noticed on of the seams was close to busting. A plan formed in her mind.
“Swap weapons with me.” As he did, she explained the rest of her plan. “Take the yoyo, and swing up towards his face. Distract him and try to push him backwards, then I’ll trip him with this. His head is going to land on the sack of flour, which I’m going to put at the end of that road right there. The Akuma is in the blue and red pin, I’m almost certain of it. Cataclysm it once his vision is obscured.”
“Yes, Ma’am!” Chat saluted, taking the spotted yoyo, and the sack of flour. “I’ll set this up for you, as well.”
“Fine. Be fast, he can’t spot you until you’re ready to distract him!”
Chat nodded and took off, sprinting across rooftops with more speed and agility than she would expect from someone carrying a bag of flour. She started making her way down, not quite to street level, but close.
She eyed the immense destruction around her as her earring beeped once. This was by far one of the most destructive akumas, if not the most. She watched Chat set the flour down in exactly the right spot, and flashed him a thumbs up. Then he zoomed off past her to go grab the giant’s attention.
He did his part splendidly, and as the giant stepped backwards, Ladybug pushed the button on the baton that extended it out, holding it down until it was lodged sturdily between two buildings.
It happened quickly.
The giant fell backwards, and landed on the flour sack, obscuring his vision. Chat tossed the yoyo back to her as he activated his cataclysm and destroyed the pin. Ladybug wasted no time in catching, cleansing, and releasing the akuma, and as he returned to normal, she sprinted for the deflated bag of flour.
She grabbed it, and without stopping, threw it into the air. “MIRACULOUS LADYBUG!”
She watched it dissolve into millions of magical ladybugs, then joined Chat Noir beside the victim. She gave him a soft smile, noting his dirty work clothes, and a variety of scars. She offered his pin back to him, noting that it was a workers’ union pin, and everything clicked in her mind.
“The steelworks aren’t offering enough compensations, are they?” She asked. The man shook his head. “Then maybe I- we? -need to stop by with some authorities to help.” Her earring beeped for the second- no, the third -time, and she stood. “Leave a message on the Ladyblog, okay? I really have to go. Pound it!”
She fist bumped Chat Noir, and sprinted off, using her yoyo to get back to the building she’d started in as fast as possible.
She saw Mylene and Ivan by the window as she returned, and she nearly hesitated. She could try to pretend it hadn’t happened, but that wouldn’t be right. So she let them open the window for her, and she dropped the transformation as she landed on the floor.
“I’m so glad you’re okay, both of you,” she sighed in relief.
Mylene hesitated. “Marinette…”
“Later,” she said, pointing to the door. “I’ll text you both about today, but our guide should be coming back any minute now. Please, don’t tell anyone.”
“Of course we won’t,” the couple said.
The guide returned then, and the rest of the field trip was promptly canceled, with everyone sent home to their families.
Marinette glanced at Adrien as he got into his family car. A part of her wished he’d been in that room with them, but it was already bad enough that Mylene and Ivan had been with her.
Still. As long as all her friends were okay, a little sacrifice was worth it.
And Marinette couldn’t lie to herself. It might be nice to have some people cover for her.
She’d just have to tell Chat Noir quickly.
She walked with Ivan and Mylene for most of the way, since they both lived in the same area as she did. Alya had long since split off, so there was no one questioning her about why she was with these two instead of her other friends.
“Can we talk about earlier?” Mylene whispered.
“You didn’t imagine it. It’s completely true. I’m technically not supposed to reveal to anyone, but even Tikki acknowledged that the situation would be incredibly hard to resolve if I didn’t.”
“Tikki?”
Marinette wordlessly opened her bag so Tikki could wave at the two of them over her cookie, before closing the bag. “She’s the source of the whole thing. No Tikki, no cool things.” Marinette purposefully worded her sentences so the people around them wouldn’t figure anything out.
“Don’t worry, Marinette, we won’t tell anyone. Cross our hearts,” Mylene said, Ivan nodding in agreement.
Marinette could have cried. “You have no idea how much that means to me.” She hugged them both. “I’m glad you’re both okay, I hope you know.”
The three of them stood in front of the Bakery like that for a few minutes, before Marinette pulled away. “I’ll bring you something before you guys go home. Consider it a ‘thank you’ gift.”
The couple smiled as she dashed inside and grabbed them each one of their favorite treats, paying her mama for them out of her own pocket.
And thus a deeper friendship was born.
~end~
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Marichat but they kiss and nothing goes wrong…
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Villainess AU update! (Finally,,,,)
Excuses don’t work on the birthday boy
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𝐏𝐎𝐕: 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐁𝐎𝐘/𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋
𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭. gn!reader x adrien agreste, marinette dupain-cheng, luka couffaine, kagami tsurugi (separate)
𝐜𝐰. established relationship, food mention (marinette, kagami), kissing (marinette), probably some inaccuracies (it's been a while since I watched the show)
𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞. repost from my old blog (@/kage7ama)! this one was surprisingly popular so I'm bringing it back :)
𝐀𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄—
Though he may have been locked in his room by his father, that didn’t stop you from climbing up to Adrien’s window. You were now resting on his bed, fingers carding through his hair as he laid his head in your lap. There wasn’t much to talk about regarding his Sunday, so while the conversation dropped off, you enjoyed the comfortable silence. His eyes drifted shut, mind being lulled to sleep by the sound of your breathing and the feeling of your fingers on his scalp.
“You’re so pretty,” you whispered, thinking he was asleep. “My pretty boy.” You stroked his cheek and his eyes cracked open, nearly startling you. His lips parted in a wide, toothy grin, something you were proud to know that than no photographer could capture. “Always be my pretty boy?” His hand encased yours, pulling it to his lips and kissing along the palm.
“Of course, always.”
𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄 𝐃𝐔𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍-𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐆—
The baking was coming along well; the macarons were perfect, the afternoon was full of smiles, and it was almost time to eat. Well, first you and Marinette would need to clean up the kitchen, which was a huge mess. There was powdered sugar everywhere and ingredients spread across the countertops.
“No you don’t,” you warned, turning around just in time to catch Marinette about to sneak a macaron into her mouth. She sighed, setting the pastry back down. Her eyes flickered back up to your face and her cheeks reddened.
“You have something on your face,” she giggled. You brought your fingers up to feel around, but you couldn’t seem to find it, bringing on more of your girlfriend’s laughter.
“Why don’t you… kiss it off for me, then?” She froze, eyes widening like saucers. She sputtered for a moment before coming closer, fingertips ghosting over your arms. She leaned up, raising to her tiptoes, to press a kiss to the right corner of your lips. She leaned back, admiring her work while you admired her. White particles clung to her eyelashes and hairline, smudged across her skin. You tapped the tip of her nose, leaving a spot. She blinked at you in wonder. “My pretty girl,” you murmured, cupping her cheeks and kissing her forehead. You felt her skin grow warm in your palms before she leaned forward, tucking her face in the crook of your neck.
𝐋𝐔𝐊𝐀 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐅𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐄—
“Do I look better with an acoustic or electric guitar?” You looked up from your homework to see Luka standing in the doorway of his bedroom, leaning against the frame. You looked at him incredulously before shaking your head and turning back to your homework.
“Electric? Duh? Have you even touched an acoustic before?” He didn’t respond immediately.
“I don’t think so… you didn’t even answer correctly!” You set the assignment aside, turning your attention to him completely.
“What do you mean? It’s definitely not acoustic.”
“No,” he whined uncharacteristically. “You’re supposed to compliment me!” He tried and failed to mimic your voice, “Oh, Luka, you look good no matter what! You’re so pretty!” You frowned.
“I do not sound like that!” He shrugged exaggeratedly.
“Well, I’m waiting for my compliment.” You rolled your eyes. Luka had his whiny, clingy moments, but it was always worth indulging in his requests.
“I’m sorry, pretty boy.” For a moment you could see the elation dance across his face. His eyes gleamed and he broke into a toothy grin. Quickly hiding his excitement behind a smug expression he shrugged nonchalantly.
“Oh, I guess I can forgive you.” You rolled your eyes.
“Hm, I take it back,” you hummed. He glared.
“Okay, be like that.” You turned back to your homework while he stood in your doorway still, arms crossed. After a minute, you sighed, gazing up at him. He chewed his lip.
“Can you… call me pretty boy again?”
𝐊𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐔𝐆𝐈—
Watching Kagami dance across the field, fencing against an imaginary opponent, was much more enjoyable than you thought it would be when you first joined her months ago. Now, her determined expression and fluid movements never failed to awe you as you sat beneath a tree, eyes trained on her figure. After a few quick jabs, she let her body relax, and she made her way over to you to grab her water bottle.
“Your mouth is open,” she teased, a small smirk gracing her freckled face. Closing your hanging jaw, you handed over her drink.
“Sorry, you’re just- pretty. Really pretty.” She sunk to the ground beside you, leaning up against your shoulder and humming in acknowledgement. You brushed her bangs aside to see more of her face. “Are you done for the day, pretty girl?” Her cheeks flushed and she gaped at you for a split second, but otherwise didn’t pay it much mind.
“Yes, I am. We should get ice cream.” You pressed a chaste kiss to her cheek.
“Yeah, we should.”
© 𝐝𝐢𝐥𝐟𝐳𝐮𝐤𝐮 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑. do not modify, translate, or repost my works on any platform.
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inspired from Ch. 8 of @chocoluckchipz ‘s and @thenovelartist 's Bride for the Prince fanfic!
plus some design sketches
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Let Me Guess Your Favorite
Marinette looked up proudly at her hand painted sign, swinging gently in the Metropolis sunshine.
Lucky Charm Chocolaterie.
Truthfully, when she imagined her future career as a kid, she had always pictured herself among the greats of fashion design. But after everything that happened with Gabriel, the fashion industry had lost its luster and she looked for something else to do. For a while she considered taking over the bakery for her parents, but they encouraged her to find something of her own. Not that they wouldn’t be thrilled for her to follow in their footsteps, but Maman and Papa knew that, despite how much she enjoyed working with them, baking wasn’t her passion.
Chocolates had been something of a surprise. Adrien had begged her to go with him to a three-week chocolate making class, and she discovered she had a knack not only for making different types of chocolates, but also for guessing what kinds of chocolate other people liked. Making people smile made her feel good. So she learned to make chocolates.
She couldn’t wait to make people in Metropolis smile.
…
The bell over the door chimed. Marinette looked up at two young men who entered the shop, one with a smile and the other with a scowl.
“Welcome to Lucky Charm!” she greeted in her best customer service voice. She continued placing the last few caramels she’d just finished as they looked around, stopping here and there while having some sort of quiet argument. Wiping her hands on her apron, she waited for a pause in their whispers before approaching them with a smile.
“Is there anything you’d like to try?” she asked. “Or, I can guess your favorite. If I’m wrong you get a sample box.”
She pointed to a stack of small boxes, each filled with four different chocolates.
“Yeah!” the smiling man said, his excitement clear in the sparkle of his blue eyes. “I’d like to try the guessing thing.”
She turned to the other man, who was still scowling, fine eyebrows furrowed over his stunningly green eyes.
Oh wow, she thought.
“You can try,” he said, nose wrinkled. “But you will not succeed.”
Marinette grinned at him.
“Challenge accepted!” she laughed, and went behind the cases to peruse the confections on display. For a moment she looked up at the blue-eyed man, trying to get a feel for what he might like.
“Ah ha!” she exclaimed, then went over to the last case. She grabbed tongs and put into a small bag one of her first American inspired confections: a chocolate dipped marshmallow dusted with graham cracker crumbs.
“Here you are, monsieur. Your favorite.”
The man took the bag from her and bounced a little with excitement before taking a bite.
“Oh my god, this is amazing,” he said through a mouthful of marshmallow. “Definitely my favorite.”
Marinette smiled, and then turned to his friend, who stood there with his arms crossed, no longer scowling but still skeptical of her ability, if she was interpreting the raised eyebrow correctly.
“Ok, Monsieur Grincheaux, now it’s your turn.”
She walked over to the case of chocolate squares, once again pausing to look up at the man. He was watching her with those green eyes, and she ducked her head to avoid him seeing her cheeks heat up with a slight blush. Focusing on the task at hand, she eyed the dark chocolate squares. Her first instinct was to grab the bitterest chocolate she made, but she bit her lip for a moment and grabbed a square of bittersweet.
Walking back around the counter, she held the bag out to him.
Mouth twisted in a smirk, he took a small bite from his chocolate.
“It’s very good,” he complimented, placing the rest of the square back in the bag.
She smiled in triumph.
“But it’s not my favorite.”
Marinette’s joy deflated a bit, and she smiled ruefully while retrieving the samples she promised him. She shivered when his fingers lightly brushed hers as she handed the box over.
“You’ll have to come back so I can try again,” she said softly.
He held her gaze for a moment, then looked away when his friend cleared his throat noisily.
“Hi, I’m still here,” he said. “Can I get six more of these? My parents would love them too.”
Marinette tore her gaze away from those green eyes and smiled brightly at the other man.
“Of course!”
She prepared a box of the chocolate dipped marshmallows and took his payment.
“I’m Marinette, by the way. I own this store.”
“I’m Jon, and this is Damian,” he said with a wave. “I’m sure you’ll be seeing at least him again soon.”
He waved and ducked out the door. Damian followed behind, and looked back before he walked out the door. Holding her gaze for a moment longer, he smiled and went out.
That smile took her breath away, and she spent the rest of the day in a pink haze.
…
Two weeks later, Marinette was serving the last group of customers at the end of a small rush when she felt someone watching her intently. Looking up from the box she’d been filling, she met the gaze of a familiar pair of green eyes. She couldn’t help the smile forming on her face, or the way her cheeks felt warm. Handing the box to her customer, she turned her attention to Damian.
He wasn’t alone, which was a little disappointing, but she wouldn’t complain about potential customers.
“Hello! Welcome to Lucky Charm!”
His friends were all unfairly attractive, and varying in attentiveness. One of them looked like he could fall asleep at any moment.
“Is there anything you’d like to try?” she asked the one who seemed most excited to be in her shop.
“Actually, I wanted to see if you could guess my favorite.” He grinned. “My brother Damian here told us all about it.”
He gestured to the group, who she now guessed were all brothers.
“Did he?” she said, turning to Damian. “I’m glad you came back so I can have a second guess. Who would like to go first?”
“Oooo me! I’m Dick, by the way.” He reached his hand out to shake hers.
“I’m Marinette,” she replied as he squeezed her hand a little harder than she expected. “Ok Dick, let me choose your favorite.”
Choosing his didn’t take long. She went straight for the truffles and picked out the most elaborate one she had. The noise he made after popping the entire thing in his mouth was almost obscene.
“You have a gift, Marinette. Do Jason’s now.”
He pointed at the tallest of the four, who had a white streak at the front of his black hair. Jason smiled at her, a little crooked. She looked at him for a moment. He hadn’t said anything yet, and so presented a bit of a challenge, but after watching him peruse the chocolates, she thought she knew.
She handed him a cherry cordial and his smile as he ate it was fond, as though the chocolate reminded him of a treasured memory.
“Yep. Definitely my favorite.”
“Okay, okay, now Tim.” Dick bounced over to the only one she hadn’t met yet and dragged him over to be assessed.
“Oh, this one is easy,” she laughed, and put a small scoop of cocoa dusted espresso beans in a sample bag. “Here you are, Tim.”
He looked up at her with wide eyes after trying the beans.
“Yes, these are my favorite and I need all the beans you have in stock.” He got down on one knee. “And also will you marry me?”
Marinette bent over double laughing at his antics as Damian dragged him back to his feet, that familiar scowl back on his face.
“Stand up, idiot. She isn’t interested in you.”
“I don’t know, Damian,” she said with a sly smile. “That's the best offer I’ve had in ages.”
“Ha! See, brat.”
“But I am afraid it would be irresponsible of me to sell you all of the espresso beans. Why don’t you start with two bags and see how it goes.”
“Ten,” he countered.
“Five is the highest I’ll go. You already look like you’re going to pass out any second. I wouldn’t want to be responsible for you getting less sleep than you already do.”
His shoulders slumped, but he pulled his wallet out. She laughed again and prepared his purchase. When she handed him the paper shopping bag he clutched it to his chest.
“And you Monsieur Grincheaux, am I guessing your favorite today?”
“You can try,” he said, one eyebrow raising in a clear challenge of her skill.
Today, instead of a plain chocolate square she decided to go with something a little more decadent, but not too over the top. She grabbed a chocolate caramel, sure of her victory this time.
Taking it from her with a small smile, and without breaking eye contact, he bit into the caramel. He hummed in satisfaction as he finished the treat.
“Heavenly,” he said. “But not my favorite.”
“Damn!” she groaned. “I really thought that was it.”
Marinette went over to the counter to grab him a new sample box, different from the first she had given him. She turned to the others, who stared at her as if she had three heads.
“Well, gentlemen, is there anything else I can do for you today?”
Each man bought a dozen of the chocolates he’d tried, and Tim tried to convince her to sell him more espresso beans. She laughed the entire time they were there, smiling to herself for the rest of the day.
…
“Wow, that's a lot of chocolate,” a blonde woman said as she entered, turning towards her female companion. “Is this heaven?”
Marinette laughed and welcomed them into her shop.
“I suppose if you’re here with Damian then you want me to guess your favorite?”
The women smiled and nodded, and Marinette felt confident she knew exactly what both women would like. She went to two cases and selected an item for each of them. For the dark haired woman, a chocolate dipped strawberry; for the blonde, a chocolate dipped stroopwafel. Both seemed surprised when she offered the selections.
“Oh, she’s good,” the blonde said after taking a bite of her cookie. “I need a whole box of these.”
The other woman nodded with a smile and held up four fingers. Marinette felt warm in the presence of these two, and went behind the counter to box up their requests. They walked out of the shop in their own world, holding hands, and leaving her alone with Damian.
He seemed a little nervous, which he never had before, and to break the silence, she went behind the counter to grab the sample she’d prepared for him, desperately willing herself not to break out in laughter before he tried it.
“Here. Your favorite.”
He took a bite of the chocolate orange and she could tell he tried mightily to keep a straight face. Her laughter shook her whole body when his nose wrinkled at the taste of a chocolate covered orange slice.
“What is that,” he demanded, holding the remainder of the orange away from his body.
Her hand covered her mouth in an attempt to calm herself.
“It’s a chocolate covered orange. I made it especially for you.” She grinned at him. “Just a little payback for being such a difficult customer.”
The smirk on his face was infuriating.
“Do you have a real guess today, or should I just take my sample box and go?”
She narrowed her eyes at him and marched behind the counter. Taking her time to think it over, walking behind the cases slowly and considering each item she had on offer, she finally stopped at the chocolate cake. It was probably the most decadent chocolate confection in her shop, and she decided to throw caution to the wind and cut him a small slice.
Presented to him on a small plate with a fork, he took it from her. His eyes closed with the first bite and he groaned, sinfully, causing a blush to spread from her chest to the tips of her ears.
“That’s the best chocolate cake I’ve ever eaten,” he said. “But alas, not my favorite.”
“You say that, but you’re still eating it,” she retorted as he took a second bite.
He pointed the fork at her.
“Good does not mean favorite.”
He took another bite, and she rolled her eyes before going behind the counter, cutting a second slice, and putting it in a box. When he handed the plate back to her, she handed him the box.
“Instead of a sample box. If you want. I suppose you can still take one, since that’s the deal.”
“I think I will, thanks,” he said, and grabbed a different sample box than the two he’d had before and headed out, stopping just before he stepped out onto the sidewalk to look back.
“Thank you, Marinette.”
…
Damian returned several more times, and several more times he walked out of her shop with a free sample box.
…
The weather in Metropolis had turned. Marinette decided on the first truly cold day to mix up a batch of hot chocolate. She offered samples to her customers and ended up having to make several more batches as the day went on. Just as she was ladling some from her last batch into a mug for herself, the bell over the door jingled, and she looked up. A smile bloomed on her face to see Damian, back again to have her guess his favorite.
A lightbulb went off in her mind, and she picked up a second mug and filled it with hot chocolate.
“Hello, Damian. Ready to try your favorite today?”
He looked down at the mug she was topping with marshmallows and frowned. Not the scowl she was accustomed to seeing, but still she was confused by his apparent disappointment. Was he getting tired of their game?
She handed him the mug, frowning herself as he stared down at it, eyebrows furrowed, not drinking. After a moment, he sighed and lifted the mug to his lips. When he brought the mug back down, he looked at her.
“Thank you. It’s my favorite.”
Her mouth dropped open.
“It is? It really is?”
“Yes.”
She squealed and jumped up and down, a little amazed that he managed not to spill any of the drink as she jostled him in her excitement. After a moment, she realized he seemed upset.
“If it’s your favorite,” she said quietly, “why do you seem so disappointed? Is it not good hot chocolate?”
Turning around to pick up her own mug to make sure this batch didn’t taste terrible, she was stopped by his hand on her shoulder.
“No, Marinette, it’s wonderful hot chocolate,” he said, looking away, and to her astonishment, blushing. “It’s just…I don’t have a reason to come back anymore.”
She stared at him, looking away from her with a face red to the tips of his ears.
“Well, that’s just silly,” she said. “You don’t need a reason to come here. You can come any time. You can even come when I’m not open. I live above the shop. We could hang out! Or…or we could have dinner?”
His gaze snapped to hers.
“Tuesday nights are the best for me,” he said.
“Yes, I noticed,” she laughed, relieved that he really was as interested as she was.
“Would you like to go to dinner tonight?” he asked. “It is Tuesday after all.”
She laughed.
“Come back at six-thirty.”
He smiled.
“I’ll be here.”
She walked up to him, took his hand in hers, and leaned up to kiss his cheek.
“I’ll be waiting.”
@maribatserver
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adrien agreste & you falling asleep while watching a movie
pairing: adrien agreste x gn!reader
summary: you watch a movie with your boyfriend but the two of you end up falling asleep while cuddling...
"y/n?"
the flickering images on the tv were the only thing lightening up adrien's otherwise dark room. outside, the sun had almost fully vanished, only peaking out from behind a few buildings. the city had gone quiet and was mostly lit up by dim street lights.
you were laying in adrien's arm, cuddled up against the blonde model. your chest heaves with each breath of yours, slowly sinking again as you exhale. as adrien whispered your name, you didn't seem to react to it.
"did you fall asleep?"
adrien gently caressed your cheek, stroking a strand of hair out of your face, to get a better look at you. your eyes were closed and the boy was certain now why you didn't reply to him earlier; you truly were asleep.
adrien reached out for the remote that he had earlier left on the armrest of the couch, trying not to move too watch, so he wouldn't wake you accidentally. he still kept an arm around your waist, keeping you close to him. when he finally got his hands on the remote, he turned down the volume of the movie and cuddled up against you again.
while the movie kept running in the background, adrien barely even looked at the screen anymore. instead, the boy's eyes were on you. you looked so peaceful, sleeping in his arms. he gently ran his hands through your hair, playing with it and twirling it around his finger, smiling softly.
adrien was a little worried he might wake you up, but you were out like a light.
he blinked slowly, a silent yawn escaping his lips. adrien hadn't even been this tired, but now that you were sleeping in his arms, now that he was so close he could feel your heart beating, he could finally let down his guard. he wasn't sure if he had ever felt this comfortable and carefree before than in this moment with you.
adrien pulled you a bit closer to him, letting your head rest comfortably on his chest, before he finally closed his eyes as well and drifted asleep.
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Got an ML request in the form of an ‘imagine’. Imagine if Luka Couffaine was a weresnake?
Thank you very much for requesting! I appreciate it!
09/12/2022 - 10/06/2022
Pairing: Luka Couffaine x Reader
Word Count: 1,861
Warnings: Getting bit by a weresnake? And mentions of trauma dealing with it. Also, I kinda spooked myself trying to think of a backstory for Luka's weresnake-ness.
Gender: Gender neutral as it was not specified in the request.
Notes: Okay, so-
I have never heard of a "weresnake" in my life, so I had to do a fair bit of research for this one.
Another thing is, I'm unsure if you wanted Luka as a weresnake, or Viperion as a weresnake, and to top it all off, I have literally no knowledge of weresnakes.
So, I ended up writing an imagine where Luka turns into a weresnake every full moon (I struggled so much to think of this-).
I'm really sorry if that's not what you wanted, but if it isn't, you're more than welcome to request again with whatever particular details you like!
Aside from my persistent lack of weresnake knowledge, I'm kinda excited for this, seeing as it is my first ever Miraculous Ladybug fanfic! Woo!
In which Luka Couffaine is a weresnake.
Luka Couffaine had a secret. Much like most of the others his age-
But this secret was unlike the others. Very few people knew of the existence of it. And much less the story behind it.
It was a few years ago when it first occurred, and it was because of a rather gruesome incident. Luka had been a little younger at the time, and had been walking home from school, when he decided to roam the city he called home for just a bit before returning home like originally planned.
But his jolly roam was cut short when he was suddenly snatched (quite literally) and through the flurry of it all, somehow found himself on the rooftop of some building. Obviously, he was terrified, because no one would appreciate being snatched up by someone in broad daylight.
But Luka's fear only worsened after he laid his eyes on his captor.
An odd thing.
She had the body of both human and serpent and she looked rather young. Almost his age. And she seemed like an artist's drawing that they posted to Deviant Art. If anyone were to see her torso up, they wouldn't make much of it, seeing as she looked like any other human.
But from the waist down...
She was something else entirely.
And she was advancing towards him rather rapidly.
Luka tried looking around for escape options, but to his misfortune, there were none.
The strange being's tail caught him and before he could register a single event, he felt a sudden searing pain in the left side of his neck. Screaming, he tried thrashing around, but the serpentine being was much too strong for him.
After what seemed like ages, Luka barely recognized the being taking him down the building and leaving him to sit on the ground, propped up against the wall of the building.
Some time passed, when Luka finally got ahold of his bearings, realizing that it was night and people were giving him weird glances as they walked by. One lady was kind enough to stop and kneel down to ask if he was alright.
Nodding, and telling the woman that he was fine, he stood up shakily and made his way home.
During the long arduous walk home, Luka pondered whether he should tell his family about the weird incident that had taken place some time ago.
And after much fretting from his mother and sister and an intense fever, he decided that yes indeed he should tell his family.
Anarka and Juleka were very worried for Luka and wholly believed him (because why wouldn't they) and debated whether to take Luka to a hospital or not. After all, explaining that he was highly feverish and this was due to some snake-human thing biting him wasn't the most plausible story in this day and age.
So, after Luka was laid down to rest, Anarka and Juleka tried researching about the mysterious being Luka had encountered. Eventually finding out that he met a weresnake, and that bites from them lead to the victim's transformation into a weresnake (through a rather shady website), Anarka and Juleka's worries increased tenfold.
Anarka almost thought about contacting a certain someone, but pride dodged that bullet. For now anyways.
Within a few days, Luka actually became better by himself, though found himself constantly fretted over by his mother and sister.
And for a while, things seemed like they'd gotten back to normal. At least until a month later when Luka woke up without any legs and a tail instead.
For obvious reasons, everyone on the boat freaked out.
And after some more research on weresnakes, they were able to come to the conclusion that this occurrence was going to happen every full moon.
In the beginning, Luka felt totally out of control and a little depressed by the sudden and drastic change in his life. But never once did he blame the weresnake who bit him.
And through the power of time, he slowly began to accept this new facet of him, even looking forward to the transformations every month.
In the time span of a few years, many things had changed.
Paris now had a supervillain as well as superheroes. Loads of them.
Oh and there were akumatized villains. Villains who didn't want to be villains (at least for the most part Lila).
Luka slowly met many of Juleka's friends at her school and even became very good friends with some of them. He ended up falling for one of Juleka's friends, and for a little while, she was into him too. But her heart still yearned for another, so with a heavy heart of his own, he let her go.
Luka figured that it'd take him a while to get over his lost love, but life his interesting ways of working and led him closer to another friend of Juleka's. They had a certain magnetic pull about them that Luka couldn't help but succumb to.
And over time, he developed feelings for them.
It was inevitable.
Y/N was just too good to be true.
And sometimes Luka wondered if he was enough to even be their friend, and every time, Y/N would assure him gently that he deserved every friendship he had.
Luka had eventually planned to confess to Y/N by writing a song for them.
But the confession would have to wait because his transformation was coming up soon.
The weather was starting to become more chilly, but it was still enjoyable.
Anarka and Juleka went into town for a nice girl's day out, leaving Luka home at the boat.
And it was at this time that Y/N decided that it'd be a great idea to go visit the twins at the boat.
They tried knocking on the door at first, but there was no response. Seeing as the Couffaine family never minded them coming into the boat randomly before, Y/N settled their nerves about possibly breaking into a friend's house and made their way inside.
Y/N tried calling for Juleka and Luka, but still there was no response.
So, as any person should, Y/N decided to leave the boat, because the family clearly wasn't there.
But then they heard a clatter coming from inside the house.
And as any person probably shouldn't, Y/N made their way further into the boat, towards the noise.
They soon realized that the sound came from Luka's room, and knocked on the door, asking if he was there.
Instead of hearing an answer in the form of words, Y/N heard more clattering.
Letting whoever was inside, Y/N loudly proclaimed that they were coming inside when I shrill "no" resounded from inside the room.
Stepping back in confusion, Y/N recognized the voice as Luka's and asked him what the matter was. They patiently waited for a response, and when they didn't get any, they sat down against the door and told Luka that he didn't have to tell them anything if he didn't want to.
Inside the room, Luka was somewhat of a mess. His crush whom he was planning on confessing two days later had come to this home two days earlier-
And to make matters worse, he was in no form to meet with anyone.
After much deliberation, he spoke up, letting Y/N, who was still sitting against his door know that he just wasn't ready to talk to them for now. Before Y/N could have a chance to fall down a rabbit hole of panic of having done something wrong, Luka quickly assured them that they hadn't done anything wrong and that he would explain everything to them soon and that at the moment, he just needed some alone time.
Y/N, trying their utmost best to not overthink Luka's strange request, agreed and told Luka to text them when he wanted to meet and thus left the boat.
A couple hours later, Anarka and Juleka arrived home and checked up on Luka. Seeing as he was fine, Anarka went to the kitchen to get started on dinner.
Juleka on the other hand (through the power of twintuition), knew that something was bothering Luka. And after asking him about it, he confessed that Y/N had visited earlier and he told them to give him some space for now and when he was ready, he'd meet up with them and explain his weirdness.
But the problem was, he wasn't quite sure how he was going to explain to Y/N that he was in fact a weresnake and that every month, he'd turn into half a snake.
Juleka understood her brother's dilemma and assured him that if he did want to confide in Y/N about this secret of his, it'd be fine, but he should never feel pressured to tell them about it, and if he did in fact feel pressured about it, he could simply tell Y/N that he wasn't comfortable talking about it and they'd understand and leave it at that.
After a nice hug shared between the twins, they made their way to the kitchen to help their mother with cooking.
That night, Luka made the decision that his confession to Y/N would not only involve him confessing his feelings for them, but also his serpentine secret.
A couple days later, Y/N received a text from Luka about meeting up at Andre's ice cream stand.
And that's where they met with Luka. Getting their respective choices in ice cream, the two walked around in comfortable silence. Said silence was finally broken when Luka told Y/N that he had something to say.
Taking a deep breath, he said "Y/N, you're an amazing person. You have such a magnetic pull about you and I couldn't help but be attracted towards you." Y/N smiled, knowing deep inside where this was going. "I had this whole thing planned out a lot smoother actually. I even had a song prepared and everything, you know?"
Taking in Y/N's reactions to his words, Luka continued, "I was going to confess my love for you today here at the park. But then you showed up two days earlier and I sort of panicked." Y/N frowned at that, about to tell Luka that he had no reason to panic. "The reason for my panic is another confession in and of itself actually."
Taking Y/N's hand in his, Luka said, "I love you Y/N. You're a memorable person. Whenever I look at you, this beautiful mellow tune rings through my head. I want to protect you and cherish you to the utmost of my ability, only if you allow me."
Y/N was giddily trying to hold in their excitement and ended up exclaiming to Luka "Of course I'll allow you! Luka, I'm in love with you too. Have been for ages now. And I'm so glad that you feel the same way!"
Y/N hugged Luka tenderly, only to suddenly pull away. Stunned, Luka asked them what was wrong.
"Didn't you say you had another confession for me?"
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It’s a Learned Trait
This is my Secret Santa gift to Night_ngale on Ao3! This story is inspired by this photo by @mumblesplash on Tumblr (yes I got permission, and thank you for it!):
For Night_ngale on Ao3:
Marinette had been having a wonderful day with her parents in Gotham, New Jersey. Her parents had just finished a catering job there and today they had decided to go sightseeing to all of the tourist attractions. They had taken her to the zoo, to the aquarium, to the museum, and now they were heading to a bo-ton-tanicel-al…. botanical garden! Both of her parents were holding her hands and smiling brightly at her as they walked the busy streets. It was such a nice day, absolutely nothing could ruin it for her!
Then an explosion happened, and there was running, and a ringing noise in her ears that just wouldn’t stop, and everything was moving too fast.
Screams filled the air along with scary high pitched giggling that sent shivers running through her spine. She clutched tightly to the pair of hands that held onto both of her’s just as tightly, if not tighter, as they fled the crowded streets. Then they could feel the cool shadow of something big that was coming from up high. She looked up and felt herself freeze up as a massive piece of concrete broke off of the building they were under and fell faster and faster and faster exactly where she and her parents stood. She tried to move, she tried to get herself to run away from the danger that she knew even at her age meant that she would no longer be able to wander the Earth; but she couldn’t. The people kept shoving past her and her parents, keeping them in place as everyone pushed and shoved to get far, far away from the ensuing chaos. The crowd was too thick, the screams were too loud, the rubble was too fast. The next thing she knew was two pairs of different sized hands shoved her forward away from the massive pieces of falling debris that was right above them. She turned to look behind her to see her parents' horrified expressions as they too stared up at the ginormous piece of concrete that was hurtling towards them and so many more people. People kept almost stepping on her and crowding her vision of her parents and they moved before she could blink.
Before she could even process what happened next, someone had picked her up and moved her away before quickly covering her eyes. A few seconds later a loud crash was heard and the ground shook so hard she would have fallen over if the person hadn’t been keeping her upright. Once the shaking was over the person that had rescued her picked her up, holding tightly onto her as they moved their hand up and the sound of something being shot through the air sounded just above her.
“It’s ok, I’ve gotcha.”
Said a deep gruff voice, though she could barely hear it as the cold wind whipped past her ears biting at her skin. Her knee length pink dress hugged her legs as her brain refused to function and process the events that had just occurred. She felt her feet touch solid ground, but her legs didn’t seem to want to hold her as her brain continued to stay offline. She couldn’t think, couldn’t comprehend, and would the ringing in her ears just stop! Where were her mama and papa?! What happened to them?!
It sounded like someone was trying to talk to her, but she was underwater and she couldn’t hear a thing, she couldn’t even see what was in front of her clearly. Her entire body felt like it was weighted down, the pressure slowly crushing her. She couldn’t even think, her brain was just too quiet and the ringing was too loud! There was too much, too much noise, too much quiet, too much information yet not enough at all! She kept going down deeper with nothing to ground her fleeting thoughts until she felt something heavy being placed around her shoulders. Her eyes slowly began to register her surroundings and, after who knew how long, she was met with deep light teal eyes that were filled with worry. Their face was obscured by a red mask, but she could still make out most of his features. He had dark black hair with a white streak in it. She didn’t know why this was important, all she knew was that she had to keep looking at him. It was like if she looked away from him then everything would get all fuzzy again and she wouldn’t be able to think, and the ringing would take over her again even though it was still there! Why can’t it stop, just make it stop, she wanted her mama and papa! Where were they?!
“Hey, things will be ok.”
The masked man gently stated. He kept eye contact with her, watching her to make sure she didn’t start to hyperventilate and that she wouldn’t go into shock. He carefully pulled the jacket around her full body, carefully pulling her limp and dysfunctional arms into the jacket’s large sleeves. He gave her a small reassuring smile while smoothing out the sleeves on the jacket, pressing the warmth of it onto her. “Can you hold onto this for me? I’ll be right back, ok?”
She simply nodded her head and held onto the jacket tightly like it was a lifeline. He slowly grabbed a helmet that was on the ground near his legs and put it on. “Don’t move ok, you’re safe now.”
He looked back at her then ran and jumped off…., oh, she was on a roof. When did she get on a roof? She hadn’t noticed. She stood completely still, her mind causing the cacophony of noises to fade in and out. She could hear screams and bangs, then nothing. She could hear fighting and laughter, then the ringing came back. The sounds often came close to the roof she was on; the fear of it made her legs so weak she eventually collapsed onto her knees as she clutched the jacket tighter than before. Eventually her brain finally seemed to grasp the reality around her causing tears to start falling down her cheeks and sobs escaped her lips. Her parents were dead, she was rescued, but th-they’re d-de-dead!
Sobs wracked her small frame as the noises continued on for she doesn’t even know how long. Every time there was a noise louder than the rest she pulled the jacket even tighter around her small body expecting the worst. She wanted to escape, she wanted to hug her parents, she just wanted to go back home to Paris. She wanted to go back to the bakery and eat the desserts her parents made, see Nino and Kim and play games with them, she wanted to go to the pretty gardens at the park and lay with the flowers.
They were supposed to be happy, they were happy when they saw the pretty fishies, they were happy when they saw the amazing artifacts in the museum, papa had held her on his shoulders so she could see the giraffes better when they had taken her to the zoo. Everything had been so perfect, why did everything change so fast? Why did her mama and papa have to leave her like this? Why was there no rain when such a terrible tragedy had just occurred like in the movies?
There was a soft thump that made her wrap the jacket even tighter, if that was even possible. She didn’t want to get hurt, she just wanted her parents back. “Hey, thanks for holding onto that for me.”
The man from before said. She looked up, her eyes watery, making his figure blurry. She saw him take off the helmet and set it down. He looked sad and remorseful as he slowly sat next to her, but never reached out to touch her, instead remaining a comfortable presence. “You from here?”
She slowly shook her head no. “P-Paris.”
Her voice was cracked and broken. Her parents had her study English with her French studies because of all of the tourists that came by. Not to mention Mama said that if she wanted to be famous then she had to know English. How would she get back to Paris? Who would take her? How was she supposed to survive without her mama and papa?! She couldn’t, she needed them, now they’re gone and she’ll die here because she has nothing without them.
“Paris is a nice place. Have any friends there?”
She nodded again, the movement causing the drops on her cheek to drip onto the ground. He stayed silent, waiting to see if she would do or say anything further. She was glad he let her take her time, she was tired and her brain was still too loud and fuzzy to really understand his questions immediately. Dejectedly she replied, “N-Nino and K-Kim are my friends. Th-they stand up t-to Chloe f-for me. Everyo-one else is too scared of her an-and her daddy.”
He reached out to touch her, but quickly pulled back. He wanted to comfort the small child, but he wasn’t sure how she would respond if he touched her. She looked so small curled up in his jacket, it would have been cute if it weren’t for the circumstances that led to the scene in front of him. “Sounds like you’ve got some good people lookin’ out for ya.”
He said, trying to sound reassuring. She gave a small smile and nodded, “Y-yea.”
“Why don’t we go somewhere safe. I know someone who will take care of ya for a bit, okay?” Red Hood asked carefully. She nodded again and was about to take her arms out of the sleeves of the warm jacket, but before she could fully take it off the man stopped her. “Keep it, I’ve got a lot of others back home, and this is gonna keep you safe, ok?”
She nodded slowly, letting him adjust and zip it up so the warmth that still lingered in it was all around her. He slowly stood up, projecting his movements so as to not scare her before he extended his hand for her to take. She looked at it hesitantly, slowly reaching out and taking hold of his hand as she wiped her cheeks with the sleeve of her free arm. Her hand was so small that when he closed his her entire hand was encompassed by his own. He gently pulled her back onto her feet making sure she was stable before letting go. “Hop on my back and hold on tight, ‘kay?”
He said softly–just like her mom used to when she was hurt–crouching down with his back facing her so she could climb on. With a brief moment of hesitation, because what if this was a trap like Mama and Papa had warned her about, she carefully climbed onto his back and wrapped her arms around his neck and gripped onto his shirt. It was a bit hard as there seemed to be something hard sewn into parts of it, but it was okay. He slowly got up and made sure her legs were wrapped tightly around his torso so she wouldn't slip or fall off. When he was sure she was secure, he grabbed something from one of his pockets, angled it. There was a loud bang, like the one she had heard when he had first grabbed her, though that memory felt like it was from so many years ago, that startled her accompanied by a whiz as it shot into the air. He pulled on the device he was using to make sure it was taught and secure, then he ran and jumped off the building.
Marinette screamed in fear and buried her face into his shoulder, holding him even tighter than before. She kept her eyes shut, feeling out the rhythm of run, jump, fall, swing. Eventually she started to feel a little more comfortable swinging through the air, that was until they started to fall again. She screamed again louder than the time before and heard the noise of the man’s device again before she felt the taut jolt that signified they were soaring through the air once more. Slowly, she tilted her head up and saw how amazing the city looked with all of its shining lights so high up in the sky with the setting sun sinking behind the tall buildings. Wasn’t it just past 13:00 though? She had just eaten lunch with her mama and papa; hadn’t she…?
Suddenly the lights weren’t as amazing as they were before, they were dull and full of sorrow and loss. She didn’t want to look down just in case she saw them, they wouldn’t look the same. She didn’t want to look down because then she might fall, and she didn’t want to fall. Heights have always been scary. She held onto the man tighter, scared that if she loosened her grip even the smallest amount, she’d fall.
They continued on in that fashion for a few minutes when the man with the red helmet set her down on a balcony. It was plain with a swirled black metal guard. The roof was bland and lifeless with nothing decorating it other than the fence, she didn’t like it. “I’ve got a friend here. He’ll watch over you for a while, okay?” She nodded slowly, unsure of whether she should be relieved someone would take her in or scared that this was all some sort of trap. She watched and listened as the man climbed down a fire escape and began to tap on a window.
Tap
…
Tap tap
…..
Tap tap tap
Then he stepped back and waited. Another man with red hair opened the window with a small smile, “What’s up Hood?” He asked in a casual voice.
“I need you to watch someone for me.”
The red-haired man raised a brow.
“Her parents didn’t make it in the last battle with Joker. Lots of debris, and I don’t feel like having serial-adopter-bats see her.”
“Makes sense. Where are they?” The other man asked with a small nod, looking around the escape. The man in the helmet held up one finger and climbed back up to her.
“Can you come with me please?”
Marinette gulped, unsure of what she should do. But the man has been really nice to her so far, and he’s even letting her keep his jacket. Slowly she reached out and took his offered hand, letting him help her down the fire escape to the window.
“Hey,”
The other man said in a soft tone,
“What's your name?”
She looked down, anxiously twirling her foot from side to side. “M-Marinette.” She replied quietly, voice strained.
“That’s a nice name, how old are you?” His voice was soft and gentle and it made her feel a little more at ease.
“Nine.”
“Wow, you’re pretty old, huh? I’m Roy, do you want to come in and eat something? I just finished making some sandwiches.” She looked back at the man that had brought her here and saw him give her a small nod. She nodded back and shyly followed the red haired man into the apartment building. “Do you want some water?”
She nodded again, standing near the island counter. She looked back at the window where the man in the helmet had been only seconds before, only to see that he was no longer there. The man nodded and quickly got a cup from a cupboard and filled it with some tap water before placing it on the counter near her with a small plate that held what looked like BLT. “I have a roommate, he should come by soon. Just as a heads up, ok?”
She nodded, carefully climbing up to the barstool and sat down. Marinette looked at the sandwich and started picking at it. She really wasn’t that hungry, but it would be rude to not accept her host's hospitality. Her mama had taught her the importance of respecting people that were trying to help her, especially when she was at her friend’s home. Tears she thought she had run out of started to resurface as she thought of her mama. She sniffled and wiped her eyes before more could escape.
Roy looked at her worriedly. From what he had read from the text Jason had sent him, her parents were caught by falling debris from one of Joker’s bombs that the bats hadn’t been able to dismantle in time. He had been able to pull her away, but her parents along with a bunch of other civilians weren’t able to make it out of the way in time. Jason said that he had managed to cover her eyes and take her away before she could see anything, but he knew that wouldn’t be enough to stop any type of trauma from forming.
The girl was so small, he could only imagine what must be going through her mind. Not to mention she was only visiting from Paris, she wasn’t even from Gotham. Apparently her parents were catering for one of Bruce’s events, and that was the only reason they had even traveled here in the first place.
“Hey, do you want to watch a movie? I’m sure we could find something you’d like.” She didn’t respond right away as she processed what he had asked. It didn’t matter though, he’d give her all the time she needed.
“R-Ratatouille?” Was her small reply. A smile graced his lips, as he asked,
“Is that your favorite Disney movie?” She shrunk in on herself and nodded with a small,
“Mhm.”
“That’s a great movie, let me ask Jason to pick it up when he comes back. He should be here soon anyways.”
“Okay.”
Her voice was so quiet, but he could hear the joy in her voice. He quickly texted Jason to pick up the movie when he was done debriefing with The Bats and started to make another sandwich since she was eating his, not that he minded of course.
• • •
Jason walks in with a bag full of gummy candy, popcorn, a box of different flavored macaroons, and one Disney movie in its unopened case and plastic wrapping. He was thankful to see that the small girl was sitting at the counter drawing. He wouldn’t know what to do if she were still crying. “Hey, heard we’re takin’ care of another kid? I bet Lian will be happy to have a new friend when she comes back from her sleepover.”
He called out into the apartment as if he had no idea what had happened only a few hours before. The little girl startled from her seat, quickly turning to look at him with her large bluebell eyes. He really needed to keep her away from Bruce, she was perfect Wayne material and he refused for her to be tainted by him and the rest of his adopted child army.
“Yea, Red Hood dropped her off due to….” He glanced at the girl sympathetically, “The incident that happened earlier.”
Marinette shifted uncomfortably and went back to drawing with a furrowed brow. There was a heavy silence that filled the room until Jason said, “Well, I bought a bunch of snacks and was told to buy a movie, so….”
Marinette looked up again and hopped off the chair nearly tripping. She quickly stood up embarrassed as both boys stared at her in worry.
“You okay Marinette?” Roy asked carefully, walking towards her. Her cheeks turned a slight red as she nodded.
“Y-yes, sorry. I’m really clumsy.” Her voice held a French accent that only made the little girl even more adorable. Jason gave her a wide smile and gently handed her the plastic grocery bag.
“Here you go.”
She carefully took the bag with a small, “Thank you”, and started to look through it. Her eyes shined with childlike glee at the macaroons and they shined even brighter when she pulled out the blue-ray disk. She quickly ran over to Roy and showed him the movie asking if he could put it into whatever he uses.
It was interesting to see Roy smile and ruffle her hair. He looked calm and happy, used to the role of caretaker. Gently he took the disk, removed the plastic before opening it up, and walked over to the TV in the main room next to the kitchen and popped the disk in.
“Hey, I’ll go grab some blankets. Do you want to take your shoes off Marinette?” He asked gently as he moved toward the linen closet. She nodded and slipped them off with a slightly flushed face. She watched as Roy sunk down on the couch where he patted at one of the seats. Cautiously she walked toward the coach sitting in a rocking chair a few feet away from Roy. You could never be too cautious, at least that’s what her mama used to say. “Used to”, that felt wrong.
When Jason walked back into the room he watched as the small girl hugged her legs close to her chest, face hidden behind her arms. It was a heartbreaking sight, a sight that felt familiar as it pulled against his heartstrings as he remembered doing the same thing around the same age.
“Thanks Jaybird.” Roy whispered as he took the blankets from his hands. He hadn’t even noticed that he was approaching. He was out of it today, and not in a good way. The opening narration of Remmy the Rat began to play through the speakers as Roy slowly and carefully wrapped a weighted blanket around the young girl's shoulders. He watched as Roy talked to her quietly for a few moments, never initiating touch, waiting to see what she would say or do. It was always interesting to watch Roy act like a father as he treated his kid far differently than either of his dads had treated him. After a few minutes Roy stepped away, back to his spot on the couch not saying another word as the young girl collected herself before looking up to watch the movie with tear soaked cheeks that stabbed at Jason’s heart.
• • •
It was around the middle of the movie that little Mari fell asleep. She had slowly begun to relax as the movie progressed until she had blinked a few times very slowly, then her eyes fell and stayed shut. She was emotionally exhausted from the day and had simply passed out, poor kid.
Jason watched the kid, but not in a weird way. He was worried, and he didn’t know what to do. The kid was stuck here, despite the fact that she’s not a citizen, and from what little information he could find with little time at his disposal, he couldn’t find any family that could take her now that she was an orphan. Jason wondered if this was how Bruce felt when he had met all of them before he decided to make them his little band of misfit toys. He often felt this way when he saw Lian, but it was never as strong of an emotion as he felt now for this child he had only met a few hours ago.
“You look constipated; which means you’re trying a failing to show some form of deep emotion. So spit it out, what’s going on in that thick skull of yours?”
Roy asked quietly, turning his head slightly to give him a side eye before turning back to the movie. Jason rolled his eyes and let out a long frustrated sigh. “I don’t know Roy. There’s just a lot going on, especially after the last attack.”
Roy quickly paused the movie and turned to look Jason in his eyes. There wasn’t any pity in his gaze, but there was empathy and an openness that showed he wouldn’t judge.
“It was Joker’s fault. So many people died because of the Joker, her parents,” he firmly gestured to the sleeping girl with tear stained cheeks sleeping on the small chair, whisper yelling so as to not wake her; “are no longer alive because of his actions today and Bruce still won’t get rid of him.” Jason took in a deep shuddering breath, he needed to control himself, he couldn’t let the green creep in. That wouldn’t do anything, it wouldn’t do any good for anyone, especially right now.
“I’ve tried to kill him,” Jason admitted shakily, “I’ve tried, but he always finds a way to stop me. I don’t understand how he cares for that-that creature more than his own- than me.” A heavy silence fell between them only broken up by the gentle snores to their right.
“I don’t want her to feel this way, I don’t want her to go through the same pain I went through at her age.” Jason continued. When I was trying to find out any information on her, a potential family member that could take her home I found that her grandmother on her dad’s side died in a motorcycle accident, her grandfather died of a heart attack, on her mom’s side it looks like her mother was disowned for unknown reasons, which means that they probably would not take in her daughter. That leaves her with Social Services, and despite Bruce’s efforts I still don’t trust it; or as a street kid.”
Roy contemplated everything that Jason had just told him. They had been through a lot together, in fact Jason and Star were the reasons that he was still alive, the reason he believed that he was doing a good job at being a father, they helped him keep going when everyone else had given up on him. Roy glanced at the sleeping girl, then back to Jason. Jason looked at the girl the same way Roy looked at his own daughter, with a sort of protective love. Roy could tell that Jason cared about the kid; he probably saw himself Marinette. It only made sense that he would feel extra protective around the girl as no one would want the same trauma that you’ve faced placed onto another.
“Well, what do you think is the best thing to do Jason? I know for a fact that you’re not going to be letting Bruce or any of the other bats, besides maybe Oracle, anywhere near her. If what you say is true, and she really has no family that will willingly take her in, then what’s your plan?”
Another sigh escaped Jason as he leaned his head back so that it was hanging off the couch. “I don’t know Roy, maybe we can drop her off in Metropolis and let her be taken care of there. They have a better system and I’m sure she would be adopted by someone that would love her.”
Roy nodded, he could see the good in the plan, but there was something else. Jason was still frustrated and didn’t like the idea. “But?” He prodded.
“‘But’,” Jason said emphasizing the ‘t’, “the thought of doing that makes my skin crawl in all of the wrong ways.”
Roy hummed. This isn't some easy or light hearted task. The kid had just lost both of her parents in the most sudden way possible, then she was taken away from the area and to the house of complete strangers, and to top it off she may never be able to return to her home country; but if she does she would be put into the foster system with no stability ot time to heal. Of course she also had the possibility of being taken in by her grandparents in China, but there was a chance that they would treat her poorly since they had disowned her mother, and they may only take her in because of obligation. Nothing about this was easy, none of it was simple. If Jason wanted to somehow become her legal guardian then he would need to earn her trust, he would have to either legally become alive again or find a believable identity that would allow for him to adopt her.
There were just so many variables, and it was too late for this conversation, yet not late enough.
“Lian’s coming home tomorrow, we can figure this out while they play.”
Jason nodded, mostly to himself. “You’re right. We need to give her more time to process everything, I still need to process today.”
“Did you have a panic attack?” Roy asked worriedly. Now that he was thinking about it there must have been lots of explosions, even if most of them were disabled. Then there was the clown and how he just paraded around on the rooftops. Jason had had a few before when he returned back to the apartment after a Joker breakout, it was horrifying. Jason just gave him a sad, strained smile.
“No, thankfully.”
“Right,” Roy said as he slowly stood up, stretching his arms up dramatically. “Well let's move her to Kori’s room tonight. She’s still visiting Tamaran.”
Jason nodded, following suit. Slowly he approached the sleeping girl, televising his movements despite the fact that she was still asleep before gently picking the girl up. Roy watched with a gentle smile as he slowly walked to Kori’s room, trying not to wake her as he brought her to bed. He had watched Jason do the same thing with Lian, playing the role of older brother perfectly. Now, it looked like he might be stepping into a new role. The same role that Roy carried right now. But who knew what would happen. As Roy settled in for the night in his own room a sudden thought came to his mind. Jason was always complaining how Bruce had a “type” or MO for the people he really cared about; and that was that they needed to have black hair and/or blue eyes. The girl that Jason saved and now is attached to has black hair and…blue eyes. He quickly turned into his pillow and started laughing his butt of, hoping that no one would be able to hear him. A couple tears slipped down his cheeks as he thought to himself, ‘so it’s a learned trait after all.’
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buns is angy
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I think this is my favorite art I ever drew? Anyways I made this for chapter 3 of Bubblegum Soul, please check it out, I have cookies <3
Nobody knows you the way that I know you
Look in my eyes, I will never desert you
And just say the word
We'll take on the world
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Dating Shohei Ohtani 🦄 Headcannons
this is the short and fluffy version! Please understand that I know absolutely nothing personal about this man. I just think this is how he would act based on ✨vibes✨
SHOTIME
say it with me everyone cud👏dle👏 bug👏
that man will be glued to your side if you let him
if you don’t let him (how could you) expect the most unserious hissy fit of your life
do you want a 6’4 toddler huffing around? Cause that’s how you get that
the BIGGEST puppy dog eyes
don’t look directly into them
or he will win
or do
then it’s a win-win 😉
i know this man will pout if you tell him no
he’ll stick his bottom lip out and everything
he will starfish on top of you if you’re laying down in bed
100% loves to use your chest and tummy as a pillow
will also 100% pat your body like a drum if he’s bored enough
he wants you to be just as cuddly and clingy
he might keep it a secret but not for long
the man needs love and validation
please give it to him
PLAY WITH HIS HAIR
dear god please it looks so soft
it will make him fall asleep
he’s so serious about his sleep schedule and sleeping on his specialty pillow but it will throw it all away for nap times with you
he will snatch your phone away from you for your attention
pay the toll of kisses or you won’t get it back 😤
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