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messwriting · 7 years

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My Candy Love - Lysander

When Lysander looked at her, the best way to control herself was talking until her tongue swelled.

Those disparate eyes locked on hers and she imagined how delightful it would be to see them blurred, tightened in a spiral of pleasure as her name would come out of those soft, small, masculine lips. The alcohol was rising faster than expected if she was thinking something like this so openly while they were supposed to be talking. - What? - She complained, her face indifferent as her body started to burn; Quickly turned her gaze to the glass of wine in her hands, and when she could no longer look at the dark liquid, she turned to look at the offensively large balcony of his childhood friend's new apartment.

She could easily feel his gaze burn at her shoulders. Instinctively she discovered her neck to him, pulling her hair to the opposite side and passing them over her right shoulder - it was less than seconds before she felt his gaze wander to her face and then turned to look at the same view as her. Now, well, in her opinion, that was the most shameful thing about being in love for so long with her best friend. After so much time of friendship, there was nothing sensual that you could use. And it's not that they didn't work, he just was not interested. He does not see you in the same way. So while she made the best of her femininity to very quietly collect the dark locks and leave that large amount of fair skin on the attractively feminine curve of her neck, all he had felt was an uneasy urge to look away, or perhaps even worse, had not even paid attention to the act or processed any hint of her attempt to be sexy. Yes, decidedly, there could be nothing worse than being so long in love with her childhood friend. After that, she would only miss the day where she would appear nude in his apartment in a desperate attempt of getting attention and receive an indifferent glance - and possibly preoccupied with her sanity - along with a pair of boxers and some shabby Winged Skull t-shirt that Castiel would probably have left there. And Lys would be considerate enough not to ask why and offer her a ride home, even if he hated driving, and now his new apartment was the furthest from Campus dormitories than any other condo in town. She turned the glass of wine in a sip. Lysander stared at her and his eyes pierced hers - sweeping the sudden red color on her cheeks - sending an obvious message that he did not agree with her newest way to drink wine or perhaps the fact that she wasnt speaking anything. Even so, he went inside the apartment, probably fetch the bottle - because he is a gentleman, and she could take a deep breath for the first moment since he came to the balcony too. She repented bitterly. His perfume entered her lungs, grabbed her nerve endings, and short-circuited what was left of her critical sense; It was a sensual musky fragrance; Masculine and striking, but, being carried away by the night breeze sweeping the porch, was unbelievably soft. She could hear the knock of doors in the kitchen indicating that he was on his way back. A shiver ran down her spine in the cold wind that blew suddenly and then through the approaching footsteps. When the breeze blew again, there was nothing soft about it. It was a pure massacre of all that held her to reason, utter annihilation of the prudence and caution that were the pillars of her relationship with Lysander. Oh God, why? Why did she have to decide to let her friendship with Lysander collapse at this point? While all she had in her head were heated images of that adorable face contorted in divine pleasure and wine, flying to her brain with her accelerated circulation, saying that it was all right for her to leave everything she always had as valuable to fall apart in ruins?

#my candy love #lysander #mcl lysander #mclfandom #my candy love lysander #lysander x sucrette #mcl fic #mcl prompt #mcl drabble #my candy love fic #my candy love drabble #my candy love prompt #liswrites

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lisaerys · 5 years

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Preparations

Almost everyone had the opportunity to have their own space. A research lab, an office - Lisaerys needed no additional space for her medical studies and the med bays didn't have any free space anyway. So she had made a forge out of hers. A small one - if she ever really committed to it she would need a larger space. But her projects were all small scale - she wasn't exactly trying to mass produce her armor.

It was time for a change. She had been walking around in this place for the better part of a year. In basic armors. Well made enough but it wasn't hers the way it could be. The way it would need to be. She needed to get her weapon back, and soon. As that apparently meant sneaking into a dragon's lair and possibly facing an infinite down with only a small handful of people… She needed more than basic.

It wasn't just about the metal itself. That had been a consideration enough - Leystone was incredibly versatile and what she ultimately went with but its peculiarities made it difficult to work with. She kept a large amount of foxflower nearby while testing what metals she could mix with it besides the corrupt felslate.

But there was a step she wanted help with. She didn't need the help… but someone else could do it better.

"You want me to what?" Lyren blinked at her, standing right next to the glowing forge without a hint of discomfort. She was sweating, covered to protect herself from sparks. Lyren was in robes still heavier than he had worn a few months ago and didn't appear to notice the heat at all.

Her brother could be incredibly obvious when he wasn't paying attention. When everything had become so normalized he didn't even notice. Of course, considering she had called him in specifically because of that particular skill he was treating so casually she couldn't very well complain.

"I need the armor enchanted," she repeated, "while it's still in the process of being shaped. While it's still its base metal. And then again later."

He cocked his head, the quizzical peering look birdlike in its curiosity. "The same enchantments?"

"What - oh, no," Lisaerys waved a hand. "Different ones. One needs to be to the metal to… when you enchant something in its base form, especially when its a metal so magical in and of itself, and then you reshape that, if you do it right - "

"You change the nature of what you're making," Lyren finished the thought, frowning. "I suppose I do the same thing a bit with… but the process is much different. And the metal is already basically enchanted just by being mostly leystone."

"Exactly. What the base metal once was has been changed by the arcane energy in Broken Isles," she said triumphantly. "So. I want you to change it again. And the easiest way to change a metal is when its state is already changing. I heat it up, you infuse it, carve the runes while it's hot. We let it cool. We keep doing it until the process takes… and then we reshape it into armor."

"What, exactly, are you hoping to get out of this?" Lyren asked, his voice flat but his eyes glowing bright, flickering hotter than the glow of her forge.

She smiled at him, full of teeth. "You know, I love Star. She's a darling. And our new brother - he might not be so bad despite what you think." She paused and reached for his wrist. The left one, the one wrapped up. He stiffened beneath her fingers, frozen as she pressed down where she knew there were scars.

"But the Void is full of monsters," she said, keeping her gaze level. "Monsters that have hurt people I care about. I can feel it, the mark its left on you. And somewhere out there is another. It has something of mine. And when its gone there will be others trying to hurt people that can't protect themselves. But I can."

She dropped his wrist, leaned forward and up to kiss his forehead as he started breathing again, the only apology she could offer. Turning, she took down the protective metal covering part of the wall - and the drawings there. She was never quite the artist her brother was but she had learned to be accurate, for the purpose of her armor making. For a moment, she watching him absorbing the drawings, the notes she had left - the schematics to things half remembered.

She knew when he realized and grinned as he leaned forward, double checking everything before leveling her with a look that she knew meant he was all in. "I'm a paladin," she said, shrugging. "I don't need to wear the Silver Hand's tabard but it's high time I start acting like one again. You going to help?"

"Yes," he said, smile just as sharp as hers had been earlier before it softened, settled in to something else, "But we're warding the door to keep any of the damage in. We're definitely going to have some accidents with this first and I can handle keeping the heat off of us - but the Light is a different story."

"Whatever you want," she said cheerfully. She assumed at this point the more fel-tainted of the population knew to stay away but if he wanted to put in the effort she wasn't going to say no.

"And we should probably have a discussion about what you've been teaching Arenlia," he said, a little more grim as he swept a hand over the door, feeling it out.

"Eh," she said, unconcerned. "Let's leave it until after the first explosion."

He huffed a breath back at her and then shrugged one shoulder. "Works for me."

#LisaerysFlarewind #LyrenFlarewind #Liswriting #i haven't named the weapon arc yet #whoops

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planetstory · 5 years

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Writing Prompt

[PI] As you die, you wake up and find yourself strapped to a chair. Wires and tubes have been attached to your body and numerous shadowy figures walk up to you. “That was life sentence 24,” one of them says, “Only 356 sentences left.” | | Want to submit a writing or a prompt? Read the rules here

#prompt #reddit #LisWrites

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ao3feed-spidychelle · 7 years

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Spider-Man: Year One

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2uO3bCD

by LisWrites

Peter begins to embrace his powers, while struggling to balance the pressures of his two lives. On the horizon lurks a threat not as dead as previously thought.

Words: 4482, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Spider-Man - All Media Types, Spider-Man: Homecoming (2017), The Avengers - Ambiguous Fandom, Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: Gen

Characters: Peter Parker, Ned Leeds, Michelle Jones, May Parker (Spider-Man), Tony Stark, Happy Hogan

Relationships: Michelle Jones/Peter Parker, MJ/Peter Parker

Additional Tags: Original Character(s), Secret Identity, High School, Slow Burn

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#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #peter parker #michelle jones #michelle x peter #spiderman #spiderman homecom

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liswriting · 6 years

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seeing lots of jokes about tumblr getting deleted. i don’t know how much is exageration but just a reminder than i’m liswriting on instagram. i don’t use it at the moment but i’ll switch to that if tumblr goes. just a heads up in case this website does finally shuffle off this mortal coil while i’m asleep (it wouldn’t surprise me with how this website has gone to hell recently)

#just a precaution #don’t want to lose touch with some of you because of the staffs inability to block bots #not poetry

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ao3feed-thor · 7 years

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Hammer Time

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2uUhXHq

by LisWrites

After the battle, Peter finds Thor's hammer. He can't figure out why everyone was acting so strange about it.

Words: 617, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, Spider-Man - All Media Types, Thor (Movies), Spider-Man: Homecoming (2017)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Thor (Marvel), Other Avengers

Additional Tags: Fluff, Crack, Speculation, Infinity War

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2uUhXHq

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #thor

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liswritesrd-blog · 6 years

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my feels

The truth is, I feel lonely, and I fear it’s not even about you or our relationship, it’s just, you’re my confident, you are the person that I feel right now I could tell everything to; there are stuff, even about us that I don’t like telling my friends, don’t feel like it, but you, in so little time, you’ve been here for me always, and even if its a little selfish, which I know it is, I feel a little lonelier when you’re absent.

I think I’m having some sort of issue even I haven’t figured out, and I’m afraid cause I have no idea what I’m gonna do without you when you’re truly gone, I’m legit scared about that, how am I gonna get over you? Then again, this is something I’ll never probably gonna say, its not healthy, this way of living, the worrying, the jealousy, which I wanna clarify isn’t a matter of trust per se, but more like, the fact that I’m envious cause you’re not with me, that you have more people that require your attention, and that have more chances of sharing and creating moments with you.

I can’t get you out of my mind, I do have attachment problems, and I don’t like to think what it would be when you have no time for me, you say I’m your priority, and I know I probably am, but I don’t feel like it, and I swear I try to be happy for you, not even try, I AM, but it’s hard, try to put yourself in my position, the first few weeks were the best ones, cause it was so lovely, so romantic, the getaways, the affair, the silly I love you’s and declarations, the way all this became something; and I’m not saying this is nothing, but, all those FaceTime calls, they’re not happening anymore, not as frequently at least.

I love honeymoon stage, I do, everything was about trying to make the other feel special, looking good for each other, video calls till 5 am, now its different, good, but still, different…

Guess I could sit here all afternoon and write a ton of pages talking shit about relationships, broken hearts, loneliness, us, our love, and I just wanna say I’m 100% committed to work this out, I won’t take the chances for anything, I’ll put in my best effort and be happy for you always, I can’t say I won’t miss you, cause I will, more than I should, but, thats life, and I guess this is God testing me for things that will come in the future, making me stronger, a little less stupid, more confident…

Idk.

A little plus, someone told me last night that how could I be so nice and sociable if I had a boyfriend, and he said, and I quote “you’ll break up fast”

The problem of being in love is that, this new person that comes into your life in this new and special way becomes such a big part of it that it kinda consumes you, let’s all pray it does it in a good way, don’t ask me, I’m still figuring that part out. It’s like a hurricane, it comes with its ups and downs, with its breeze and strong winds and it revolves everything inside, making space for itself.

Note to self: please, don’t text the guy at 2 am, pouring a little bit of your heart out there, it does not guarantee the response you expect, but then again, life is full of surprises, but in the mean time, life is too, a book full of pages and options, some you’ll like, some you’ll not, but most importantly, not all will be what you’re expecting.

i think I should be a writer, I’m rocking this “I’m feeling lonely and kinda depressed, I need Jesus in my life” kinda writing style.

That’s just me trying to be a little funny.

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sugarsociety-blog · 10 years

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Crywolf tomorrow at Southland Ballroom | Raleigh, NC #crywolf #badcatholics #lis #3xltoga #dedteddy #sugarsociety #bassbunny #edm #ncedm #runcrywolf #liswrites @runcrywolf @liswrites @badcatholics

#liswrites #runcrywolf #3xltoga #dedteddy #sugarsociety #bassbunny #edm #ncedm #lis #badcatholics #crywolf

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ao3feed-narlie · 2 months

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Turning the Page

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/2uv6Al3 by LisWrites Charlie has blossomed since his Truham days. Really he has. He has a job in publishing (he edits dubious hetero romance fics), he has a boyfriend (Ben - we know that's not going to be good), he lives in London with one of his Isaac and he sees very little of Jane. He's got his eating under control and his need for control sort of under control. He doesn't have the great novel he's supposed to be writing in his spare time under control at all. But he's trying. He's really trying. Then one call from his boss changes his whole trajectory. He has a famous new author to babysit. Who could that possibly be? Words: 2399, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Heartstopper (TV), Heartstopper (Webcomic) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M Characters: Charles "Charlie" Spring (Heartstopper), Nicholas "Nick" Nelson, Isaac Henderson (Heartstopper), Elle Argent, Tao Xu, Benjamin "Ben" Hope, Darcy Olsson, Tara Jones Relationships: Nicholas "Nick" Nelson/Charles "Charlie" Spring, Nicholas "Nick" Nelson & Charles "Charlie" Spring, Charles "Charlie" Spring & Tao Xu, Elle Argent & Charles "Charlie" Spring, Isaac Henderson & Charles "Charlie" Spring (Heartstopper), Benjamin "Ben" Hope/Charles "Charlie" Spring Additional Tags: Angst, Pining, Slow Burn, Strangers to Lovers, maybe eventually, Charlie edits smut, Light Angst, maybe smut eventually, Famous Nicholas "Nick" Nelson, Aged-Up Character(s), Nicholas "Nick" Nelson has Strong Rugby Arms, Smitten Nicholas "Nick" Nelson, Charles "Charlie" Spring (Heartstopper) has Anxiety read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/2uv6Al3

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #heartstopper #narlie #nick x charlie #nick nelson #charlie spring #narlie fanfic

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otpnessmess · 3 years

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Work Update: For You There’s Nothing I Wouldn’t Do

Hello! Long time no see to all of you who might enjoy this little story of mine. I thought I might post here to let you know there has been a change of plans with this fic. Some days ago I found out my original draft for chapter 5 had been abandoned offline in my laptop instead of google docs, which meant I found an entire draft for part 5 that was, well, a lot better than what I ended up publishing. I had been delaying chapter 6 because I wasn't entirely comfortable with the way the end had turned out and I didn't know why. I finally know what the problem was. I know it might be a waste of time to rewrite the entire chapter but I decided I will use that old draft and weave it into the newest one to hopefully produce an ending I am satisfied with, before moving on to chapter 6. I appreciate every single one of the comments I still get every now and then, I read them all and I am so thankful that someone enjoys the story I wrote, which makes me want it to be perfect. I will put all of my efforts into getting it right this time and I hope you understand why I'm doing this. I will delete this note once both new chapters are up and I will make sure to add a disclaimer before chapter 6 just in case. Take care, and see you soon. - Lis

#for you theres nothing i wouldnt do #liswrites #maribat

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otpnessmess · 4 years

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For you, there’s nothing I wouldn't do

Here it is finally! The first part of the Jasonette fake dating AU I had promised. I’m working on the following parts already as I will have a couple of weeks with a lot of free time. I’m so sorry for disappearing. Enjoy!

Ao3 - Masterlist

“You’ve officially lost your mind, Jay, I swear to God.”

When Marinette had agreed to get up early on a Sunday morning because Jason had asked her to hang out, she didn’t think she’d regret it five seconds into meeting her best friend at their favorite restaurant. And she hadn’t yet, but it was very close.

“Nette, please, I’m begging you right now. Do you want me to kneel and plead? Because I will, don’t try me.” His blue eyes had always been her weakness and the puppy face he was making at her right now almost made her agree on the spot to whatever insane plan he had come up with. The keyword being almost.

“Alright, let me just reiterate to make sure I’m understanding. Your father is hosting a gala in a month and you want me to pretend to be your girlfriend?” Marinette tried to keep her face as straight and serious as possible but it was proving hard since the words she had just said sounded utterly ridiculous.

“Pretty much, yeah. So, will you? I swear I’ll pay you if I have to, I just need you to help me out with this.” He had started to look hopeful since she had yet to outright deny him his request. “You know I love you Bug, and you’re the only one I can trust with something like this.”

Damn, he was good at telling her exactly what she liked to hear, and Mari was just not strong enough to say no to him, though she did plan to at least make him sweat a bit more for it. “Oh really? And what if I asked you for, I don’t know, a new car?”

Her forced attempt at being difficult hadn’t flown under Jason’s radar as he seemed to pick up on it and smirked. “We both know you would never ask for that since you refuse to let me pay for anything every time we go out, but if you did ask for that, know that I’m ready to do whatever you wish me to do. Do you maybe want an apartment? You did mention wanting to stop paying rent… ”

Despite the teasing tone in his voice paired with the sly smirk on his face Marinette knew he was dead serious which, even if it flattered her that her friend would even think about doing such a thing for her, made her backtrack on being difficult immediately.

“No! Argh, you’re impossible. Fine, I’ll follow along to whatever your brilliant plan is, but don’t you dare buy me an apartment, you crazy knobhead.” The look she shot at him tried to be venomous but seemed to be ineffective when the brightest grin took over Jason’s face as he moved to sit by her side to squish the living daylights out of the tiny woman.

“I swear I don’t know what I did to deserve you Nette, I love you.”

That earned him a playful smack on the arm as Marinette gave in and chuckled at his antics. “I love you too, you goofball. Now, get off of me and finish your breakfast.”

The man sat across her once again looking like the cat that got the canary, Cheshire grin in place. “You’re the best."

She pretended not to notice the way her heart paused for a beat when she saw the way Jason was looking at her, with caring eyes as if she was incredibly precious. Instead, the woman hid her face behind her mug of coffee.

"W-why do you need me to do this anyway? What do you need a fake girlfriend for?”

Jason’s demeanor instantly changed, his shoulders squared up and he frowned. “The annual gala my father holds for the company’s investors and partners is always full of old men who are full of themselves-”

“Doesn’t that remind me of someone?”

“Oh shut up, I at least have a good reason for it. They’re nothing more than a bunch of old hags who like to brag 24/7, and since this gala is in their "honor” they can bring guests with them. If I have to go by another year hearing them pitch their daughters and grand-daughters to me hoping I’ll date one of them, I’ll simply kill one of them. Some of the girls over the years have been nice but for every decent one you can actually talk to, you have at least 9 others doing the most ridiculous things to try and get your attention. I assume it’s what they are asked to do but I swear… And everyone else gets out of it too. Dick is already married to Kor'i, Tim is forever married to his job and Damian is not old enough for most of them. So that leaves me, the handsome Jason Todd, to carry the family’s weight on my shoulders.“

She snorted at the theatrical sigh he let out before laying his head on the table, immediately regretting it as he looked up at her with a glint in his eyes. "That’s where you, my dear Miss Dupain-Cheng come in. If I have a girlfriend, those girls will have to effectively back off of me as well, and I won’t have to restrain myself from being incredibly rude to them.”

“As if you could actually restrain yourself from being rude.”

Whether he didn’t hear her or just decided to ignore her comment Mari didn’t know, but once the monologue had been delivered, he leaned back on his seat with his signature smirk. “I’m a genius, I know.”

It took a whole lot from Marinette not to smack her dumbass of a friend again, but even she had to admit no one deserved to have their space invaded as she knew Jason had had in some of the other events his father organized, and if he was being truthful with her, then this gala was shaping to be even worse in that regard. If she could help her friend it would be enough for her, but in doing this she would also have an opportunity to design a gown to wear and hopefully get some people interested in her designs. Maybe she didn’t regret agreeing to this that much anymore.

“You’re one hell of a crazy person, Jay. You’re lucky you’re my best friend.” She rolled her eyes and nudged his leg with hers under the table with a smile. “We’ll have to do some planning this month and you better be ready. I’m not meeting your family for the first time as your fake girlfriend without running through each and every way this could catastrophically end.”

His shoulders relaxed as he nudged her leg back, relief flooding his face seeing her so committed. “Don’t worry Bug, they will love you, and I’ll explain everything to them after this is over, but if they are in on it from the start I just know one of my brothers will screw it up. I think we can pull it off though, and you know I’m always up for a challenge.”

The already familiar confidence rush that ran through Marinette whenever Jason reassured her that everything would be fine made an appearance once more, and at that moment she completely trusted themselves to be able to make do with this crazy-ass plan. After all, Jay was stubborn and always ready to jump in head-first into the weirdest situations.

Newsflash. This time he wasn’t.

Jason had known it was risky to ask his best friend to play pretend so he could get rid of the sticky girls from the gala.

Not because he thought she would refuse, but because of his own feelings.

Truth is, he was in love with Marinette and had been ever since five months into their friendship they encountered two thugs trying to rob a teenager on their way to school. Jason had put one of them down but, before he could go for the second one, Marinette already had knocked him out.

Her breathing was just a bit labored from throwing the man over her shoulder and one of her pigtails had come off from where the robber had grabbed it, but then she turned to wink at him with a smile before going to see if the teen was alright. Red Hood could only feel the sound of his heartbeat in his ears.

Knowing Marinette was potentially able to kick his ass at any given moment had made him feel all kinds of things, and he was already a goner by the time she was back by his side.

That same night, and back in his bed, Jason was mulling over the earlier events. Read: thinking about Marinette. He had never felt so flustered around the tiny woman and it had proven to be a hard task to get her out of his head even when she had left for her own house several hours ago.

One thing led to another and soon he found himself reminiscing about the past months spent in Marinette’s company. How she always seemed to brighten up any room she walked into, making him feel like he should look away but being unable to. Her caring nature taking over whenever someone in need of help was in the vicinity, the tenderness with which she treated people’s injuries, be it physical or emotional.

Jason remembered the first time he had been at the receiving end of it. It had been the time when his identity as Red Hood was also revealed to her.

In his defense, he hadn’t expected Marinette to arrive early to his flat for their movie night only to find him trying to get the cuts all over his abdomen and arms to stop bleeding. Time seemed to freeze as they stared at each other, one sitting on a barstool at the kitchen isle, the other standing at the door with a bag of snacks in her arms. Marinette, being the quick-witted and resourceful person she was, recovered astoundingly quickly from her stupor and started chastising him while tending to the cuts herself while he could only look at her in awe.

Later, when he explained where he got injured, she didn’t seem fazed by discovering his identity. If anything she seemed…smug?

“What’s with that face? I expected more of a reaction:”

Her smile only grew at that as she put on the last bandage around his arm. “I’m glad you finally told me, but I kind of…already knew? I mean, I had my suspicions. You two had roughly the same measurements as far as I could tell, you also happened to go MIA whenever there was an emergency a time too many for it to feel like a coincidence. Also the little stunt you pulled the other day talking to me in the mask? You should’ve at least tried to fake your voice or something.” Once she was done she patted his head with a wink and left him to process everything while she prepared the popcorn.

That wink had been so cheeky it left him swooning, heartbeat pounding in his ears.

Wait. That had felt familiar.

Oh.

Jason was brought back to the present with such force he thought someone had slapped him. Laying on his bed, staring at the ceiling at 3 am he couldn’t tiptoe around the issue anymore. He wondered how he hadn’t reached this conclusion much earlier.

He was in love with Marinette.

He was in love with his best friend.

Dear God, he was so fucked.

That had been the moment he accepted he was so utterly in love with Marinette, and even though Jason had hoped that what he thought was a very one-sided love would subside eventually, with each passing day where he got to know her better and better he only fell harder for her.

Why was he even thinking about all of this? Oh right. He had asked Mari to play pretend as his girlfriend that same afternoon.

What could possibly go wrong?

Marinette had taken it upon her to have their lie be as believable as possible, which meant she wanted them to at least plan out what they’d do if certain situations arose while they were navigating the gala. What this meant was that the following month they had spent a whole lot of time together, maybe too much for Jason’s sanity to remain as stable as it could.

Even if he was used to meeting her at least twice a week and spending their weekly movie night together, Mari practically lived in his apartment now. And he wasn’t complaining at all, but by the gods, if it wasn’t so damn distracting to have her around. She would often keep him company while asking questions about the people who would attend the gala, working on her dress for it, or simply walking around the house jokingly complaining about how Jason tasteless choice of furniture and decorations made the living room look like a yard sale.

Oh, and there was also all the teasing. There had been a consistent amount of it between them before, but now it had turned into a constant stream of cheeky comments, smirk exchanges and usually a smack or two from Mari.

All in all, Jason had lived through both the most blissful yet most frustrating month of his life and the worst of it had yet to arrive, though time did pass by way faster than he would’ve hoped for.

And just like that, the big night was upon them.

And that’s it! Hope you liked this little thing and look forward to the next parts! Thank you a lot for reading <3

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otpnessmess · 4 years

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If I may propose, prompt 12 with Jasonette?

12 - “Stop complaining at least you only broke one leg?” “YOU BROKE MY LEG!” “I said I was sorry.”

This is very Jasonette if I’m being honest. Hope you like it! - Lis

“I thought you were more careful than this Nette. It’s the second time you’ve made me bump against a wall in three meters!”

Marinette knew he was just teasing but she couldn’t help but want to let him drop to the floor from where he was leaning on her. However, she kept on trying to haul his heavy ass to his room at the end of the hall.

“Jason Todd if I hear you complain one more time I’ll let you fend for yourself. If your mouth works this well I’m sure you can manage to make the rest of your body do so as well.”

She felt more than heard the laughing as he patted her head. “Mari, Mari, Mari. You love me too much to do that and we both know it, besides… Whose fault is this?”

Unfortunately for him they had already arrived at his room and, although thoughtfully and trying not to hurt him more, Marinette unceremoniously dropped him on the bed, making him grimace and pout at her immediately after.

“Oh, woe is me! I give you nothing but love and care and you treat me like this. I’m heartbroken, ma chérie.”

His now mischievous grin made it so Mari couldn’t even pretend to be mad at him, he was too cute for his own good, but she might as well try.

“Stop complaining! It’s not that bad. I mean.. At least it was just one of them…?” She didn’t sound very convinced while she tried to make him comfortable against the pillows.

“You broke my leg! I would qualify that as very bad!”

He was chuckling so she knew there was no bite behind his words. Actually, Jason had taken pretty well to not being able to walk properly for some time, said he appreciated the chance to be on holiday.

“I already said I’m sorry, birdie. What else do you want me to do?”

“Oh don’t give me that pout, you know I can’t ever go up against it.“

Jason was so weak to his girlfriend’s adorable face he couldn’t help but pull her to sit next to him so he could cuddle her.

"But if you’re offering… A kiss might make it better.”

Marinette’s laugh was probably his favorite sound in the world and, as she leaned in to press her lips to his, he thought he wouldn’t mind breaking the other leg if it meant he’d have his love to take care of him.

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otpnessmess · 4 years

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Oooo. How about 44 with mari and dick

44 - “It’s 2am, why are you here?”

I got inspired by this, it’s a great prompt and I had fun trying my hand at Dickinette for the first time! Hope you enjoy it! - Lis

A loud knocking on her bedroom window woke Marinette up from the deep slumber she had fallen into after an exhausting day of work. Blinking the sleep from her eyes, she turned to the window and had to resist the urge to roll her eyes.

She had got pretty used to Nightwing dropping in through her window, but it usually was whenever she was awake and expecting him after patrol. If he had come at this hour to ask if she wanted to watch a movie or go somewhere, no matter how much she loved her goofball of a boyfriend, she was going to kick his ass right back out the window.

In her lethargy, Dick’s knocking had become more insistent, finally getting her to get out of bed with a groan and turn on her bedside lamp.

“I’m going...I’m going, jeez.” She opened the window and stepped back to let him jump through. “It’s 2 in the morning, Dick. What are you doing here?”

She had expected him to look at her with puppy eyes and give her a very good excuse for why she should let him stay over the night. What she definitely didn’t expect was her bedroom floor to get stained red by the blood dripping from where he was holding his side.

That erased any trace of tiredness Marinette felt at the moment, but before she could do anything, the black-haired man shot her one of his charming smiles, as if trying to reassure her.

“It’s not as bad as it looks, I promise. I think it’s superficial so don’t worry.”

A deafening silence stretched between them as Mari stared at him in disbelief.

“So you drop into my apartment at 2am, dripping blood everywhere, and you ask me to not worry!? I thought you were supposed to be smarter than that.”

Waiting for no response she took him into the bathroom and made him sit and take off his suit before she started rummaging her cabinets for supplies.

“Are you going to tell me where you got that? And exactly why you’re here and not in a hospital? You know there’s only so much I can do.” Her tone might’ve appeared harsh to anyone else but Dick knew it was just masking the worry and anxiousness under it.

“I already told you it’s nothing serious Minette, just a cut. Plus, getting to the hospital as either of my alter egos would’ve been quite problematic, I don’t want to expose my identity, and they would’ve asked how I got this.”

He winced at the feeling of the antiseptic touching his marred skin but, being used to hurting himself many times before due to his vigilante work, he stood still so Marinette could clean the cut and bandage it.

“And what about how you got this?”

He could see the furrow in her brow as she made sure the bleeding had mostly stopped before wrapping it, and the slight tension on her shoulders. “A robbery gone wrong, I never saw the other guy behind me. I managed to turn before he could stab me but the knife still got me.”

Mari hummed at that and relaxed her posture a bit as she had almost finished. Once she was done with the bandages, she grabbed his suit and dropped it in the laundry bin unceremoniously before washing her hands. “I’ll wash and fix that in the morning. How do you feel?”

Dick stood up and touched the injury to test it. When he didn’t feel as much pain anymore he smiled at his girlfriend. “Good as new, though it feels a bit sore. Thank you for this.” He moved to hug her but stopped in his tracks when she chuckled and jumped backward.

“You should probably wash your hands and arms first, I’d rather not get blood all over my pajamas. Take one of the pills in the purple jar for the soreness and, when you’re done, why don’t you come join me?”

With a kiss to his cheek, she walked back to her room, leaving him to finish fixing himself. Five minutes of scrubbing dried up blood off his skin later, he was slipping into bed to cuddle his favorite person in the world.

Feeling the tiny woman snuggle closer to him as he wrapped his arms around her brought a soft smile to his face.

“I’m sorry for waking you up, my petite flower:”

She gave a soft laugh and leaned against his chest. “Give me a kiss and you’re forgiven.”

At this point, she seemed to have regained all her tiredness back as her words were nothing more than a mumble against him. He happily obliged and planted a kiss on top of her head. Next he knew, her breathing had evened out and she had once again fallen deeply asleep in his arms.

With one last look at her serene face, Dick turned off the bedside lamp and closed his eyes as well. He’d have to make it up to her in the morning but, for now, the least he could do for his angel was to let her sleep in peace.

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For you, there’s nothing I wouldn’t do Pt. 3

I ended up beta reading this myself, which only means I made it angstier and longer so..yeh. Coronavirus social distancing going great over here, hope you’re all safe! Enjoy!

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Old habits kicked in hard as Marinette slipped into Ladybug mode and turned to Jason with a determined look in her eyes he knew very well despite not having seen it for some time now. She sometimes showed an expression resembling it in her daily life, but it never quite felt the same as when she had first gone out on patrol with him.

The young woman had renounced the Miraculous in favor of keeping them safe, but he could tell she sometimes missed the feeling of freedom they brought. So one night he dropped through her window in the middle of the night, way after the bats had ended their nightly rounds, and offered to take her out.

That was the first time they had soared together over the ceilings of Gotham and the sight of her bright smile only made it so Jason fell even harder for her.

Their outings had to be few and far between, since Marinette refused to let the presence of the Miraculous be known, which meant they had to be extra careful before heading out. It became a thing they rarely got to share but, at the same time, it only made them relish it even more.

The man loved seeing her laughing happily while jumping from roof to roof, even if it distracted him a whole lot. He could still feel the ache in his bones from that one time he was too busy admiring her he didn’t see the chimney in front of him. Marinette loved teasing him about that...

"I’ll see if I can help get some people out while you go change Jay.”

All of his fantasizing was shattered by those words as he saw his best friend about to bolt towards danger. She would have left him there with no response had he not grabbed her hand in a desperate attempt to knock some sense into her.

“Nette, wait. You don’t have a Miraculous and we don’t know what’s going on, how many people are there, or who even is attacking. I know you want to help but you should remain unseen, or just escape. We’ll handle it.”

He should’ve known his belle wouldn’t listen to his pleads to remain out of danger’s way, that wouldn’t have been her. If there was someone that needed saving, she would do everything in her hand to help, and Jason could never ask her to ignore that part of herself. Still, he could at least try to convince her not to do anything utterly reckless to the best of his abilities.

The bluenette held in a sigh and was ready to start an argument they really shouldn’t be having in a moment like this. “Jay-”

“Marinette, please . We’ll take care of this, there’s no need for you to endanger yourself more than necessary.” She still didn’t seem convinced enough and in a somewhat panicked effort to get through her he blurted out “What if it’s the Joker? I know you can handle yourself but I still worry. I don’t want to lose you.”

Her eyes softened at the pleading tone of his voice, and next thing Jason knew he was being squeezed to death in another hug. His arms instinctively held her close as if she would disappear if he let go, which he wasn’t sure wouldn’t actually happen.

"That's a bit hypocritical of you if we're being fair, isn't it? I have to see you put yourself on the line to fight crime all the time too.” That made the man feel slightly guilty and blush, she was right. Wasn’t she the one always left behind when he was called to a commotion, wondering whether he’d be back or not?

Thankfully, she didn’t seem to be complaining about it as much as trying to get him to ease his worries, her soft voice mumbling reassuring words while her hand didn’t seem to want to leave its place over his heart.

“I'll be as careful as I can Jay, I promise to avoid unnecessary risks. Now let's go, we can't waste more time."

Giving him one last quick smile she then finally took off, leaving Jason to push his feelings to the back of his mind with a sigh, longing after her warmth. He didn’t allow himself to sulk, though, there were people in danger, and the fastest this was solved the earlier he could get home and watch movies in their pajamas with Mari.

Knowing the high number of rich and powerful people in attendance was very likely to attract some of Gotham's best-known villains like a moth to a flame, Bruce had adopted the habit of reserving a designated room in whatever venue he was organizing an event where the bats could safely change into superhero attire if there ever was a need. Jason would’ve liked to say they hadn’t had the need to use it that often but that was simply not true. Villain break-ins happened more often than not.

Having memorized the blueprints of the building as part of the protocol, he had no trouble finding his way to where his siblings were already getting ready. Barbara and Tim had set up an operations center earlier in the day so they could stay close to monitor the situation and were handing out the intercoms.

Jason immediately started changing while Dick tried to get input on what was happening on the lower floor. “What do we have on our hands this time?”

Tim, who had just put up the surveillance footage from the main hall cameras on the several monitors in front of him, was the one to answer. “The Penguin and about 20 other people stormed the hotel, all of them armed and if I had to say, probably here for the auction pieces. Around 200 civilians still remain inside, the rest managed to escape before they closed off all the entrances. The balcony and main doors are heavily guarded inside and out but there are still a couple of safe access points through the windows and ceiling. They shouldn’t spot you until it’s too late.”

By the time the report was finished everyone was ready to head into battle. Bruce established disarming the attackers as a priority but, should the opportunity show itself to allow more people to escape, they should focus on that. Quick last-minute directions were given before they were all off, knowing perfectly well every second wasted meant a higher chance of anyone getting hurt.

While this was happening, Marinette had barely managed to make it back to the ballroom doors. People were screaming and in such a haste to get as far from the chaos as possible they were shoving each other out of the way, which meant going in the opposite direction with a puffy gown proved to be incredibly hard.

Once she reached the main entrance, though, the petite woman came to a halt before hiding behind a wall. It had been blocked and a minion stood before it with a rifle in his hands. Just great. She doubted she could get inside without being spotted now, and that made her feel utterly useless.

Despite knowing his friend and his family would be here soon to make quick work of the situation, the urge to help people had been embedded deep within her after so many years battling Hawkmoth and wielding a Miraculous, and she despised having to watch from the sidelines.

Unfortunately, as if some kind of higher power had heard her thoughts, she got pulled out of them by a very loud yelp some meters away from her. The guard had spotted a couple coming back from one of the many minor hallways of the hotel, seemingly oblivious to the transpiring events. His gun was now pointed at them and the man had a wicked grin in his face.

“Oh my my my, what have we got here? Get inside!”

He moved towards them with every intent to push them inside the room, more hostages to be used to bargain with the vigilantes. What he didn’t expect, however, was that turning his back to Marinette’s hiding spot would give her an opening to grab a nearby vase and crack it on his head from behind, knocking him out.

The scared couple thanked her in a rush as she directed them towards the hotel doors, urging them to run. She was relieved they listened since a moment later another minion that heard the commotion had approached her with a rage-filled scream when he saw his partner bleeding on the floor.

Marinette’s training was still useful even if she wasn’t transformed and helped her evade the attacks that were being directed at her body. The man had forgone his gun in favor of trying to mess her up with a deadly-looking knife, thinking she would be somewhat of an easy target.

Fighting unarmed against an armed opponent, especially while wearing a dress and heels, was bound to go wrong though. He managed to land a couple of hits on her in her arms and shoulder, the stinging and extra weight of her dress starting to make her falter. However, before he could take advantage of this and land a deadly blow, Red Hood had already punched him so hard his body landed on the floor, unmoving.

“Worry not Princess, your knight in shining leather is here to save the day!”

Always a lover of the dramatic, Jason bowed with a chuckle before being shoved by Marinette behind the same wall she was hiding earlier, the bullet grazing him on the side.

“Careful!”

More and more attackers were approaching from their positions guarding the entrances because of the ruckus, and they didn’t seem keen in being merciful to the duo. Her mind was running at a thousand miles per hour, coming up with plans to get them both out of this in the easiest way and with the least amount of injuries possible.

Jason, though, didn’t give her the chance to ponder this for long before he reached to cup her face, told her to run, and jumped in to square up against all the goons by himself, trying to give her an easy escape route. Truth be told, he would have probably been able to take on those guys enough for one of his siblings to show up and help him out. She did hear him call for help into his intercom after all.

But she also saw how at the minimum display of struggle a guy landed a shot to his head that, even if it merely cracked his helmet, had Marinette’s heart racing and her throat tightening. This was still her best friend in that suit, and she’d be damned if she would play bystander while he was endangering himself.

Utilizing the shadows as cover, she hurried to pick up the guns and knife from the fallen men near her and gulped at the implications of it. It weighed in her hand and mind, what she was about to do. However, she didn’t allow herself to dwell on it. Those men could live without a hand, or a foot, but she could never imagine a life without Jason.

Thanking the heavens that she had accepted his offer to teach her how to shoot, the bluenette first went for the ones on the sidelines holding the guns. The sound of the weapon going off was deafening in her ears, her arms were bloody and her hands were sweaty, but steady.

Five shots were all she needed before the only noises left were the ones coming from the men brawling. It seemed that the sounds of gunshots were enough to attract their attention to her, making one of them point his own weapon at her.

Paralyzed in place, Marinette witnessed Red Hood knocking out the two men holding him back before going for the one focusing on her. She was extremely relieved seeing the last threat come down crumbling to the floor as Jason breathed heavily standing in the middle of the mess.

Marinette wanted to rush to his side and see for herself if he was okay, but as she tried to move she started to feel just how heavy her limbs were. Drowning in the sound of her blood in her ears, her head felt light and dizzy.

Looking down, she wondered when she had added sleeves to her dress, her entire arms coated in a beautiful crimson. Her eyes then glazed over the bullet wound on her shoulder, wondering how she hadn’t noticed it yet, before turning to Jason.

If Marinette tried really hard, she could hear him calling for her in agony. He was going to be so mad at her for not turning tail when he told her to. She hoped he could forgive her.

The image of her best friend running to her and catching her before her body could hit the floor was the last thing she remembered before everything went black.

As always, thank you so much for reading! I hope to maybe update the 4th part at some point but don’t quote me on that, I try my best but I’m not always in the mood to write.

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