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griffin-wood · 4 months

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family christmas. || kaia.

a/n: (probably) final fic for the year, happy holidays everyone. 💕

well a year ago, who would've thought that there's a new addition to their circle, but as it reaches christmas eve, maia sits by the couch with a small bundle in her arms, atlas while kent is prepping their mini christmas tree.

“do we need more ornaments?" She asks giving somewhat of a helpful hand, as she rocks the little boy gently in her arms.

"no, I don't think so." he adds as they gaze upon the decorations, it's simple but it's theirs.

and at the sound of Kent's voice, atlas begins to coo for his daddy. The sound of it alone makes her smile, "hey, someone misses his dad."

Kent places the boxes aside and hold atlas gently, despite almost being 1 year old; he still feels the fragility and often gets nervous when he was asked to hold him. he never told anybody that, but the smile that atlas gave him was enough to calm his nerves down.

"hey kiddo." he whispers gently and rocks the little guy in his arms gently. Atlas opens his eyes gently and coos happily at the sight of his dad, making Kent smiles too. The crooked teeth of his visible to the peripheral vision, and those who know - that's when you made the kent zarneki smile.

"anyone called for uncle nick and gray, because we got presents from the north pole!" The one and only nick wiseman begins to shrike as she sighs.

"hey nick-nack." She says as she pulls nick into an embrace. "You're all early, we're supposed to meet at mom and dad's tomorrow no?"

Nick nods at the statement, "well, I'm playing Santa and I wanted to surprise my nephew. Right gray?"

The nudge nick gives to gray as he gives a polite smile pulling Maia into a hug. "Merry Christmas eve maia."

"thanks gray, forgive my brother for dragging you into his ideas." She adds with a playful smile, as gray just shrugs.

"so, where's the little guy?" Nick asks excitedly, wanting to see his nephew. he already planned in advance all the cooking lessons, and everything he wanted to teach atlas as he grows up and despite her chuckle hearing those, she wouldn't have it any other way.

And on cue, Kent steps into the room with atlas in his arms. A small smile before nick and gray coos over the child, "do you wanna hold him?"

gray shakes his head at that before nick tried to convince him, "hey, it's okay, you can do it. C'mon, hold out your arms."

And gray did as told, and atlas is safely tucked against the arms of Grayson black. "See, you can do it." Nick says in a positive light, smiling.

Kent and maia stands back and then, watches as the two of them coos over atlas.

"atlas already got everyone wrapped around his finger, he's gonna steal Christmas this year." She says with a smile, as she lays her head against his shoulder feeling his arms wrapped over her waist.

"it's his first Christmas out of many, he's gonna steal the show." He says straight to the point and there's truth in them, as she watches how gray and Nick is interacting with him, made her heart flutter with gentleness and love.

Her eyes fall onto gray and nick together, as maia looks at him. "Well, it's gonna be one hell of a Christmas party then."

Kent chuckles, the sound feels like symphony to her in agreement. It's gonna be one hella of a Christmas party tomorrow, and she can't wait.

The next day; the day of the christmas dinner.

"do we really have to wear it?" Kent asks quietly, staring at the matching sweaters that's splattered over their bed.

"it's Christmas, kenzie." Maia says softly as atlas is sleeping quietly in his baby bed.

She begins to slip into the sweaters, as Kent just watches; both intrigue and amusement.

"see, proper christmas energy." She poses and then passes him the sweater.

Kent just cocks an eyebrow his way, a protest of some sort. But, deep down he knows he'll wear it. He just likes seeing her try.

"or do you want me to put it on for you, love?" She proposes which cause him to smirk at the suggestion. He just nods, as Maia returns the gesture with a smile.

She pulls off Kent's black t-shirt off and toss it to the side, her eyes trying to not stare at his chest. But, failed anyways; which brings out a chuckle from him. Her hands slowly gesture over her chest, slightly; enjoying the view. The quietness drown over them, as the slight intimacy was captured between them. It's Christmas, she shouldn't be thinking of unholy thoughts this early morning - but, she's human. She feels his hand tips her chin upwards, as she stares into his eyes.

The smile he has can be compared to a Cheshire cat, knowing and playful. He closes the gap between them, as their lips met. Every kisses that Kent gives, it wasn't the sloppy kind. But it ranges from the feeling of melting into a puddle to the feeling of wanting to be [redacted].

Their tongues battle slightly from the kiss, until she pulls away remembering their itinerary for the day. "We have to go to my parents, love."

Kent cradles her face gently in his hold and chuckles, "I know." But neither of them move truly, and that's the thing. They can be fashionably late and they wouldn't mind.

She breaks into a chuckle at that, and puts his sweater on. "Keep the sweater on, and you might get to redeem your gift."

And that is enough for him to nod in obedience. As Maia grins at his behavior, the sound of small cries break their moment.

"our little boy has awaken, let's get him ready for his first Christmas." The words bring a new excitement, it's atlas's first Christmas with the family too.

Nick's home has become the venue for the Christmas dinner, as everyone has arrived. The place is decorated with fake snow, and a large Christmas tree with presents surrounding it. The smell of food filled the place and chatter, everyone is prepared for the festivities.

"the party has arrived!" Maia says excitedly as the family was greeted by the rest. Kent follows behind with bags of gifts ready, which they wrapped beforehand. Greetings were exchanged while atlas has been kidnapped by the Wiseman's family members.

John is holding his grandchild with a wide smile, blowing raspberries. Hope is sitting by the side, in awe at the little baby. Gray is there chatting quietly with Daphne by the corner, his arm wraps gently over Daphne's waist a subtle move. Maia notices the matching sweaters and the sight of it make her smile, a reindeer matching ones. Adorable.

Nick is still prepping the food, as she squeezes into the kitchen. Kent is talking to the phone with Ferro, who's back at his mom's home, but promises to be back by new year to celebrate it together.

"need any help, nick-nack?" She muses with a smile as she glances at the trays of food.

"ah, button. Can you help me with the dessert?"

She nods in command and helps to pour the cream on top of the cake, as it ends up spectacular. "Done, as always."

Nick returns with a smile, as he takes off his apron. "Where's the little guy?"

"no, hello and how are you my amazing little sister?"

He chuckles and then holds her hands up, "fine, so how is my amazing little sister?"

That brings a smile to her face, "she's doing good, mother duties and graduation. It's a hassle, but..I'm feeling good."

Nicholas observes her sister for a moment and then nods. The voices out there in glee chatting and catching up, as the kitchen is contrasting.

"I know..it's been a difficult year button. But, I'm always proud of you, for everything. I know I told you this a lot, and well I'll tell you until the end of time if I could. I'm happy to see you glow again." Nick says quietly, and then turns to look at her.

Maia tries to hold back her tears by groaning instead, "nick..don't make me cry on Christmas!"

He breaks into laughter, and then raises his hands up. "That's my job since you were born, button. I got the extra cookies to cheer you up, and I can pack some specially for you and Kent later if you want?"

She gives him a smile at that, and hugs him. "Thank you, nick-nack."

Nick returns the hug too, "anytime."

And they both returned back to the living room, as dinner has commence.

Kent and Maia took turns in holding Atlas as dinner begins, and fortunately, the little guy loves the attention. Everyone keeps giving atlas funny faces and love the whole day, making him feel welcome.

Maia watches for a moment as Kent holds atlas in his arms gently, making funny faces. She fell in love with him much much harder, and it's impossible not to fall in love with him at this very moment. She takes a sip of her glass of wine before taking a picture of them both together, it definitely will make it's way to the Christmas dump of the year.

"now, dessert courtesy of miss maia wiseman." Nick announced her name as all eyes on her, the cake was presented and everyone begins to dig in.

"and now..presents!" Nick says once more as everyone get their own slice.

After unwrapping it, the record holder of the most presents fall upon the main character of the dinner. Atlas himself, a variety of toys, books, clothes, and many baby stuff were given to him.

"I have a special gift for my nephew!" Nick announces excitedly as he brings a box to the pair, Kent holds atlas gently in his grasp as Maia unbox it. It's a soft kitchen set.

Maia chuckles at the sight of it, "is this early training for him to he a chef, nick-nack?"

"indeed it is, he'll grow up to be my assistant in the kitchen. A fellow family member of mine must be splendid at the kitchen." Nick smiles proudly at his own words, as Maia rolls her eyes earning a bunch of laughter in the room.

"maia is quite a cook, Nicholas." John pipes in between the conversation.

"dad..she almost destroyed my kitchen." Nick retorts as Maia hides herself behind the couch pillows, while Kent just chuckles. He remembers Maia telling him that.

"dad.. nick..don't embarrassed me on Christmas please?" She groans as the rest laughs in amusement.

"that's Christmas in the Wiseman's for you." Nick winks before pulling her into a hug.

She turns to look outside the window, snow on Christmas day. Perfect. Everyone's attention fall upon the view.

"Merry Christmas everyone." John says in enthusiasm, as Maia smiles in awe at the sight of it. Everyone else is hugging each other, she saw from the corner of her eye; gray, daphne, Sally and Kent in conversation, smiles together.

She pulls away from Nick and hugs the girls, their bond. The year comes to an end, and she's grateful for this year. The hardest but..she got everyone she needed.

They said their final goodbyes for the night, before stuffing the gifts in Kent's mustang. And they finally went home.

Baby atlas slept on the way home, as she rests her head against Kent's shoulder on the way home. The intimacy feels familiar, but this time around there's a new addition in their small family.

As they arrived, he helped her out of the car before carrying the gifts for them all. It was filled from everyone, from her mom and dad, nick, gray and daphne together, sally. but the star of the day receive the most gifts.

She carries atlas and place him in his baby cot and turns in the baby monitor before returning back to help Kent with the rest of the presents. As everything is done and dusted, the snow thankfully is not too heavy on the road. They manage to arrive safe and sound.

She plops herself against the couch of their home, and sighs. "That was a fun dinner, don't you think?"

Kent takes a seat beside her and nods, "it's quite a Christmas."

She heard the solemn tone in his words, and then takes his hand giving it a squeeze. Christmas can be hard for some families, and she hopes her family and friends can give him the comfort of a good Christmas to him.

His gaze softens at her hold, and when words failed them both. The actions speaks louder, thousand times louder; when he leans closer, his lips land against her forehead pulling her close.

"we did it, together as a family." She whispered softly and then caress his face gently. And the word family feels..new to him, a foreign concept. One where he wasn't expected to be perfect, to fit a certain narrative. And this Christmas was just that, a whole lot of love that he couldn't express properly through his words, but deep down his heart is full. She always calls him a part of her family, and her parents already accepted him as their family too. And with atlas, they're definitely a new family.

He'll try his best to keep his family protected in his own way, love and cherished. As she pulls away, they we're greeted by enthusiastic shih tzus.

"oh! I forgot my present for our little furry kiddos. Both of you girls aren't forgotten." Maia says excitedly pulling a box passing it to Kenzie.

He opens it to reveal a bunch of doggie sweaters custom made. "It will boost their petpix account! They almost reached 500 followers no?"

And that's it - the little things. As his love for her grows more and more everyday. The pups jump excitedly and licks maia's cheeks in excitement, despite not understanding of the situation. He smiles, crooked teeth and all on display for them. This is...what Christmas is all about to him, he got a new meaning to this. Something to look forward to.

"Kenzie?" She calls our for him.

His attention swift's back to her, "you alright? You seemed to be out of the loop tonight, love."

He squeezes her hands gently and kisses her knuckles. The words, when you know..you'll know hits different now. Because he knows now. But he changes the topic right away, "I kept the sweater on, what's my gift?"

Her cheeks grow red at that, and then she smiles. "Indeed you have."

She stares at the baby monitor, and atlas is sound asleep. Her enthusiasm betrays her, as she pulls his hand as they disappear to their room for the night to fulfill her promise, apparently one of their many many festivities of the day.

"merry Christmas kenzie." She whispers lovingly before her eyes begin to close, slumber land calls for her.

As he holds her close his lips hover over her forehead, everything feels perfect for their first family Christmas.

It was indeed merry.

THE END.

( tags for kaia lovers out there heehee: @wayhavenots , @yakov-vasilyev , @ambrosykim , @thedeadthree happy holidays guys mwah!)

#alya writes #oc: maia wiseman #k zarneki #x: kent x maia #FINALLY ITS DONE </3 #also its the baby boy's bday! happy bday atlas <3 #i adore writing them. ITS CLICHE I KNOW #ending the fic realm in 2023 with my roots mwah #happy holidays everyone <333 #might poof again bcs of peak uni szn but; i hope everyone is well <333

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thestarwarslesbian · 10 months

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Whenever you need sombody (1)

Time for some Hurt!Obi-wan people!

Tagging @starrrgazingbunny as Scar is in the second part but you need to read this one to get some context.

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The war was still dragging on. Anakin had spoken with the chancellor about the estimated time till the end of the war. According to Palpatine it was the Jedi council who were delaying the war and causing the rest of the Jedi to fight. Anakin stormed into the middle of a council meeting.

It didn’t look like a council meeting.

Mace Windu sat on the floor arm around his old padawan. Next to him on the chair was Plo Koon who was plating the hair of the Jedi master sat on the floor in front of him. With closer inspection Anakin realised it was Obi-wan. It was hard to recognise him with longer hair after months apart. “What do you want so bad you had to barge in here Skywalker?” Asked Mace

“I want you guys to tell me the truth.” Said Anakin. He was going to get to the bottom of the corruption within the council. The members looked like they were contemplating on whether to answer.

“Obi-wan is the only qualified Jedi that is a general,” Spoke Mace. “He is a recognised General on Melida/Daan. Which means he is the only Jedi to be recognised, formally by legitimate armies, as a General.” They were really telling him the truth. Maybe, they weren’t running the war after all. He had heard that his old master hated talking about his past before Anakin. Maybe it was because he was a child general.

“Retired, meant to be, I am.” This shocked Anakin. Master Yoda retired. He stared at Yoda on his place on Obi-wan’s lap. If it was meant to be now, then the Council definitely wouldn’t have planned for the war to go on that much longer. Next Kit Fisto “I have slept with everyone on the council bar Yoda, Plo, Mace and Obi-wan.” Okay. It wasn’t a surprise to Anakin that Kit had slept with majority of the council what had shocked him was that he hadn’t slept with Obi-wan. He was sure Kit would have tried to sleep with him first. Next Plo Koon spoke, “I’m married to Mace.” Okay, thought Anakin, Fork in a kitchen. It was to be expected, the two did biker like an old married couple.

“I am banging my general.” Shaak Ti spoke up from the seat she sat on. In her lap was a baby Yoda? Did Yoda have a child or was it the same species. The rest of the council went around sharing secrets. All of which made Anakin confused. Why would they just tell him their secrets. Obi-wan’s voice broke him out of his thoughts.

“I was sold by Qui-gon at 14 to the hutts” “WHAT” Okay so maybe not everyone on the council knows all secrets. “I was kept as a pleasure slave until I was 24 because of my biology.” Obi-wan the next part quieter than the rest.

“Hold on.” Anakin said breaking the shocked silence in the council chamber “You were a slave?” Had his master really been like him? A slave? But to be kept as a pleasure slave was something much worse. “Yeah, I still have the slave chip as I was kept by Jaba the Hut. That’s why I never went back to Tatooine or planets in hutt space because I was well recognised amongst the Hutts and slave owners.”

“OMG!” Anakin final knew where he knew Obi-wan’s face from. “That was you!”

“Please, don’t talk about it when I’m around. Please Anakin.”

“Leave, like would you. Obi-wan?” Obi-wan nodded as he stood up after lifting Yoda of his lap. “Here.” Shaak said passing the baby Yoda to him. “Grogu wants to stay with you.” Obi-wan took ba- Grogu, into his arms looking on the edge of tears before leaving the room. “Care to elaborate?” Mace asked once the council members had sat in their seats.

Anakin took a deep breath.

“When I was young and still living on Tatooine. Jaba the Hutt used to parade around the streets. No one really payed that much attention. Once a year there was a day when everyone on Tatooine gathered and watched the high up people offer something or someone to Jaba. The tradition also extends to visitors on the planet. When I was 1 it was the first time I went, I remember it very vividly, a Jedi turned up dragging a boy with him, no older then 14. The kid was begging him not to. He had a slave collar. This bit is a bit fuzzy, but my mum told me when I was older. The Jedi said he offered this boy as a force sensitive, Stewjon pleasure slave on his lap. You never saw the slaves face. Jaba had never been so excited over a gift, mum took me to a different room, but I could still here Jaba ‘breaking in’ his slave. The slave was Java’s favourite toy. He was used everywhere possible. A year before Qui-gon found me, the slave escaped and their where pictures of him placed all over, I always knew I recognised his face, I had seen it constantly for over a year.”

“Then why was Obi-wan’s braid so long?” Mace enquired. “Qui-him said that Obi-wan was protecting the Duchess of Mandalore.”

“Honestly, I wouldn’t know.”

“I can’t believe none of us knew.” Plo whispered from where he sat on Maces lap, at some point in the story he had gotten up and moved seat. “Told, I was.” Yoda said. “Obi-wan, by. Secrecy, sworn to, I was.”

“Should we talk about it with Obi-wan?” Depa asked.

“That will be up for Obi-wan to decide,” Shaak said. “But the question remains why did you want us to tell you the truth, Skywalker?”

“I was talking with the chancellor, and he said that it was the council that was making the war drag on like you wanted it to. What I saw wasn’t much help in what he said too.”

“Talk about later, we shall,” Yoda spoke. “For now, find Obi-wan we must. In the temple he is not. In the force, feel it, I do.”

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#star wars fanfiction #alya writes #obi wan kenobi #mace windu #yoda #shaak ti #plo kloon #kit fisto #depa billaba #anakin skywalker #sheev palpatine #qui gon jinn #hurt obi wan #slave obi wan #jaba the hutt #crossposted on ao3

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katalist · 9 months

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Thinking about how Miraculous, as a show, really likes to mess with popular romance tropes... and then thinking about post-reveal Ladybug and Chat having to fake-not-date.

Marinette confessing to Adrien that quite a few people know her identity at this point. Adrien being a little like "really???" because he has actually done a decent job on this front. Marinette further explaining that the people who know will absolutely have her ASS if she does anything to hurt Adrien. They have an incredibly hard time not being affectionate as heroes. Rumors spread and Marinette gets confronted and has to be like "no hahaha we're just friends I promise." They accidentally slip and kiss or something. All hell breaks loose. Kagami tries to break Chat Noir's kneecaps for being a homewrecker.

#miraculous ladybug #ladynoir #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng #Theyre both too worried about coming up with excuses for Alya that they dont notice Kagami entering the ring with a steel chair #katalist speaks #maybe ill draw this later #if someone wants to write about this you have my grace

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nobodyfamousposts · 4 months

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Coffeenette

For the record, they blame Alya. All of them do. No question. They will never NOT blame Alya for this.

Even Nino, who is her boyfriend and supposed to support her. He’s agreed with her about almost everything. But not about this.

Even Rose, who is the sweetest girl in their class. She’ll apologize and be really nice about it, but she still blames Alya.

Heck, even Chloe did, which was a surprise. She was a bully sure, but as such, anyone would have thought this sort of thing would be beneath her. Though it could simply be that she just liked having any excuse to make fun of someone.

…Or so they thought until they saw Chloe scramble away to hide as soon as she saw it happen.

But none of them blamed Alya more for this situation than Marinette, who could only swear all unholy vengeance and glare daggers at her soon to be ex-best friend as she took her sole reason for living in this cold and terrible world and threw it in the garbage!

“Marinette, come on. It’s not that big of a deal!”

“It was innocent…”

“It was a cup of coffee!”

“The perfect cup of coffee. The coffee to end all coffees. Brewed to perfection and at just the right temperature. I could have died happily with that coffee. No other cup of coffee will ever compare. Ambrosia was in that cup and you threw it away!”

“Are you serious?!”

“Shh. Shh…I must mourn.”

“Get off the floor!”

“Mourn, I say!”

Oh sure, some had shrugged it off at the time. Alya had just rolled her eyes and dragged Marinette to class—coffeeless. Others had simply laughed a little at the dramatic display before moving on.

But those who knew better were panicking.

Some were already looking up therapists. Two were immediately calling their parents to ask about a school transfer. A few had given up on life and were writing up their wills.

It should be made clear: Marinette Dupain-Cheng was a kind girl. Sweet. Dedicated. Dependable. If you needed help, she was there. She was the one to look to for a solution to any problem. She was the first to put forth an effort and offer an olive branch, even if you hurt her. And of course the last thing she ever wanted to do was upset anyone. And if she did, she would be the first to apologize and try to make up for it.

…the problem was that this was all when Marinette was in a good space. And while her good days exceeded her bad days, that was not to say that there were not bad days. And when she had her bad days, they were…bad.

The thing that few knew about Marinette Dupain-Cheng was that there were…times, you could say, when she was not her normal friendly self. Times when she was…

…Grumpy.

Kind of mean.

Downright brutal, actually.

It only happened when she was either very angry or very stressed.

Which, unfortunately for everyone, has been increasing quite a bit since Hawk Moth made his grand entrance into the world of supervillainy.

Marinette had been stressed for a while and it showed. She’d been losing sleep. And they could tell she’s been more groggy given how frequently she’s been walking into walls and doors. They had thought this was cute at first. They had even laughed about it.

They hadn’t realized that this was actually only the first stage. Not until she started coming in with coffee—something she hadn’t done in years.

Marinette struggled when she was tired.

Thanks to Hawk Moth, she had lately been very tired.

And with her consistent lack of sleep, coffee had been her best friend. Or at least her best consumable friend. The sort of friend that brought her relief and made living bearable.

…until Alya took it away.

It turned out that Marinette’s parents had become…”concerned” about Marinette’s caffeine intake and had forbidden her from the beverage. Normally, they could only keep it away from her at home by either keeping her from the coffee pot or when necessary, switching to decaf. But Marinette had found ways around that by getting her bitter bitter life-saving paint stripper juice outside, usually on the way to school.

Or at least, she used to. But this was a new year and THIS time, Marinette had a new friend—and a BEST FRIEND at that in the form of Alya Cesaire, whom Tom and Sabine had chosen to enlist in their plot to protect their daughter from things that weren’t good for her.

Like coffee. Her precious life-preserving coffee.

And next to the Ladyblog and her secondary role as Rena Rouge, Alya had never jumped on anything faster.

Marinette’s morning coffee run? Done. A thing of the past as Alya would walk her to school and ensure they made no other stops along the way.

Marinette’s stash of coffee and energy drinks? Ransacked. Alya searched her locker, her desk, her bags. And being Marinette’s best friend, she knew ALL of her potential hiding spots.

Marinette’s emergency chocolate-covered espresso beans? Taken. Alya practically treated it like it was radioactive given the gloves and goggles she wore as she removed them. And in her defense, they very well may have been. Marinette was very tight-lipped over just where she had gotten them. She had tried to hide the fact that they WERE espresso beans, but Alya still wasn’t fooled.

Alya was on the hunt and there was NOTHING that could stop her. For her best friend’s “greater good”.

…as far as Marinette was concerned, the “greater good” could shove it.

She saved Paris on a daily basis! This was the LEAST it could give her in return!

Sadly, it appeared that Alya—and by extension Paris, cared not for Marinette’s sacrifice. Thus she was left to stew in her growing rage…stew like the precious brew she was being deprived of.

Up until that point it was clear that Marinette had been surviving on coffee and sheer spite. And now she only had one of those two things left.

But it would be fine! Really!

…so long as no one earned her ire.

Chloe had been one such unfortunate recipient of that ire some time ago in her younger days. Though Marinette had profusely apologized to her afterwards, Chloe never forgot and has held it against her ever since.

...well, after her several month sabbatical from school, at any rate.

So the fact that Chloe was suddenly trying to convince her father to let her take a vacation in the middle of the school year should have been a major red flag.

…or the way Marinette slammed her bag on her desk to get the class’s attention when they started getting off task and too loud in class.

……or the death glare she gave Kim the instant he tried to poke fun at her state with a literal poke to her cheek to try to wake her…and the injured finger he received for his trouble when she grabbed the offending object and bent it back.

…………or how most of the teachers were conveniently refraining from giving them any homework assignments they knew they should have been getting. Or not acknowledging Marinette’s grumpy behavior and sleeping in class. Or avoiding even looking in Marinette’s general direction.

The point was that it was evident that not all was right in the classroom and especially with their normally kind and happy Everyday Ladybug.

To their credit, the classmates had tried to bring Marinette coffee in order to help restore her to her usual state...or at least avoid her wrath.

But all their attempts were for naught, as Alya herself had become something of a bloodhound for caffeine. And having appointed herself as enforcer of the coffee ban, she would confiscate any form of the substance they tried to bring in and dispose of it in short order—much to the classmates’ horror and Marinette’s growing displeasure.

As far as the class could figure, it seemed that coffee was either simply useful in keeping Marinette awake and aware, or it was a comfort to her when she was feeling stressed.

Probably both.

And Alya, in all her misguided concern for the girl’s health, had taken it upon herself to remove the one thing keeping Marinette stable. Stable and happy and not inclined to traumatize anyone unfortunate enough to get in her way.

So yes, everyone in the class did blame her. They didn’t do anything about that resentment, of course, but they did still blame her.

Not that Alya seemed to care.

“Alya.” Nino knelt—literally knelt before her, his hands clasped as if in prayer. “Please. I’m begging you! Just let the girl have her coffee!”

She only rolled her eyes before throwing away yet another cup Marinette had managed to procure from the teacher’s lounge—somehow completely ignoring the daggers the other girl was glaring at them all with from the window of the classroom.

Alya was unmoved.

And seemingly oblivious to the scratch marks on the window left in the wake of Marinette’s pawing.

“It’s for her own good.” Alya insisted, much to the growing horror and frustration of those around her.

“What about our good?“

“You’ll be fine.“ She said dismissively.

“She made Kim cry!” Nino exclaimed, gripping his hat.

“You’re exaggerating.“

“She brought out the Vial. Do I need to tell you about the Vial?“

“The what now?“

“Marinette has a special Vial she carries during…these times.” Max explained as he helped the despondent Nino to his feet.

Alya blinked.

“Okay?”

“She uses that Vial to collect the tears of anyone who so much as annoys her while she’s in this state!”

“That’s a little weird, but—”

Nino cut her off.

“She uses those tears to flavor her coffee.”

Alya stared.

“What?”

“She flavors her coffee with tears, Alya!” He continued, gripping her shoulders. “Not cream! Not sugar! Not cinnamon or chocolate or pumpkin spice like normal people and Americans! TEARS! OUR TEARS! What does that tell you?!”

“That tells me you’re exaggerating.“ She replied, looking decidedly unimpressed. And thus cruelly ignored his whimpering as she tossed the rest of the coffee into the trash bin.

She shot them a look as she slammed the bin lid closed, as if daring them to challenge her.

Nino looked on the verge of a breakdown.

Max sighed and texted the others.

To everyone else, the slamming of that bin lid was akin to a signal…one that indicated the sealing of their fates.

Some cried. Some prayed.

Most chose to stay out of the way.

…that was likely all they could do.

Other than blame Alya, of course. Which they did.

As Marinette’s antics changed from funny “walking into walls isn’t she cute” to less funny “eviscerate your soul with words”.

As whispers from the rest of the school followed the classmates, offering them sympathy and prayers.

As the very atmosphere changed from a sense of melancholy to ever growing unease and outright paranoia. As if her presence itself brought with it something seemingly eldritch in nature.

And through it all, Alya ignored the warnings and insisted this was for the best.

To be fair, it was perhaps her friendship with Marinette that offered her some protection from the worst of it.

…others were not spared.

Timothy—everyone remember Timothy? Prominent student and good friend to the rest of the class. Top of his class. Fellow swimmer and athlete to Kim and Odine. Was one of the few people Chloe would listen to. Tried to help Nino throw the party during Bubbler and the only one to notice Sabrina hadn’t appeared in a while in Antibug. Remember? That Timothy. Had totally been there all along and was well liked by everyone. Possibly as much as Adrien.

…until he admonished Marinette for bumping into him and not looking where she was going.

And.

Marinette.

Snapped.

It was the moment Marinette finally had enough. Both of the lack of coffee and of holding back her frustration about the situation.

It was also the last time Timothy was seen at school. Or anywhere for that matter. Given how abrupt it was and how people actively avoid mentioning him again, some question if he had ever really existed…

Eh, probably not. It was likely just a rumor.

What wasn’t a rumor was how Chloe (after being denied being allowed to ditch school) presumed that a new year and being Queen Bee meant she was stronger than she had been before and thus strong enough to put the caffeine-deprived version of Marinette in her place. She would prove to Marinette, to herself, and to everyone that SHE was the head bitch in charge.

Marinette was abruptly woken out of a nice daydream that either involved Adrien or coffee or Adrien AND coffee to find herself being yelled at. And find herself face to face with Chloe.

Oh wait, Chloe was the one yelling at her.

She had a hard time making out what Chloe was saying, but the fact remained that it WAS Chloe. Which was never a pleasant place to begin any realization.

It would help if she had coffee.

Was there coffee?

Marinette looked at her depressingly empty hands.

No.

"Well?! Do you hear me?!" Chloe shouted.

Marinette looked up at the blonde and took a slow breath before opening her mouth to speak.

...

…thirty minutes later, Sabrina found Chloe catatonic under her desk and took her home early.

To be fair, she had brought it on herself. After all, she really should have learned her lesson from the last time. But still, it was hard to forget the scene as Sabrina gently guide her out of the building as Chloe mumbled to herself, her face pale, her mascara running, and her eyes wide and haunted.

She was out for the rest of the week.

Bustier was...no help. In her ever rose-tinted fashion, she attempted to speak with Marinette early on what had been a particularly bad morning.

“Marinette, I heard you’ve been having some trouble with your classmates.”

It took a minute for Marinette to realize Bustier was there, much less that she was trying to have a conversation.

“—argument with Chloe the other day. It seems like whatever you had said really hurt Chloe’s feelings.”

Marinette blinked, trying to comprehend what was being said to her.

“—was uncalled for. Chloe didn’t deserve that.”

Bustier. Something about Chloe? She hadn’t seen her in a while. She thought things had been quieter lately…

“—you know how Chloe is and that she needs help. Surely whatever she said couldn’t have been that bad, and—”

These were clearly words, but they weren’t making sense.

“—remember what I said before about the Marinette’s of the world? It’s important to show love to people, even if they aren’t nice. So they can learn from your good example and—”

Marinette.exe needed coffee to continue this conversation.

“I think the two of you can talk this out. You can apologize to Chloe and model the right behaviors.”

Was there coffee to continue?

“—and who knows? Maybe the two of you will even become the best of friends!”

No.

“—what do you think?”

Marinette frowned at Bustier and opened her mouth to speak.

...

...it would be the first and only time Bustier would make such an attempt to speak to coffee-deprived Marinette. Nobody knows exactly what happened, as the students had come in when class started only to find Bustier in the aftermath, sobbing over her desk and completely inconsolable.

No class was had that day.

#ml fic #marinette dupain cheng #alya cesaire #coffeenette #why alya why #alas poor timothy #we...didn't really know you at all actually #but you will be missed #yes I'm actually writing this #pray for me #pray for everyone actually #the poor poor traumatized souls

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nixthelapin · 24 days

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I think the writers totally missed out on using Alya and Lila as foils for both being foxes, but using the power of illusion and misdirection in very different ways.

Lila: using emotions and threats to set a trap for LB (and CN, but she’s got that personal grudge)

Vs. Alya: using her intelligence/cunning to get out of a trap (and get LB out too)

And just in general being very different people:

Lila’s entire character is that she’s a liar who will do anything to avoid the truth, while Alya is the investigative reporter who uncovers truth.

Lila as someone who hates and is out to get both Marinette and LB vs. Alya who loves and supports both

I just think they could’ve done a lot more with this, especially since they made both girls a fox character, specifically surrounding the Fox Miraculous (I know Lila never had the real one, but she did pretend to for her akumatization)- that’s not nothing!

But nah, instead Alya just becomes brain dead around Lila, believes all her lies without question (no matter how stupid or nonsensical), and doubts everything her best friend tells her when it comes to said lies. Wasted potential.

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miabrown007 · 5 months

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the summer after finishing university in New York, Marinette gets invited to a camping trip with Alya and Nino and his best friend. which, honestly, is for the best. at least she has more time than the four years she's already had to figure out how to reach out to her one-time superhero partner, with whom she fell out of touch after the reveal.

only, it's Adrien Agreste waiting for them on the meeting point, beaming so hard at her that it's blatantly obvious they know each other well. in her panic, what is Marinette supposed to tell Alya and Nino to protect their identites, if not that they used to date?

(fake exes AU x there was only one tent)

#miraculous ladybug #writing prompt #ladynoir #adrinette #if you thought fake-dating was ridiculous enough get ready for: fake exes!!#Adrien is sunshine. his lady!! he's so happy to see her again!!! but also she did kind of ghost him for years is she mad at him?#Marinette is dying inside. maybe this would be easier if she ever fell out of love with Chat Noir and not just dated for sport during her B #Alya doesn't understand how could her best friend hide a relationship all throughout highschool but she wants to know all about it!#Nino's pretty sure Adrien is still in love with Nette which makes everything so much more complicated. couldn't they just stargaze in peace #I'm clearly having a lot of thoughts about it but I also do not think this is getting written unfortunately #poor boy sitting in my drafts for a year now. someone liberate him!!

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coffeebanana · 1 year

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Today's warm-up ficlet brought to you by me wanting to experiment with writing broken ribs. And it's complete enough to share as a tumblr snippet, so...enjoy!

“We’re almost there,” Marinette said, gently squeezing his arm. As if Adrien didn’t recognize the staircase up to his own apartment. Then again, nothing in his life really seemed the same anymore. Even this trip upstairs was more than he could handle. Each step jostled his broken ribs, and every breath was a fiery spike in his chest. The pillow he clutched to his chest did little to help. And not even his mind offered any distraction; his father’s betrayal was a whole other kind of pain. If it weren’t for his friends—Marinette at his side, Nino following behind, and Alya waiting for all of them at the top—Adrien was sure he wouldn’t have made it. He would have given up halfway up the first flight of stairs. Or he’d still be at the hospital, struggling to put on his shoes. “You’re doing great, mec,” Nino encouraged, like a broken record. Adrien didn’t think he’d heard his friend say anything else all day. You’re doing great—when Adrien could barely stand up on his own. You’re doing great—when he was seconds from bursting into tears. You’re doing great—after he almost snapped at Marinette for fluffing his pillow one too many times, and was tempted to do snap at Nino for daring to repeat the same lie over and over. Now, at least he was grateful for the words—how had Nino had the patience to put up with him all day? Tears sprang to the corners of his eyes, but he couldn’t let them fall. If he started crying, he wouldn’t know how to stop, and crying was another thing that hurt too much. He took a deep breath, trying to compose himself. He’d forgotten that breathing to deeply was the worst pain of all. Adrien gasped midway up the next step, clutching the pillow closer to his chest. It was no use; the damage was done. The pain ripped out like a stone dropping into a pond—each wave was a little weaker than the last, but there was nothing he could do to hurry it along. “Let’s rest here for a minute,” Marinette suggested. Adrien wanted to argue—they were three steps from the top. What was the point?—but he couldn’t manage to speak. Instead, he succumbed to the tears slipping down his cheeks, doing damage control by means of taking shallow, steady breaths, trying not to feel anything that would spur the tears on. That became near impossible when gentle fingers wiped away his tears and delicate lips pressed against his cheek. Marinette too had been ridiculously patient. Impossibly tender. And she was Ladybug—that truth hadn’t had a chance to sank in, but it barely needed one. It just felt right. “Come on,” Alya said. Her words weren’t impatient, but they didn’t coddle him either. And that felt right too. It felt good—to know that at least one person wasn’t treating him like he’d break. “Three more steps,” she encouraged. “Then you can rest as much as you want.” That wasn’t really true. The pain didn’t go away even when he was sitting, and he doubted he’d be able to get much sleep. Plus, there were a hundred things he knew he’d have to deal with in the coming days—cops, lawyers, and the weight of Paris’ opinion, to name a few. But when he opened his eyes, Alya met his gaze with a friendly challenge. Marinette rubbed his arm, and Nino squeezed his shoulder. Three more steps. He’d take one for each of them.

#miraculous ladybug #fluff and angst #hurt/comfort #core four #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng #nino lahiffe #alya cesaire #cw broken bones #long post #miraculeakless #ml leak free #coffeebanana writes

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new-kit-on-the-block · 4 months

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Miraculous - The watered-down significance of akumatization

(This is an analysis, but it's also a sort of rant. So there's a lot of text underneath the cut. Just a fair warning.)

I have a problem with the way that the latter seasons of Miraculous handle akumatization.

There's a pretty basic rule of thumb when it comes to writing the bigger moments of your story:

If something is a big deal, let it be a big deal.

Seasons 4 and 5 don't always do that.

Let's take a look at what I mean.

These are screenshots of the three separate occasions that characters have broken out of akumatization in seasons 4 and 5.

Take note of who these characters are and their importance (or lack thereof) to the overall plot.

On the one hand, you have Alya and Nino, the two main characters' respective best friends. It's only natural in a show like this for these two to be strong enough to break out of akumatization, it makes the main characters look like they definitely chose their friends right.

And then you have Alix's Redditor conspiracy-theorist older brother.

Why is he one of the big three who managed such a significant feat like this?

It's not like he's been shown to be particularly strong-willed. In fact, one could argue that he's even less so than most other characters due to how much further he fell into the rabbit hole of Lila's manipulation than anyone else.

His gullibility and irrationality are the entire reason he gets akumatized in the first place.

And he doesn't ever play a significant role after this, either. The only other time that he even had so much as a speaking role was the other time he got akumatized way back in season 1 for not being allowed to sacrifice someone to the Egyptian gods.

Now, these aren't the first times that people have fought back against Hawkmoth while being akumatized. But they are the first times that they've successfully broken out.

Pixelator questioned Hawkmoth's authority over him, and in response, Hawkmoth did something with his hand that started causing physical pain to Pixelator, reinstating his control over his akuma.

The only other time an akuma victim fought back was Robustus, which was a special case because he rebelled against Hawkmoth by using the specific abilities that were granted to him.

Neither of them even tried to escape akumatization.

Akumatization has always been set up as something powerful. Something that takes the worst parts of you and amplifies them to the point of no longer being capable of rational thought.

We never end up questioning why people don't try to resist akumatization if they know that they might end up hurting people. We already know the answer. It's because they can't.

Even Ms. Bustier, possibly the character who hated akumatization the most at the time, couldn't avoid becoming akumatized despite her best efforts.

So three separate people breaking free from their akumatization should imply that Gabriel's control over his victims is getting weaker, which would be a very big deal.

But nothing is ever done with that. After Alix's brother, nobody ever broke out of akumatization again. The ability to do so is used as nothing more than a plot device in these few episodes.

Another thing is that, if anything, Gabriel's grasp over his victims' emotional state should be even stronger.

His akumas are canonically more powerful than before, to make the lucky charms that Ladybug hands out stop working against him.

If bigger and more powerful akumas don't make his hold on people even stronger than before, then the entire arc of Ladybug realizing that she can create charms to prevent people from being akumatized more than once, and Hawkmoth's counter-arc of nullifying her efforts by simply creating bigger akumas was all just a complete waste of time.

After Guiltrip, I assumed that they were building up to Rose being able to break out of akumatization through her naturally positive nature alone, and then they would have an arc of her teaching others how to do the same.

Suffice to say, neither of those things happened.

Rose's "inner voice" that she's apparently had in her head this entire time doesn't serve any actual purpose other than to make her worthy of the pig miraculous.

To be clear: I don't have any issues with Rose's invisible illness never being mentioned at any point before Guiltrip. That's the entire point of an invisible illness.

My point is that Rose's ability to break free from negative emotion-based mind control is an extremely important ability that was never even so much as hinted at before or even brought up again any time after Guiltrip.

So, once again, it's just an extremely important one-off ability that doesn't matter and doesn't affect the stakes whatsoever.

These seasons keep throwing moments at us that should be very big deals but are never treated as such.

Now let's compare all of this to an actually good akumatization-related scene.

When Chloe successfully rejected akumatization.

When this happened, it was huge, and it felt like it too.

Not just because of how impressive the feat itself was, but also because of where Chloe was in her character arc.

Chloe was under the impression that Ladybug might never let her be Queen Bee again. Full stop.

She had potentially permanently lost a privilege that really mattered to her, Lila was starting to get inside her head, and she was becoming mean to Sabrina again.

By all accounts, Chloe should've been in the stage of her arc where she started to revert back to her old self. The old Chloe would've accepted Hawkmoth's words without a second thought.

If this was the conventional Zuko-style arc that so many writers try and fail to replicate, this would've been the scene where it seems like she may not actually get redeemed, and would fall back on old patterns of hers. Which is an interesting enough arc on its own.

But we instead have a girl who doesn't have any way of truly knowing better, has no good role models, and is close only to people who enable her worst behaviors. And she chooses to be good.

Her worst fears are starting to come true, nobody seems to have any care or respect for her, and a smarter and more experienced grown man is using all of these negative emotions against her to mind control her. And she still chooses to trust the process and work to gain back Ladybug's trust. Exactly like Ladybug told her to.

The one time she was given really good advice, it stuck with her.

This is the moment that flat-out confirms that Chloe can be redeemed, and actively wants to be better.

Not only did she not get akumatized, she almost made it look easy.

But the show still makes it perfectly clear that this wasn't an easy feat by any means.

She was visibly exhausted and scared after the akuma left, breathing heavily like she almost just drowned.

But the important part is that she did it. She didn't get akumatized. And she is shown to be rightfully proud of this fact.

It's also interesting to note that no other character has ever broken out of akumatization, mid-akumatization.

In the seasons to come, several people would be breaking out of akumatization after they had already been akumatized. But Chloe is the first, and only, person to reject akumatization before it even took hold.

That's how you give a moment like this the emotional weight that it deserves, by letting it stand on its own and not bombarding your audience with the same scene played out by several other characters.

Chloe was the only one to do this, and that shows that she could bring something special to the team if she actually got the chance to be a heroine again. It makes us consider the possibility that her stubborn and argumentative nature might actually end up being a silver lining. She can still be herself while saving people. In her own way.

She can be a hero. She can become a better person. And she doesn't have to change a thing about herself.

It would be a really nice message to send.

Which just makes it all the more disappointing when it doesn't amount to anything.

If the point of her character was that she could've been better, but became worse instead, that would've made for an interesting sort of tragedy.

But that's not what it is. I know that's not what the writers intended because if that were the case, then Ladybug would've probably had some lines about how much potential Chloe had, and how well she was doing before she went back to her old self.

We don't get any of that. What we get instead is the show and characters acting like Chloe was always as bad as she is in seasons 4 and 5.

She never actually liked Adrien. She was never kind to her father or Sabrina. She never wanted to get better.

And that's just not true.

Sorry, the main point of this post was to showcase the difference between important moments that were given the appropriate emotional weight, and those that weren't. But I just went off on a bit of a tangent there.

God. Even when this show gets something right, it gets like ten other things wrong.

Anyway, TDLR: If you want a moment to be significant, let it be significant. Let it make big changes that actually matter. Don't be a coward who's too afraid to change the hierarchy of your story in any kind of way that matters.

If you want a moment to have an impact on your audience, give it time to breathe on its own, and don't repeat it for at least a little while after.

And for God's sake, if an ability is a big deal, then don't let some unimportant side character that no one cares about also have that ability. It just makes it seem like it's not.

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sizzleissues · 1 month

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Gift (Core 4 and Adrien thinks, writing exercise)

“You didn’t have to!” Marinette says, squealing as she turns the t-shirt over in her hands. On its front is the visualiser art for Jagged Stones obscure first release, faded now by years of love and soap. Alya beams, leaning forward to see the gift through Marinette’s ecstatic eyes.

“It really wasn’t that big of a deal. You just happened to mention you’d discovered Crocodile Mania on the phone as I passed the second-hand store. It was fate really.” She shrugs but her pleasure in a successful gifting is betrayed by her smile.

Adrien can’t but feel slightly envious of her fortune. Marinette had loved the various gifts he’d given her (for example the blanket draped across her knees. While he couldn’t knit or sew, he knew that she was in dire need of something to keep her warm during the night because she kept shivering and denying it. He’d ironed on a few cat themed patches to the front and she’d glowed upon receiving it.) But nothing had quite elicited the same reaction (well, nothing material at least…)

Marinette puts the t-shirt to her face, giggling and falling back. As Nino hands his gift to Alya, she slips it on, cradling her arms around her chest. It fits perfectly.

“This is really nice Alya, I hope you didn’t spend too much. Memorabilia like this is usually-.”

Alya turns, her new set of earmuffs in her hands, and shakes her head. “It’s fine Marinette, it really wasn’t that much.”

“Alya,” she complains.

Adrien sighs internally. Always eager to give but chronically unable to receive, as Ladybug or as Marinette. At some point he’d figured out as Chat Noir that his roses weren’t rejected out of apathy or lack of feelings but by her inability to accept them. At first because she didn’t feel he was sincere, and then because she despised the money spent on it.

“It’s just too much,” she’d say. “Money better spent elsewhere.”

“It’s just too much,” she says to Alya now. “Money better spent elsewhere.”

“But for the look on your face? Priceless,” Alya assuages and partially convinces Marinette to relax her anxious frown. Adrien huffs, when he’d used that line last year she’d balked at him.

Money is it. The insecurity of it. The lack of it. Something he has in spades but his friends do not. That was the source.

The conversation moves on, the ‘friend exchange gifts in a circle with a STRICT spending limit’ over because none of them could agree what to call it. White elephant was too ostentatious according to Alya, sick of its results in her own family. She’d ended up with a bag of baby carrots, three golden Easter eggs the size of her head and a miniature chicken carved out of broccoli over the course of the years. Secret Santa deemed pointless by Nino because there were so little of them around they’d figure it out immediately. Finally Marinette vetoed grab bag for similar reasons to Nino. In the end, it mostly resembled regular gift giving.

“Speaking of Jagged Stone, did you see he’s performing in a few weeks. Tickets are crazy.” Nino lifts up his phone to show the dates and ticket price.

“That’s insane.”

“Who can afford that?”

“That’s not too bad-,” Adrien pauses, realising his response didn’t fit the other ones yelled out by the others. “That’s awful,” he corrects. Luckily, he only receives one odd glance from Marinette against his chest.

“Like maybe if it was later, but that’s so close. No one commissions me during January,” Marinette muses, playing with his arm as she speaks. Her hands make their way to his, intertwining and twisting until settling together. It’s quite distracting.

“Same here. Work doesn’t really pick back up until after they’ll be sold out. And then there’s definitely no getting them.” Alya groans and flops against the back of the couch. Balancing university and work had become the main struggle for many of them. To afford it they needed to work but to pass class they needed to study.

Notably not Adrien. The difference had become ever more starkly present since leaving collegé. While his friends took up odd jobs and dived for spare change, he continued modelling only because the evenings became incredibly boring with his friends often scattered across Paris, being more adult than him. He could quit, he should quit after everything, but then it was just be more obvious the free time his financial status afforded him. It wasn’t like he didn’t offer to help. But from there you ran into a different problem. Pride.

Case and point.

“I could get the tickets-,” he begins.

“ABSOLUTELY NOT!”

“Adrien no. Bad.”

“Don’t even suggest it.”

“And you can pay it back once things pick up again.” He finishes. Marinette relaxes her sudden iron grip on his hand.

“Oh.” The let out collectively.

From under his head Marinette hums. “That could work. I usually get work in February anyway.”

“Exactly,” he says. “It has no downsides.”

Wow. I can write again. Unfortunately it’s the present tense calling to me which isn’t my usual. Forgive, I’m stretching my bones.

Anyway this is sort of based off the discussions I’ve been seeing about Adrien and gift giving. Idk if it really hits it but I had fun and it was nice to play around in these characters heads again after so long.

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng #ml fanfic #sizzle writes #alya cesaire #nino lahiffe

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miraculousfanworks · 9 months

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Fanfiction Prompt

Marinette gets hit with a time rewind. She remembers everything through season 5, but suddenly it's the first day of collegé again. She runs into Fu on the way to school, gets the Miraculous, etc. The only problem is, she's pathologically incapable of remembering that no one else remembers what's happened. Oh, right Alya doesn't know I'm Ladybug yet. Oh, right, I'm not the guardian yet. Oh right, Fu doesn't know how to make the potions yet. Oh, right, Adrien and I don't have a relationship ship yet. Why is Chloe screaming? Adrien meanwhile, 'Who is that girl, why did she kiss me, and why do I want her to do it again?'

Prompt by Tiwaz

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griffin-wood · 1 year

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everything has changed. nyla/seven (implied) . infamous.

"Why didn't I stop him from leaving...?" She says to herself more, as she stares into her reflection in the mirror. Everyone has left, the vote ended, and now she's alone. Somewhere trapped within her mind, her lonesome personnel.

The room was small enough, for both of them to crammed up all those memories into little spaces keeping it alive.

She turns the faucet on, splashing water on her face. The sight of herself in the mirror made her sigh, the result of the emotional turmoil from today. Her eyes brimmed with red, the aftermath of the tears after he left.

Nyla Jackson wasn't taught to be a crier, she was told to toughen up. She did, she was - and until now, she was strong enough. She shouldn't even cry, but when it happened; she faltered. She couldn't believe how her emotions cause her to weaken - seven was partially responsible for that, in a good way. He made her think that emotions were good, it was okay, and she was okay for expressing them. And for the longest time, she believed it too, she poured it upon the many little moments of music and life they once shared together. She turns to face the room again; everything in her room has a little trace of him. He was everywhere, Seven Lawless were tattooed in this kaleidoscope of memories in this room.

"I'm sorry, seven." She says quietly to herself, she couldn't reason on know what she was sorry for. I'm sorry that I didn't fight harder for you, I did. I tried, but...

She shakes her head, and the thought disappears instantly as she makes her way onto the bed. The dark night that used to be accompanied by his hums and laughter in the little room, is now silenced. The contrast made her heartache, it felt too real. The pain inside of her, as she find one of his shirts that were laying, somehow made a home within her room. She picks it up, puts it on, and hugs her body close. Letting the tears fall from her eyes into her ears, as she stares upward. Hoping this was all a nightmare, and tomorrow; he'll come back and stay. the band will stay together, and everything will be fine.

But, it's not true.

Everything has changed, and she couldn't escape it as much as she tried to.

THE END.

#alya writes #oc: nyla jackson #nyla x seven #infamous if #doing something impulsive at midnight #first time writing for miss nyla <3 #a palette cleanser from all the articles babey

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thestarwarslesbian · 10 months

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Whenever you need somebody (2)

Once again tagging: @starrrgazingbunny If anybody else wants to be tagged please let me know.

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Scar was tired. They had just covered a 3-hour shift for Thorn and had an 18-hour shift in 4 hours. Right now, all they wanted to do was sleep and have some food. Their leftovers from the night before had just finished in the microwave when there was a knock on the door. ‘Who the hell was it.’ Scar got up and walked over to the door opening it to see who was on the other side of the door.

On the other side was Obi-wan Kenobi. Scar’s perfect boyfriend. “Obi-wan?” Scar questioned. “What are you doing here?” Obi-wan knew that Scar had an 18-hour shift so there was no point in coming over. “Can I come in?” The quietness of Obi-wan’s voice concerned them. They had only seen Obi-wan like this once before that was one of the worst times of his life that they can remember. “Of course.” Scar said leading their boyfriend over to the Sofa.

“Are you okay?” Scar said.

“Physically? Yes.” Obi-wan started tears forming in his eyes. “Mentally? No.”

“Oh baby,” Scar said pulling Obi-wan into their lap. The last time they did it was a way of cuddling for fun. Now it was a way to keep Obi-wan safe. “What happened?”

“I don’t want to talk about it. Can we just cuddle instead?”

“Absolutely.” They said picking Obi-wan up and walking him over to the bed. So that the two of them could lay down and cuddle each other.

*3 hours later*

Scar was nodding off when someone nocked on the door of their apartment. Scar slipped away from Obi-wan who was spread out across the bed, like a starfish. Scar thought it adorable. The knock happened again. “I’ll be right back.” They said walking over to the front door. A whine as they walked away was the response they got from their boyfriend.

“Hello, can I help you?” It took Scar a moment to realise who they were talking to. “Is Obi-wan here?” Asked General Windu.

“Yes. He is, please come in.” Scar moved to the side to let the General come into their flat. The general looked at Scar as if to ask where Obi-wan was. Scar pointed to the bedroom where Obi-wan still slept. Wanting to give the two some space, Scar went to go and get ready for his shift.

“Hi Obi.” Mace said as he sat him. Obi-wan opened his eyes to look at Mace. “Hi Mace.” He said tiredly, “Is Anakin finished?”

“Yeah, about an hour ago.” Mace replied, stroking Obi-wan’s hair. “You’ve started a wild goose chase looking for you all over coruscant.”

“I’m sorry.” Obi-wan said quietly. Mace chuckled as he continued to stroke Obi-wan’s hair as the latter hugged his pillow tightly. “Don’t be we know that Scar helps you feel better. So, we knew you would be here. Or at least I did.”

Scar walked in hearing their lover laugh. The first time Obi-wan had laughed in 4 hours. It made Scars heart flutter at how cute Obi-wan’s laugh was. Scar walked over to their side of the bed. “I’ve got to go now. Fox will have my head if I don’t give him an update on you when I get there.” Scar picked up their helmet from the bad side table. “Be safe.” Obi-wan whispered sounding more tired than he did previously. “Will do” Scar said as they Kissed Obi-wan’s forehead “I love you.”

“Love you too.” Obi-wan said falling asleep.

“General?” Scar stared to say. “Could you take obi-wan back to his place? I’ve got an 18-hour shift in the lower levels, and I don’t know when I’ll get back.” Scar said as they walked with Mace towards the door.

“Will do.” Mace said, “Wait what do you mean 18-hour shift?” He exclaimed. Scar realised the mistake they had made. No general other than Obi-wan knew about the guard shifts and how they were treated. “I’ll explain another day.” Scar said, pulling their helmet over their head. “I don’t want to be late.”

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