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quirrrky · 2 years

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WOULD YOU BE SO KIND—KENMA KOZUME

𖧵 possessive!kenma x reader 𖧵 kenma realized that he can never share your affection with anyone or anything else 𖧵 fluff; inspired by would you be so kind by dodie 𖧵 for @your-girl-mj #6 (possessive) for my blog’s 3rd bday event! ♡ & @augustinewrites simple pleasures collab

The moment Kenma's eyes landed on the giant cat plushie at one of the arcade booths, he knew he must win you that one. He went as far as figuring out how the game was rigged so he could devise a plan on how to foil it. Eventually, he won, of course.

He always loved that cute twinkle in your eyes whenever he's making you smile. Add to that, the kisses and the tight hugs you gave him.

He was melting, pampered in your presence and he wanted nothing more in this world but you. Needless to say, he had been used to it, that he didn't really pay too much thought about it that much anymore.

That's about to change though.

The next day was just an ordinary day for the both of you...or was it really?

Kenma was streaming his game and noticed that it's already close to lunch time. He smiled to himself. Maybe you're super entertained that you didn't come to bother him while he's streaming anymore. Normally, there were times when you would peek your head at the door and ask for some attention, pfft.

Since you'd been quiet, he was thinking of being a little clingy during lunch. Surprise, surprise, you didn't even remind him to go eat unlike the usual. He stood from his desk and went over the dining table only to see you playing with the plushie.

"Oh, Ken Ken are you done? Sorry I got busy and forgot to call you." You said and he walked towards you with a plan to give you a hug, but you had your arms around the plushie, so he just went to his seat.

"Look, look...look at the pics I took of our meow meow...Isn't it cute?" You showed him the pictures you made with the plushie. You were irresistibly cute in all of them, still he pouted.

All the entire lunch time, you forgot to cuddle with him like before. Your arms belonged to the giant plushie he won you.

"I'll head back." He said.

"Okay," you didn't even look his way.

Kenma sighed and rationalized within himself that whatever he's feeling, was completely petty.

The entire afternoon went by with him doing advanced recordings until he decided to take a leak. He made his way to the bathroom and saw you sleeping. He fished his phone out of his pocket and took a picture of you. A small smile appeared on his face as he placed a little kiss on your forehead. Instead of scooting closer to him, however, you snuggled close to your giant plushie and hugged it even tighter.

Kenma grumbled under his breath, his brows knitted together. He had been denying it to himself, but all this time he was sulking. Ever since he got you that plushie, it was as if he'd been somewhat replaced.

During dinner, you obviously ate with your chin resting atop the plushie's head, while Kenma was glaring daggers at the poor thing.

Augh! He couldn't stand it! Ye he knew this was irrational and childish! But he wasn't like that with you whenever he's playing games. At least, it's only during boss fight.

He decided to keep his cool and just let it slide, recalling that there were few occasions when he chose to finish the game before you. He shouldn't be unfair to you and rather he should be thankful of that plushie for keeping you company. Right?

For this night, he decided to gave you more of his time. He missed the times when you would cuddle in bed together while watching a movie, so he dropped his game and finished his bath earlier.

"Y/N," Kenma called you and you looked at him. His hair was still wet and he was looking so clean and fresh, so perfect for cuddling. "Let's head to bed." He invited, giving you a sweet smile.

You happily walked towards him, holding the plushie by its hand. Kenma had his eyes sharp on the little thing. This ends tonight. He held your hand tight and you turned to him, wondering. "What's wrong?"

With his deft fingers, he removed the plushie's hand from your grasp and replaced the space in your hand with his. "Just us." He asserted with brooding eyes and you cluelessly melt by his side.

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dinogoofy · 3 years

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Erron black/F! Reader

Old friend.

This one took a little bit, sorry if it's not quite as quality as my other fics!

MAJOR TW for Guns, threats, and Kano being a dick to precious puppies.

You and Erron black had grown up together. Two kids brought closer by horrible lives. Sharing the scraps of food you had with each other. Ranting about awful parents, ranting about school. In your teenage years, you were the one to patch him up after fights. He was the one to beat the shit out of your bullies. The two of you hated that town and everyone in it. You used to think the two of you would stay as thick as thieves forever. Your paths only split when you wanted to live a normal life. Live the peaceful, country way you had seen so many others do, but never grew up with yourself. Erron, however, only wanted money, glory. He wanted to take the back roads and do all the things normal folks wouldn't dare to get his fill.

You didn't understand his choice to be a mercenary, but it wasn't your choice to make for him. Whatever life he wanted to have was good enough for you as long as he made it out of that shitty town. He didn't contact you much. He only really showed up on your doorstep when he was dying and needed someone to patch him up. But at least he was coming to see you, right?

With a sigh you stepped into your little country home, smiling slightly at the immediate sounds of your fur babies running to meet you. A blur of orange fur rushing to thread between your legs and trip you, while your sweet pound mutt waited patiently for you to set your keys on the key rack.

"Hey boys." Chester meowed at you rather loudly, only to take off when you leaned down to pet him. The crazy feline darting under Archie's body as he happily waited for his own pets. It was easy to smile at the warm welcome, immediately a little more relaxed after finally getting home. You stretched at the door, setting your bag down to head into the kitchen.

The first thing you settled on was giving your boys their long-awaited scoops of food, both of them sat down neatly next to each other. Only Archie waited for your go-ahead, Chester already digging in by the time you gave him a laughing "Ok, Archie."

You patted your mutt before taking some leftovers out, eyes catching on the printed photo of you and Erron from senior year. It's been a few months since last he came to visit. The thought made you a little sad. But the memory of the photo gave you a nostalgic, happy feeling. With an arm slung around his shoulders, and a goofy look on your face, Erron was the complete opposite of you. The goof pretended to be annoyed at your antics, but you could see the slight smile at the corner of his lips.

"Come on! Just one photo. It's not like it's going to kill you, Erron."

"It's not going to kill me, no. But I might end up killing you."

"Pfft- yeah right."

Your smile grew a bit wider. You sat down at the table alone as you finished your dinner. Erron had always been a strange one. Always tough, trying to be unfeeling. Not wanting anyone to be close. Not wanting any affection besides the one-night stands and the women he infatuated. Always the one to flirt, but never with you.

No. Not ever with you. You smirked. He always acted differently around you. More nervous, more fidgety. You'd been in love with him since before you even knew what love truly was. And you had known for years that he loved you back. You had just been waiting for him to admit it. You'd scoffed at yourself time and time again for not making the first move, but Erron wasn't ready for that. You didn't think he was, at least. You just wished he had gotten therapy like you had asked him to.

The scraping of your fork against your plate was your only indication that you had finished eating, you definitely spaced out a bit. You always did when you thought of Erron. Maybe he would visit soon. Maybe you should stop thinking that to make yourself feel better.

The plate clicked lightly against the floor when you set it down for Archie to lick before you set it in the sink. By the time you turned off all the lights and headed to bed Chester was already asleep on your pillow, Archie curled up in his own bed next to the nightstand. You moved the orange tabby slightly to the side so you could lay down, and he yelled in protest the way that annoyed kitties do. It was easy to slip into a comfortable sleep with your boys next to you.

The sound of your sweet Archie growling a feral warning was what woke you up that night. You shot out of bed, ripping off the covers and grabbing the shotgun from under your mattress. Archie never growls. An unhinged bark sent a jolt of panic through you, along with Chester, who woke up to sprint under your bed and hide. Archie certainly never barked. Not like that. Not in that way. Something was wrong. You clicked off the safety and cocked the shotgun.

You moved slowly at first, creeping your way over to the sound of Archie's growls, but when he let out a sharp whine, your vision went white-hot with rage.

"GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM MY DOG!" You shouted, finally turning the corner and into the living room where two figures lurked. The lamp was still on, and as your eyes adjusted you could make out the masked face of Erron, and the form of some asshole looming over Archie with your baby backed into a wall.

Erron didn't respond at all at the sight of you. The unknown figure by your dog stood up slowly and whistled.

"You did say she was a feisty one." You scowled, keeping the gun pointed squarely on the man.

"Erron. I don't know why you're fucking here, but please tell me you don't know this asshole so I can just shoot him." Erron rolled his eyes at you. The figure laughed, moving away from Archie, who sprinted over to you so that he could cower behind your legs. Your eyes were trained on the figure as he proceeded to sit in your own fucking armchair.

"Name's Kano. Leader of the black dragon." The black dragon. The group of mercenaries that Erron had joined. Why the fuck did Erron bring this guy into your home. Erron called your name.

"Set the gun down, sugar." You didn't take your eyes off of Kano.

"Respectfully, Erron, I don't think I will." Kano laughed, but you didn't think anything was funny. Erron called your name again, strutting over to you carelessly. Archie growled as he got closer. He set a hand on the gun, pushing it down.

"Calm. Down." You huffed but gave in. Sending your friend a nasty look as you lowered your defense. Erron wouldn't willingly let you be in danger. There's no way he would. You had to remember that.

"We came here for some help. 'Know that cave at the edge of your property?" The cave? You found it when you had just moved in, part of an old interlocking set of mining tunnels carved out of the land in the early 1900s. When you checked it out at first, it was Erron who actually went with you. You had a fond memory of fucking around in the tunnel, only to find an old elevator next to a dead-end tunnel with bloody handprints and markings that trailed across the wall and into the elevator. That was enough to get the two out of there. What would they want with it?

"What about it?"

"Those runes we found in it match what a client is looking for. We just want to check it out, and get outa' you're way." You laughed, glancing between Kano, who was currently putting a cigarette out on your favorite chair- and Erron, who still stood next to you in an almost defensive manner.

"Am I supposed to believe that there's no catch to this? No killer secrets? No blackmail?" Kano snickered, standing from his chair and walking over to you. You stood strong, but the beating of your heart sped up. You hated feeling afraid.

"The catch is, you show us the cave, and we leave your little buddy here alive." You scowled, and Erron sighed deeply at his boss, knowing already that he had started something.

"First of all, you don't get shit if you threaten my dog, asshole. You piece of human sh-"

"Just think of it as a favor between friends." Erron interrupted. You frowned at his words. His paycheck was definitely depending on it. Your thoughts split In two different ways. One, the fact that he's using your friendship to manipulate you into doing him a favor, two… it felt relieving that he still thought of you as friends.

You finally gave in, sighing and relaxing almost completely. Archie nuzzles your leg before running off. You turned your head just slightly to watch him out of confusion when a sudden yank catches your attention. Kano had snatched your shotgun straight out of your hands. Erron stiffened next to you.

"I'll take that!"

"You-!" Erron held out back just as you went to lunge at Kano. You struggled against him for just a moment before he gave you a bit of a push to set you back. What had gotten into him?!

"Ah ah ah! Sorry, Sheila, there's no way we're gonna let you keep this on you. Erron?" Kano taunted. You went to yell in protest but only yelped, Erron's hands suddenly holding onto your arm.

"Just comply. It'll be over soon." Erron whispered. You grumbled in protest but didn't fight it as they took you from your warm house.

Kano walked proudly ahead of you and Erron while navigating to the cave. Fucker didn't even know where he was going. You had been scowling the whole time, a surprising feat while Erron was around. Speaking of which, His hand on your arm had softened its hold, but the strangest thing was that he still wouldn't look at you.

"This is your idea of a visit?" You mumbled to him. He shook his head, his heavy steps landing on a twig he forcefully snapped as you walked. He was definitely in a mood.

"This' a business trip, hun. Wouldn't be here if it weren't for that." You snickered.

"Yeah right. You'd end up here eventually." You said the words but didn't quite believe them as you walked. "Don't think you could stay away if you tried."

"-And I tried." You ignored the painful sting in your chest, going silent before shouting another set of directions to Erron's dipshit boss. You could almost feel Erron's gaze change as his eyes remained on you.

"-look, I didn't want you to get caught up in all this. It's bad enough that I'm here now." The words made you frown slightly. You elbowed Erron in the side, trying to make a little light of the situation.

"Better than Kano coming out here by himself." Erron laughed.

" 'Betcha you'd've killed him the moment he stepped into your house."

"I almost did." You couldn't see Erron's smile through his mask, but the happy look in his eyes was infectious. You couldn't help but blush a bit, walking closer to him. His hold on your arm was loose and comfortable at this point, and you couldn't make yourself break out of it.

"You lovebirds done shit-talking or what?" God, you hated this Kano guy. The rest of the walk was silent. After about 30 minutes of almost tripping on fallen limbs, you finally made it to the cave.

"Quite a big place for such a little property, huh?" You didn’t respond to Kano. Ignoring him as Erron guided you to walk past him.

"Oh don't be coy. Where'd all that fire go?" Kano was taunting you again, but both you and Erron ignored him this time. Erron spoke over him when he tried to speak a third time.

"Which way d'you go from here?" You laughed.

"You think I know? I try to stay away from this place as much as I can. Haven't been here since you were with me." Erron furrowed his eyebrows, taking a moment to click a flashlight on. He looked around for a moment, before setting out in a direction. Kano followed behind, a little too close to your back for your liking.

Shivers ran rampant across your skin when you finally found the elevator. Kano pushed past you forcefully, knocking you off balance. Erron caught you with a steady hand around your waist. You relaxed in his touch, and once again pushed forward.

"Ahh! Look at that beauty!" Kano took out a camera, and you flinched at the flash.

"I'm sure the client won't mind if we keep a few copies of the pictures to ourselves, now would he?" Kano laughed. Being around Erron was nice, but you were losing your patience. It was late, you had work in the morning, and you were just plain tired of this black dragon bullshit. You didn't notice when Erron's arm fell away from yours.

"Look, I showed you the cave. Just give me my gun, and let me go back to bed." Kano snickered at your words, Erron loomed behind you.

"I don't think you'll be going far." Kano spat on the ground after he spoke, you scowled.

"Excuse me?" Kano's smile was gritty and disgusting. He whistled at Erron, walking past you with your shotgun held loosely in his grip. You contemplated snatching it, but when you whipped around-

It almost felt like you couldn't breathe. You were staring down the barrel of Erron's pistol for a long moment.

"Look kid, we can't have someone like you knowing about this cave thing, it's too risky and all that blabber, you understand. You've been such a delightful host and all, but it's time for you to go." Kano laughed.

"Can't tell any divine dipshits about our little meeting if she's dead anyway, now can she Erron?" Erron had never been so out of focus before, his stomach wringing in knots. He hardly knew what to think as he pointed the gun at you, something he'd never thought he'd ever do.

"Hey?" A little voice called out. A little face leaning down to peer at the little boy with his head buried unto his knees. He hardly glanced up.

"Hi." He had murmured so quietly.

"Do you want to share this sandwich with me? You look lonely."

"Erron?" Your voice quivered. Panic was written all over your face. His finger lingered on the trigger as his chest squeezed.

"Sit still, dumbass." You squeezed his bloodied arm.

"That shit burns!" He hissed out. You laughed at him, dabbing at the large cut he had gotten from some idiot with broken glass on the school grounds.

"Well duh. It's isopropyl alcohol. It's gonna burn like hell." He was cute when he was confused. You laughed.

"It disinfects the wound, Erron."

"... I knew that. I'm not fucking stupid." He had grumbled.

"Nothin' personal." He finally spoke. The words hurt him as they came out.

"That's not how you use a rifle." Throwing popcorn, at Erron, you quickly stole the remote to turn the volume up.

"Shh! Just shut up and enjoy the movie. Westerns aren't exactly supposed to be realistic."

"Well I can't really enjoy an unrealistic western, can I?- he's holding that wrong-"

Your face started to shift from panic to anger as kano patted Erron's shoulder, walking back into the rickety elevator.

"Panicked now, aren't ya Sheila? Want to beg? Or are you the proud sort?" You snarled at him.

"No." You said stiffly. "No. I want to see you do it, Erron." Kano laughed from the elevator. Erron remained stiff, his smooth voice taking a moment to come out.

"Look, you don't know-"

"I said do it, Erron!" You snapped, stepping closer to the cowboy. He didn't step back, his hand didn't waver. You stepped close enough to him that the barrel of his pistol pressed to your forehead.

"Go ahead! Be Kano's little lapdog. Shoot me." You spat, the adrenaline working its way into your system. "Shoot me and say goodbye to all the FUCKING years I took care of your ass and bury me in that shitty town we grew up in Erron!" Erron's stone-faced seriousness finally broke, and even though he was wearing a mask you could still see the rage in his eyes as he grabbed you by the collar of your shirt and forcefully yanked you closer to him. He kept the gun pressed to the side of your head.

"Do you have any idea who you're provoking? You. don't. know me. anymore. Sugar. You don't have any idea what I'm capable of!" You let out a curt laugh.

"You and I both know I still do." You snarled. Both of you went silent, the tension crackling between the two of you. You could see the panic that hid under the steely overlaying emotion in his eyes. Only Kano's ongoing childish taunts remained.

"Well then, Erron? Get on with it!" Erron's stiff posture remained, he spoke to Kano, but his eyes remained on yours.

"Fuck off Kano." Kano didn't take that well.

"Excuse me? I'm your boss, dipshit. You can't just-" All of a sudden, Erron pushes you back, reels around, and shoots through the spaces in the old metal elevator, the bullet hits the back of the wall, and ricochets through the old, decaying pulley rope that held it up. Kano looks up in horror and rage. His screaming and cursing faded as the elevator launched down and crashed to the very bottom of the mine.

All is silent. All that can be heard is your labored breathing from all the shouting and adrenaline.

"Still want me to shoot you?" Erron asks. Speaking smug words with a tone only you could recognize as him trying to hide his panic. You scowled again. Walking over to him with tears stinging at the corner of your eyes.

"You're such a fucking asshole!" You shouted, punching him in the shoulder. Erron didn't flinch.

"And?" You couldn't stop the tears now. All the pain, and heartbreak, and sadness rushing out at once. You weekly hit his shoulder one more time, and grappled him into a hug, burying your face into his chest without being able to stop your sobs. Erron stood stiff. After a moment, his arms slid around your waist, and he held you back tightly.

"Kano's gonna kill you for that." You laughed through the tears. Erron didn't respond. His hand left your side for only a moment, and when it held onto again he had taken off his mask, letting it drop to the floor. Erron buried his face into your hair, holding you a bit tighter than before.

It was quiet again. Erron squirmed after a moment.

"...I wouldn't have buried you in that town." You snorted, not taking your face out of his chest, biting your nails into the fabric of his shirt just a bit.

"So you admit you would've shot me?" Erron didn't react to the words. He only sighed into your hair, lifting a hand to pinch your ear. You pulled yourself out of his chest with a laugh, and his hands settled on your waist. You wiped your tears, your nose, and tried to make yourself a little better. It didn't really work. Erron could see that. He lifted a calloused hand to your cheek anyway.

"Just because you've come to your fucking senses doesn't mean I'm not still mad." You sniffled, smiling still as the bitter words fell out of your mouth.

"Yeah, well you should be. Kano was being an asshole anyway. That's the only reason I let you go." Erron coughed, you raised an eyebrow at him, clearly not buying it. He rolled his eyes, huffing through his nose.

"... Maybe not the only reason." The smile returned to your face, and you rolled your eyes at him this time. At this point, it was almost like he didn't realize it himself.

"God, you're really not fooling anyone, dumbass." Erron scowled, about to retort when you decided, Fuck it. And clutched his face to pull him into a kiss. He didn't respond at first, stiff and uneasy. Always so stubborn. After a second or two though, he melted into your lips, pulling you closer. It was hard to hold on to all your anger when he was just so kissable. He'd get his ass beaten for this little stunt. You would make sure of that, but right now all you wanted to focus on was the relieving kiss you had waited so long for.

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shysnowflake · 3 years

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"Purr For Me"- CAT!Xiao x GN!reader

hellooo!! So this time I'm offering you guys some fluffy yay! Please enjoy some cute meow meow moments with Xiao <33

btw,I changed Childe “ojou-chan” (young lady,girlie) since it’s gn,I hope you guys don’t mind.

Art credit: @MGPH__ on twt

""Summary: meow””

It was a calm afternoon for {name},they had finished all their commissions with success and now were waiting for Xiao in the Inn as they watched the sunset.

Xiao and {name} were in a relationship for 3 years and half now and things were going smoothly,he had many sides but didn't know how to express it which put them in a complicated spot for a while but,as time went by,Xiao started to get more comfortable and that was something that {name} was very proud and happy to witness.

{name} was pulled away from their thoughts when they heard a loud cat hiss coming from behind them,as they turn around they see Childe holding a what it seems to be a very unfriendly mint cat “Little cutie!! You are here,that’s good..very good actually” Childe greeted as he struggled with the agitated animal in his arms “Childe?!! What-? I have the impression that I don’t want to know the answer but,what it’s up with the cat?” {name} asks as they got closer to the man “ah yeah,funny story actually,but before that,what are you doing here?” “Me? I was just waiting for Xiao to get back from his- pfft” {name} suddenly start to laugh when they made eye contact with the cat thinking about how similar it looked with Xiao,specially since it had the same forehead mark “hm? Why the laugh cutie?” {name} composed themselves before answering “I'm sorry,it's just that this cat looks so similar to Xiao I couldn’t help it” “oh! Maybe it's because it’s actually him” “yeah probably….Wait WHAT?!” {name} is standing there in shook with what just came out of Childe’s mouth “What do you mean with it’s him?!” Childe,still struggling with the feline in his arms that refused to stay quiet begin to explain “so long story short, I ran up with Xiao on one of the hilichurls camp and decided it was a good idea to get closer to him while I gave him a little hand during the fights,the problem started when a witch appeared and tried to attack me with some weird magic thing, so I dodged but,well,Xiao was behind me and ended up getting the hit instead and now he is like this” {name} was concern about the situation, but they also were more confused than anything “why a cat?”.

They got a down a little and asked the cat “are you really Xiao?” the animal that was fighting with all his strength to escape from Childe’s grasp went quiet and just stared at them before answering “Meow” Both of the human were left staring at each other before asking at the same time “what do we do now?” and with that they were both left thinking about a possible solution “OH I KNOW! First you take this-” Childe said as he passed the cat or better saying,Xiao to {name} arms which he didn't resist it and just stayed quiet listening to their conversation “-Now I need to pass by Liyue harbor and ask Zhongli-sensei for help,I’m sure he knows something about this that could help us” {name} actually thought that was a great idea,who better to solve this problem then the oldest Archon himself “that actually sounds great,please solve the issue that you caused mister Childe” they said with an annoyed tone “yes yes,and you-” the young man said as he got down to talk to Xiao “-try biting me again and I will give you as a special ingredient to Xiangling” he finished with a fake smile on his face while Xiao tried to attack the man’s face but {name} hold him before he could “well then,im off,good luck with the wild animal little cutie” and left,leaving Xiao and {name} staring at each other “what do I do now” they thought to themselves.

“Xiao I swear to God if you run away one more time I-” they now found themselves trying to bathe Xiao in one of the round wood bathtubs of the Inn since he was extremely dirty and had some cuts over his body,but the cat seems to think different since from the moment he saw the tub he escaped from their grasp and is now running around the room “MEOW!?!” Xiao let it out a loud sound that could easily be translated it to “ARE YOU INSANE?” “Don’t you dare raise your meow at me old man! You're dirty and hurt from the battle so let me bathe you so then I can take care of your cuts” {name} said as they trapped the cat between the wall and lift him up in their arms with a tight grasp “MEOW!! MEOW MEOOW” the cat let it out as his lover took him to the tub and placed him in there.

Truth was that Xiao was embarrassed of being bathed by his lover,even if he was in this form,and for that reason he desperately tried to escape their arms and just as they successfully put him in the water he slipped out of it and run away… again.

They let it out a groan of frustration and said “Xiao listen to me,I need to bathe you so that your wounds don’t get infected and you get sick okay? So please come here and allow me to do that”{name} explained with a soft voice ,Xiao stared at them considering,his love did seem to be concerned about him, so him running away was only troubling them even more and realize that made him feel ashamed and childish for his actions.

The cat slowly approached {name},still felling incredibly embarrassed of being take care of by his lover since he was the one that usually did that, and rubbed his head against their hand “Are you ready now?” “Meow” “I will take that as a yes then” they said picking him off the floor and placing him in the warm water of the tub which made him relax immediately but still be aware of his surroundings,{name} took one of the cloths and proceed it to give Xiao a very relaxing bath.

“Done!!! Look at you-pfft” {name} had finally finished bathing and attending Xiao’s wounds and was admiring the cat in front of them that was wearing a lilac lace around his neck and had an irritated expression on his face “Meow,meow?” “Yes,I do think this is very fun and you look beautiful so don’t worry about it” they answered the animal while they got the bed ready for them,{name} decided it it was better to stay the night at the Inn since they still need it to talk to Childe about the situation in the morning “come here” they said while tapping on their side pillow, Xiao seems hesitant but eventually gave in and hop on the bed laying besides his lover, {name} placed their hand behind his ear carenssing making him purr and lean in their direction for more contact “Even if this is not the best situation,today was fun right?” they said while they gave up to the exhaustation and fell asleep,Xiao stayed awake for a while before slowly snuggle even more into their arms allowing himself to relax,for him, the idea of being taken care of was new, but he liked, the felling of having someone that cared and were there for him was really nice and with this thought both of them slept peacefully during the night.

“What is even that?” {name} asked with a weird expression on their face,they were now talking with the Geo Archon, and he presented a weird solution which was to apply some odd shiny blue powder over Xiao’s body that would make him go back to normal “this was a present from a powerful sorcerer I used to know,but I must say I'm not aware of the side effects involved in it” Zhongli explains,{name} look down at the cat in their arms and asked “are you sure you still want to do it? We can search for other ways,safer ways” “meow!” Xiao was determined to get his human form again,this was too pathetic for him to bear “awn! Even when he looks so small and wear such a pretty lace he is still a warrior inside” Childe that was standing next to them made a joke making Xiao try to jump at him but being hold back,again,by {name} “Quiet you two, Childe did you bring Xiao clothes and spear?” “Yes,here it is” the Fatui said while placed them on the table “good,now {name} put him down and let’s begin” they let the cat go that stopped in the middle of the room “Now,I’ll start to apply it,ready?” Zholgli said as he got down “meow” and with applying the archon meant just turn the whole cup of powder on Xiao’s body making the room fill up with a blue smoke “What the- cof cof,Xiao are you okay?” {name} asked trying to see him in all that smoke “Yes,I’m fine” the deep and stern voice made it’s presence as the smoke stared to fade away “that's great- waah” they are surprised by a pair of hands covering their eyes “oh no” Childe whispered as he tight up the ‘blindfold’ around their eyes “sorry cutie,you can’t look now,if you know what I’m talking about” {name} understanding what he meant felt their cheeks heat up and just let it out a tiny ‘okay’.

But the silent atmosphere is soon cut off by Childe suddenly loud laugh coming from behind them and Xiao angered voice “What the hell is this?” {name} worried about what had happened to Xiao start to fight Childe grasp “What happened? Childe let me go!” “Well,I believe that’s what we call side effects little cutie” Childe said still laughing and removed his hand from their eyes

The first thing they notice was Zhongli peacefully drinking his tea in the corner of the room not seeming to care about a thing in the world,but their eyes soon fall on the man standing in the middle the room shirtless leaving his back tattoo and battle scares out in the opening,however that wasn't the problem,the problem was the fact the Xiao still had the cat ears and the tail on him “oh my God!” {name} said,to them,he looked adorable,specially since he still had the lace around his neck “don’t blame me,I warn you about the side effects” Zhongli calm voice said while Childe was still laughing “Isn't he cute?!” he made fun of the adepti “That’s it! I'm killing you right here right now!” Xiao said as he grabbed his spear but Childe didn't seem to be scared of death and continue to tease him “try me kitten” and with that they started to run around the room “just don’t break anything please” The Geo Archon says,still enjoying his tea “Zhongli how long do you think the uhm, Side effects are going to last?” they asked “hmm.. I would give a month and a half” the two grown man stopped frozen at their place “A MONTH AND A HALF?” all of them say at the same time “this is going to be a crazy month” {name} thought to themselves.

#genshin impact #genshin headcanons #genshinfanfic #genshin xiao #xiao x reader

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flightfoot · 5 years

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Ladycat Ch. 2

First Chapter

Next Chapter

“Plagg?” Adrien whispered as he extricated himself from the curtains. “I- I didn’t just hear that. That didn’t mean what I thought it meant. Right?”

“Kid...”

“We- we cleared him. The Collector, remember? So- so he CAN’T be Hawkmoth. He CAN’T BE!”

Plagg flew up to Adrien, putting a paw on his mouth. “Shhh! Do you want him to hear you?!” He whispered.

Adrien just started laughing hysterically. “There- there must be a reasonable explanation! Maybe Father just really likes secret hideaways. A-and that whole speech he gave... it must just be bad wording that makes it sound like him failing means our success! Or maybe it does, but for totally innocent reasons. He can’t- he can’t-”

“Kid, he CAN,” Plagg told him softly. “We know Hawkmoth has an accomplice. He could have had her akumatize him to throw us off.”

Adrien just gaped at him a moment before closing his mouth, a resolute look upon his face. “Plagg, I think we need to know where that secret passage leads.”

For once, Plagg didn’t complain about working. He quickly darted into the floor.

A few seconds later he resurfaced. “There’s an elevator down there. I don’t know where it leads, but I doubt it’s good.”

“Can you get it to work?”

“Get a measly little elevator working? Pfft. Are you joking. I’m the god of destruction, remember? No way something like THAT’S gonna stand in my way.”

Plagg darted into the floor again, causing the floor to open up and the elevator to descend. Adrien looked down the hole. “Uh, Plagg? I don’t fancy jumping.”

“Oh. Right.” Plagg looked a little sheepish. He brought the elevator back up. “Just stand where the floor opens up. The elevator will lower you down. After that... I don’t know.”

Adrien closed his eyes and took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. When he opened his eyes, all trace of doubt in his expression had been erased. “Ok. Let’s do this. One way or another, we find out what my Father is hiding today. Find out whether my worst enemy was my father all along.”

He stood on the floor elevator as Plagg dived down and activated. As he descended he absent-mindedly stroked Ladybug. She purred comfortingly. It was all she could do.

The elevator descended. Adrien gasped as a huge underground chamber unfolded beneath him. “This... this was under my house?! How the hell did this get built without me noticing? Has it ALWAYS been here? What- What’s going ON?!”

He shouted his final word, “on” echoing throughout the chamber.

As Adrien walked down the center walkway, lights gradually came on until the whole room was illuminated. Hesitantly he walked forwards, towards the pod at the end, dread filling his stomach. He didn’t want to do this. He didn’t want to know. He just wanted to go back to bed and pretend that this was some bad dream, that everything would be back to normal in the morning. Ladybug would be human, Gabriel wouldn’t have a massive secret underground chamber, and at the end of this walkway...

Adrien stared at his feet as he got closer, hesitant to look up, to see just WHAT was in the pod. Maybe- maybe if he didn’t look, then it would just be a fashion mannequin showcasing some old clothing style! And- and this underground chamber would just be some special meditation chamber that his father retreated to in order to come up with new designs! Yeah! And that speech earlier was just father trying to put himself in Hawkmoth’s head, because he wanted to know how the supervillain thought so that he could make akuma-esque clothing designs. That made sense, right? Right?!

Ladycat bopped him on the nose. Belatedly he realized that he was hyperventilating, on the verge of a full anxiety attack. she meowed at him worriedly.

She wasn’t the only one. Plagg snuggled against his neck. “Kid, I’m here, Ladybug’s here, YOU’RE NOT ALONE. Whatever happens, we’ll BE here. BOTH of us will be. I won’t say it’s okay. It’s not. But we’re in this together, no matter what happens.”

Adrien sank to the ground, cuddling Ladybug like his life depended on it. Gradually his breathing slowed down to something approaching his normal rate.

He stood back up, took a deep breath, and walked forwards, eyes still on his shoes, until he was just a few feet away from the pod. He opened his eyes.

A woman lay in the pod. For all the world she seemed to be sleeping peacefully, as if she might wake up at any moment and greet Adrien with a brilliant smile and ruffle his hair.

But Adrien knew better.

His throat closed up. He backed away slightly, shaking his head, unable to speak. Only Ladybug’s purring and nuzzling against his chest kept him grounded.

She was here. His Lady was here. Maybe she wasn’t herself at the moment, but she hadn’t left him. WOULDN’T leave him.

Plagg flew forwards, through the pod’s casing, examining Emilie directly. A moment later, he spoke. “She’s not dead. It’s some sort of enchanted sleep. I wish I could tell you more, but this really isn’t my department. It’s more Tikki’s sort of thing, or Master Fu’s. They’re the ones who keep track of all the magic stuff, I just keep track of cheese.”

Adrien’s heart felt like it was about to burst. Mom... alive?! And here, right in front of him.

She hadn’t abandoned him. Hadn’t left him. Not of her own volition, anyway.

“Why... why didn’t he tell me?” he whispered, squeezing Ladybug tightly. She made a slight ‘mmrrr” noise, but otherwise didn’t respond.

“I don’t know kid, I don’t know,” Plagg told him comfortingly as he stroked Adrien’s hair. Adrien leaned into the familiar affection, a reminder of when his mom used to do the same for him.

They stayed there for a moment, Plagg stroking Adrien’s head, Ladybug purring, and Adrien trying not to disintegrate.

Something flew across Adrien’s vision. He looked up, startled by the sudden movement.

A white butterfly flitted across his sight, accompanied by another, and another, emerging from the cocoons in the bushes around his mother’s pod.

Numbly he held out his finger. One of the butterflies landed on it, crawling down it. Adrien dropped his hand and the butterfly flew off. “Bye-bye, little butterfly,” he said dazedly.

“Well he’s definitely Hawkmoth,” Plagg muttered. Adrien didn’t reply. What did you even SAY to that? Especially since- since it was true. His father was Hawkmoth. Okay.

Well, NOT okay, but whether or not it was okay wouldn’t change anything. He’d have to deal with reality, one way or another.

He heard a whirring noise in the distance. Crap. That sounded a lot like the elevator.

He was NOT ready to face his father yet. Really he wasn’t sure he would ever be ready, but especially not now!

“Plagg, is there a way out of here?” he hissed.

Plagg quickly fazed through the floor. “There’s another elevator here, leading someplace else. Just stand on this patch of floor and I’ll activate it!”

Adrien shot his kwami a quick, grateful smile. “Thanks Plagg.”

He hurried over to the patch of floor. Adrien sank out of sight just before Gabriel came into view.

As they traveled, Adrien wondered. “Where could this lead? How many secret rooms could my house possibly have?”

Then the elevator went sideways, then up. Adrien startled. “Wait, seriously? What kind of weird elevator IS this?”

Adrien rose up out of the floor. This new room was pitch black. Adrien panicked for a moment. How big was this room. Was- was it really small? Was he trapped?!

Then the lights turned on. Turned out the room was pretty large. That was the good news.

The BAD news was that the light was red, blaring “INTRUSION. INTRUSION. ELIMINATION MODE ACTIVATED.”

Missiles launched out of the walls, heading for Adrien and Ladybug.

Ladybug wiggled free, dodging the missiles on her own. Adrien dodged and weaved. “Plagg! Claws out!”

A moment later (and several hasty dodges during his transformation sequence), Chat Noir ran to one of the walls of the dome. “CATACLYSM!”

The entire dome turned brown and brittle as his destruction spread, weapons breaking as the corruption reached them.

The whole thing cracked and disintegrated, leaving a massive hole in the mansion.

He snatched Ladybug up, carrying her with him as they made their escape.

He gave one long, last look at his childhood home, at the massive hole his Cataclysm had torn in the walls, and the white butterflies fluttering out into the wider world.

He turned around and vaulted off into the distance. He didn’t look back again.

#Ladycat #miraculous ladybug #ml fanfic #ml fanfiction #fanfiction #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng

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mrs-berry · 5 years

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A Favour Only You Can Do

Part 8 of Avril Amour (Adrinette April 2019)

By mrs_berry

@adrinetteapril

Click here to read on AO3!

"A-Adrien!" Marinette called out, before Adrien made his way out of the classroom.

Adrien spun around, stunned to hear his friend calling for him.

"What's up, Marinette?" He smiled at her as she approached him. She gestured for him to step aside from the door so others could leave.

"I'm sorry to ask you this, b-but could you do me a favour?" Marinette shyly put he fingers in front of her mouth in attempt to keep herself from chewing her lips off.

"Of course, what do you need?"

Marinette watched as the students left, waiting until they were alone.

"You can say 'no' but I was h-hoping you could help me... with an article of clothing I'm making for a really good friend," she explained, moving her hands to tug on her pigtails nervously.

"I'm not very creative so I'm not sure I'll be much help, but I can try. What do you need me to do?" He tilted his head, curious.

"I need you to... try a shirt on," she hesitated. She knew he did modeling for a living and didn't want him to feel like she was using him like that. "Y-you seem to be the same size and body-type as my friend. Otherwise, I-I wouldn't bother you with this, since it's not right for me to ask you to, essentially, model it for me for free..." Marinette was looking at his feet by this point. It was easier than looking into his gentle green eyes. "I can p-probably pay you, but it wouldn't be much..."

Adrien chuckled at her thoughtfulness. She was so cute and sweet. "I'd be happy to help you with this, Marinette! And there's no need to pay me. I'm your friend, right?" He sounded a little unsure as he asked that last part.

Marinette's head whipped up. "YES!" She slapped her hands on her mouth at her outburst. Then clearing her throat and lowering her hands, she tried to speak a little more normally this time, "I mean, um, of course you're my friend! A-and thank you."

He shook his head with a wry smile, "Any time. I love helping and it makes me happy to think I'll be helpful to you. You're always the one helping others."

Marinette suppressed a squeal. "T-thanks, you're so sweet." Marinette felt her face flush; she hadn't meant to say it with such love in her voice. Gosh, hopefully he wouldn't notice her tone.

He didn't, of course. He just smiled in response.

"A-anyway, are you free to come over today... after school?" she fidgeted with her purse strap as she asked.

"I am, actually! You have perfect timing. I have a lot of extracurriculars but I have a few hours free after school is out today," he replied looking rather pleased at the good timing.

She had a hold back an, "I know," as she didn't want him to find out she had his schedule basically memorized at this point. If he found out, he would probably end his friendship with her and never talk to her again, then she would be heartbroken and live a short and lonely life, passing away cruelly at the tender age of 15—

"You okay, Marinette? You look stressed all of a sudden." Adrien stared at her, his lovely smile replaced with an expression of complete concern.

"Sorry! Fine! I am. Fine, that is. I just, err, remembered that I forgot to water my plants this morning. Yeah." Marinette cringed at her response, but mentally cheered at her decent white lie.

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. Maybe you can water them now that we're on lunch?"

"Yes! Ha, ha. Good. Good idea. I'll, um, go do that right now." She sprinted past him to the door, then spinning on her heel before she left, she flashed him a smile. "Thanks again!" And then she was gone, leaving a slightly mystified Adrien.

"She is something, eh Plagg?"

"Yeah, she's your weird lover," Plagg muttered under his breath.

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After school, Marinette and Adrien walked to her home. Adrien had already let Gorilla and Nathalie know that he didn't need picking up after school. He had told them he was going to Marinette's to work on a project. Which wasn't a lie, it just wasn't a school project like they had probably assumed it to be.

They chatted as they made their way to her bedroom, Marinette still a bundle of nerves, but more relaxed than she was earlier.

Once they entered her room, Marinette went over to her desk and picked up the t-shirt she had been working on.

She chuckled a little as she looked at it. Turning around, she held it out for Adrien.

"Here. This is the shirt I would like you to try on," she said, fondness warming her heart as she thought of who she was giving it to.

Adrien noticed the soft look on her face and wondered who could it be for that she would make that face? Perhaps Luka? For some unknown reason, Adrien felt a twinge of pain at that thought.

"Thanks. Where should I change?"

"Right here is fine," Marinette answered. She watched his eyes widen and she immediately flushed when she didn't elaborate quickly enough. "I-I'll wait on the balcony. Knock to let me know when you're ready."

Marinette made her escape before he had a chance to reply.

Adrien glanced down at the black t-shirt in his hands. Lifting it up, he found it had "THE CAT'S MEOW" written on the front, causing him to burst into laughter.

As his laughter subsided, he flipped it around to see "PAWSOME" written across the back, with a silver paw print underneath. He found himself laughing again.

"Whoever this is for has a great sense of humour," he said to himself between his chuckles. "I'm kind of jealous..."

Shaking his head to rid of that weird thought, he changed into the silky soft t-shirt. The material felt fantastic on his skin and fit him to a T.

He knocked to let Marinette know he was done changing. She climbed back into her room and stood in front of him.

Her eyes took on an extreme focus, as if all she could see now was the shirt. She walked up to him, then circled him like a hawk. He loved seeing her determined expression. It reminded him of Ladybug for some reason.

She reached out to check the fit—to see if it was too loose or snug. However, she froze when she realized who she was touching.

Eyes flickering to his, she checked to see his reaction. He had one of his loving smiles that he showed only to Marinette.

Squeaking, she said, "Sorry!" and removed her hands from the shirt. "I-I should have asked first, I'm used to the fabric being on a mannequin, not a person... Is it okay to t-touch the shirt and test the material while you're wearing it?"

"Yeah. That's what I'm here for, right? To make sure it fits properly?"

Marinette nodded in relief and resumed her work.

"Your friend has a great sense of humour," Adrien decided to comment as he stood completely still for her.

She hummed, not fully paying attention as she quipped, "Depends on your definition of 'great'..." Marinette hesitated as she realized she had responded without really thinking. "S-sorry, that was rude!"

"Pfft, it's okay, I know puns aren't for everyone," Adrien laughed; her response had reminded him of Ladybug.

Wait a second, this was the second time in the past 20 minutes that he had this thought. That was strange.

Marinette gave a nervous giggle in response to his infectious laughter.

"Whoever this gift is for, it's amazing. Are you going to tell them you made it yourself?" Adrien asked, somewhat hopeful that she might make mention of who it was for.

"Yeah. I want him to be impressed with my skills for creating something so purrfect for him," she rolled her eyes at her own pun and then laughed when she noticed Adrien chuckling.

They fell back into silence for a few more moments as Marinette looked over some final details, until Marinette took a step back from him.

"There, finished. Thank you so much for your help, Adrien," she beamed at him as excitement took over. Later tonight she would be able to gift this present, thanks to the help of her kind crush. "I'll go on the balcony again so you can change back."

After he changed back, Marinette and him chatted for a short while, while they waited for his ride back home.

Thanking him again, Marinette smiled fondly as he departed; a smile which he returned before he disappeared from her sight.

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Ladybug paced as she waited for her partner to show up. She was a little bit restless, excited to see his face at her gift.

When Chat Noir finally arrived, Ladybug composed herself to appear nonchalant.

"Hey there, kitty. You're a little bit late for pawtrol," Ladybug cringed. Why did she keep making puns lately? Her partner must be rubbing off on her more than she realized. It probably didn't help that she made him a punny t-shirt.

Chat Noir laughed gleefully at her. "Sorry, M'Lady, I was pruning myself. Maintaining these good looks requires ample time for grooming." He flexed and winked for good measure.

Ladybug sighed in annoyance. "Right," she said dismissively. "Anyway, as promised, I made you something for winning last week's poorly made bet."

Chat Noir smiled, looking like a kid on Christmas morning. "Oooh, lemme see!"

"Calm down, kitty. There's no catnip in here," she said with amusement as she handed him a box. "And sadly you won't be able to sit in this box either."

"Haw, haw," Chat said, his lips twitching into a grin, despite trying to feign nonchalance at her jokes. His joy was winning out.

Despite his eagerness, Chat slowly opened the box and pulled out a soft fabric. A familiar soft fabric.

Chat gasped as he held up the fabric.

It was a t-shirt. But not just any old t-shirt, it was the exact one that he had been modeling earlier.

Flabbergasted, he blinked a few times to make sure he was seeing properly.

Slowly, mechanically, his head turned to Ladybug.

She had a look of apprehension plastered to her face; probably wondering why he wasn't laughing.

"Did..." Chat cleared his hoarse throat. "Did you make this?" He sounded full of awe and disbelief.

Deciding his reaction wasn't necessarily a bad thing, Ladybug beamed at him. Ladybug's beam reminded him of Marinette...

"Yes! Aren't you impressed? It's purrfect for you, kitty!"

Oh shit.

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alpxcamin · 5 years

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An Angel at Heart

Requested?: Yeah~

Words: 1.8k

Group: Qing Chun You Ni

Member(s): Zhan Yu (feat. Mr. Meow lol)

You sighed as you heard your deskmate drop his books onto the desk. You’re honestly surprised that he was even on time today. Usually, he would come in the middle of the class or not come at all.

“No ‘good morning’?” the boy teased.

You turned to glare at him, “Morning.”

“Good morning. There that wasn’t so hard now, was it?” Zhan Yu’s smirk irked the hell out of you.

“You’re here early today,” you mumble.

Zhan Yu simply ignored your snarky comment and the teacher walked in. Throughout the class, you tiredly take notes, occasionally flicking your eraser around. Luckily, Zhan Yu wasn’t the type to disrupt the class, or you, much. He preferred to pick up trouble outside of school. However, he never really followed the dress code. He always had on that black, leather jacket over his crinkled uniform shirt. He never buttoned up the first two buttons and never wore his tie. His pants were always cuffed and he wore whatever shoes he wished to wear that day.

Finally, the boring class ended and as soon as the bell rang, you decided to make a run for it. Usually, you would stay in class during the short break time you had, but today, you had woken up later than normal so you haven’t had breakfast yet.

However, as soon as you got up, a hand grabbed your wrist and pulled you right back down into the chair. You groan and try to compose yourself. You rolled your eyes as you look over to Zhan Yu, trying to tug your hand out of his grasp.

“What?” you seethe.

“Where are you going?” he asks.

“That’s none of your business,” you scowl, but tell him anyway, “I’m going to buy something to eat.”

“Okay, see ya,” Zhan Yu shrugs.

You rolled your eyes once again and luckily, he doesn’t pull you back down again. You quickly make your way to the cafeteria and buy yourself a couple of snacks and a drink. You honestly considered getting Zhan Yu a drink for getting here so early today, but you decided against it. There’s no way you’d spend your allowance on him.

You hummed happily, making your way back to class, biting into the soft bread. Just as you’re about to open the door to the classroom, it slams open and you jump back, avoiding getting hit. You nearly dropped your bread.

“What the?” you shriek.

“What the what?” Zhan Yu asked, standing right in front of you.

“Hey! You almost made me drop my food,” you hiss, trying to calm yourself down. You silently apologized to all your classmates for yelling so loud.

“Whatever,” the tall boy steps aside to let you in.

You thank him quietly before making your way back to your seat, happily eating. You eventually forget about the fact that you almost got hit by the door as you peacefully munch on your snacks. You’re too busy to notice Zhan Yu lingering by the door as you walked past before walking out himself.

---

“I don’t think your plan is working, Lin Mo,” Zhan Yu scowls at his friend, taking an angry bite into his sandwich.

“Dude, it’s only been half a day. This takes time,” the older boy rolls his eyes.

“She thinks I��m weird now! She literally asked me if I was sick,” Zhan Yu groaned, scoffing down the rest of his lunch.

“You’ve been so mean to her the past two years. What’d you expect?” Zhennan shrugs.

“Yeah, why’d you think being mean to her would get her to like you anyway?” Jia Yi snorts.

“Yah, shut up. I shouldn’t have asked you guys for advice,” Zhan Yu sobs internally as he stared across the cafeteria, watching you longingly as you chatted happily with your friends.

---

“Hey, I think Zhan Yu is staring at you,” your friend nudges you.

“Pfft no way,” you laugh, “Why would he be staring at me for?”

“Ugh, take a look for yourself,” your friend pouts.

You shake your head, “Nah, I’m good.”

---

When you went back to class, you noticed that Zhan Yu was noticeably quieter. After lunch is usually when he gets rowdier, but not today apparently. Today has just been strange. He was actually decently kind to you for once and that concerned you. You even asked if he was feeling sick before you headed off to lunch.

However, you decided to take this chance to focus in class. Normally, he would be all up in your business, poking, prodding, and just distracting you from paying attention to the teacher. For once, you’re able to peacefully take notes without Zhan Yu yanking your pencil out of your hand or purposely bumping into your arm so that you would mess up your notes.

Although you enjoyed this new found peace, you felt as if there was something missing. I can’t possibly miss Zhan Yu bothering me...you think to yourself. Your brows furrowed and you quickly shake the thought out of your head. Taking a deep breath, you continued to take notes.

The class passed by quickly and honestly, it was a lot more boring. Even if you didn’t want to admit it at first, by the end of the period, you came to terms with yourself that you SOMEWHAT missed Zhan Yu annoying you. You huffed, disappointed in yourself for getting to this point.

“Ok, but seriously...are you sick or what?” you couldn’t resist the urge to ask him again. He’s never been this kind to you or this quiet before. It was actually concerning you.

“N-no?” Zhan Yu manages to stutter out, surprised by your sudden question.

“Hmm...okay,” you shrug, turning away to look out the window at the other end of the classroom.

Beside you, Zhan Yu blushes and he drops his head to the desk, covering his face with his arms. He silently thanked the fact that you were facing the other way so that you couldn’t see his pink cheeks.

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Over the next few weeks, Zhan Yu continued his sweet acts and you’ve even managed to become friends with him. You surprised yourself when you began thinking about him in a more romantic way. You couldn’t possibly have feelings for him, right? You sighed, frustrated.

“Hey y/n. What’s got you so worked up?” Zhan Yu asks, sliding into his seat, next to yours.

“N-nothing!” you’re surprised by his sudden voice.

“You can talk to me, you know?” he pouts.

You look away, mumbling, “Yeah, but not when it’s about you…”

Luckily, he didn’t hear you and just as he was about to ask you something, the teacher walked into the classroom. You pulled out your notebook and pencil and began taking notes. You heard Zhan Yu scribbling something next to you. Despite him coming to school on time now, he still doesn’t pay attention in class and never takes notes.

Just as you were about to look over, he slides a small slip of paper to you. You look at him, confused, but he simply looks away, crossing his arms. He looks embarrassed and you’re even more intrigued now.

You quietly unfold the small slip of paper and chuckled at the messy handwriting that wrote ‘I need to talk to you after school...privately’

After he passed you that note, he practically ignored you the whole day, not even sparing a glance at you. You were confused, but also a little hurt. Maybe after finally being friends with him, he decided that he didn’t want to be your friend after all.

During the last class, you couldn’t help but to constantly take a peek at the clock. The class seemed painfully slow and awfully boring. At last, the bell rang and you look over at Zhan Yu. He simply mumbles a ‘let’s go’ and he carries your bag, leading you out the classroom.

You lag behind him a little and he notices. He gently grabs your hand and leads you to the back of the school. He places yours and his bag down, propping them against the wall. The two of you simply stand behind the school in awkward silence, your hand still in Zhan Yu’s.

“Uh...so what’d you want to talk to me about?” you ask nervously.

Surprisingly, after he noticed, he still never let go of your hand. Instead, he grabs your other one as well and intertwines your fingers. You blush at his action and look away shyly.

“I like you,” he suddenly blurts.

“W-what?” you gasp, heart beating faster and faster.

“Before you say anything, I just wanted to apologize for all the annoying and mean things I’ve done to you...I just didn’t know how to gain your attention,” Zhan Yu looks down embarrassed. His grip on your hand loosens.

You gulp nervously, holding his hand tighter, “I-I think...I think I like you too.”

“Wait really?” Zhan Yu’s head shoots up, staring at you with hopeful eyes.

“After these past few weeks and getting to know you, I think I’m catching feelings for you,” you cringe at yourself.

“Y-you’re not playing with me, right?” Zhan Yu stutters.

“N-no! Are you?” you squeak.

“No, definitely not!” Zhan Yu sighs in relief.

There was a moment of awkward silence before Zhan Yu spoke again, “So...does that mean you’re my…GIRLFRIEND now?”

“At least take me out on a date first,” you whine, hiding your blushing face behind your hands.

Zhan Yu chuckles and pulls you into a hug, “Okay, let’s go on a date right now then.”

“W-What? So s-soon?” you yelp.

“I want you to be my girlfriend as soon as possible,” Zhan Yu takes hold of your hand.

He picks up both of your bags and leads you back to the front of the school. He reaches his bike and unlocks the chain securing it onto the bike stand and tosses it into the basket attached to his bike. He places both yours and his bag into the basket as well and gets onto the bike, kicking the stand up. You stand dumbfounded for a while.

“Hey, are you gonna get on?” Zhan Yu asks, motioning to the small seat on the back of the bike.

“O-oh yeah…” you awkwardly hop onto the bike.

“Alright, grab on, okay?” Zhan Yu chuckles at your awkward state and you do as you’re told.

Zhan Yu kicks off and begins pedaling. You close your eyes and let the cool breeze calm you. However, you couldn’t help but hold onto Zhan Yu a little tighter. You smile to yourself as the two of you ride off onto your first date.

sdjkfsd he really is an angel uwu

~Admin Liz ♡

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ooo how about john trying to pull a prank on roxy but she either catches him in the act or pranks him back since shes been bffsies with jane for years and nothing surprises her anymore

Roxy woke to the sound of her phone buzzing incessantly on the nightstand. Half awake and grumbling to herself, she flipped over onto her back, reached blindly out with one arm, and flopped her hand around like a dying fish until it connected with something hard and square and probably her phone. Somewhere nearby her on the bed, an indignant cat meowed a rebuke, and there was a distinct thud as the jostled animal fled. Roxy called out an apology to the affronted cat and simultaneously unlocked her phone with a quick swipe, held it up before her squinting eyes, and frowned.

One notification, from John. A simple text containing one ominous emoji: 🎭.

So. It was gonna be that kind of day, then.

She didn’t bother to reply, but she did open it up so it’d mark as read on his end. Stew in that one for awhile, Egbert. She tossed her phone beside her on the bed, sat up, and stretched. Let’s do this, she thought, grinning. Another cat peered in from the bedroom door, green eyes blinking slowly. Roxy blinked slowly back.

Phase one was easy; bedroom to bathroom. She kicked off the covers and swung her legs over the bed – and hopped lightly over the waiting tub of sopor slime plunked down on the floor, right where she’d normally be standing. No sweat. She took three steps toward the bathroom, ducked without even bothering to look, and easily cleared a roll of transparent plastic wrap fastened expertly between her vanity mirror and an old wizard clock taller than she was. Her favorite slippers (cats, of course) were discarded on the bathroom floor, kicked off before bed last night, and she bent and picked them up and carefully shook them out one by one.

Nothing. She frowned, quirking an eyebrow. Bullshit.

She felt around the plush soles, and – “Hah!” A telltale square chip, slid into the padding. She fished it out with a finger, shaking her head. “Got you,” she muttered, peering curiously at it. She pressed it between her fingers just to see what it would do.

The answer, apparently, was emit a pressure-trigged garbled tinny mishmash of meowing sounds through a miniscule speaker. Perfect. Laughing, she pocketed the device and continued to the toilet. Seat down. Suspicious. Behind her, a cat pranced into the room, eagerly anticipating its early morning toilet scritches.

She went to one knee. With one hand, she gave the confused kitty the scritches it had come for, and with the other, she lifted the toilet seat, cringing back – but nothing happened. She examined every inch of the porcelain throne and found absolutely nothing, and in fact, was about to just go ahead and do her damn business already, when she thought to check the fucking toilet paper.

Tinfoil. Not a tinfoil covered roll of toilet paper, oh no. Just a goddamn toilet paper shaped roll of tinfoil. She snorted. Went to the cabinet to pull a fresh one out. Found six more tinfoil toilet papers. Muttered a few choice oaths under her breath.

Whatever. Who didn’t piss in the shower every once in awhile? He’d love hearing all about it, next time he was over in the morning. She pulled the tinfoil roll still up by the toilet out a bit and crinkled it, and Mr. Morning Bathroom Scritches happily took the bait, pawing at it.

To the shower. She saw the device on the head plainly – he didn’t even try to hide it. Curious, she turned the water on just to see what would happen.

Pink water shot out. Food dye? Probably. The little bastard had probably filled her hair shit with it, too. It was almost tempting to just use it – who had a problem with pink hair? But the truth was, she didn’t trust John’s choice of dye material. Besides, this shit was meant to turn all of her pink, obviously, not just the hair.

– Actually, she was kind of tempted to just let that happen, too.

Maybe later.

She disabled the food coloring (or whatever) device and took a quick shower – and a long piss – and remembered at the last second to check the towels before yanking one off the rack.

She lifted the edge of one, gingerly.

It stained her fingertips pink.

She laughed.

The towel itself was already pink, of course, that was its natural state… all the easier to hide whatever the fuck this pink powder was all over it. And they were all like that, of course. Naturally.

She stood in front of the mirror and resolved to air dry. It wasn’t that cold, anyway. Nothing in the hairbrush, but the blow dryer had what looked like the dessicated remains of a feather duster shoved up the barrel, so she set that down for another day. She’d make his enterprising ass pick them all out, later. Only fair.

Back out and back under the wall of cellophane, and off to face the wardrobe.

As it turned out, all her clothes were gone. Except her favorite dress. Which also happened to be his favorite dress. Which was a damn good dress, for like, a date. Not that it was horribly indecent – John wasn’t that kind of guy, which was usually charming – it was just, you know. Sequins. Ruffles. Showy.

“I guess,” she said, pulling it off the hanger, “In Egbert land, prank day counts as a special occasion.”

Another cat wound itself around her ankles, purring agreement.

By the time she retrieved her phone, she had three more messages. Two were from John – the same emoji as before, but in greater numbers – and the third was Jane. Roxy opened that one eagerly.

GG: Miss Roxy. GG: Might I inquire why, on this lovely spring morning, all of the clothing in my closet has been joined by what I can only describe as the most Roxy-like attire I have ever seen? TG: i would invite uTG: on this lovely spring morningTG: to ask ur fuckin son about that cause i guarantee you at this point he knows more than me GG: Oh my. GG: Prank day? TG: he was gonna turn me pink janeTG: pink from head to toeTG: pink dye pink powder and also he put a meow speaker in my meowcat slippersTG: might keep that one tbhTG: its p cuteGG: I gather from your phrasing that his dastardly efforts have been thus far unsuccessful. TG: hmmTG: actually not sure if i can trust you on thisGG: Roxy! TG: prank day is kind of an egbert AND crocker thing and u know thisGG: I cannot believe you would accuse me, your best friend, of collaborating with John to turn you pink. TG: the clothes ARE in your wardrobe apparentlyGG: And if I was in on this, why would I tell you so? TG: fuckTG: uhhhTG: idk but im sure theres a reasonTG: plots within plotsTG: wheels within wheelsTG: cats within catsTG: sec i gotta scritch a cat right fuckin nowGG: Of course. GG: Well. Since I am apparently suspect, I shall leave you to face your trials in peace. Please pick up these clothes in at least a halfway timely fashion, if you please. Closet space is an asset to be cherished, thank you very much. TG: pfft TG: u got like 15 closets all to yourself dont give me thatGG: Even so. TG: alright okayTG: if i survive this ill be by later maybeTG: maybe tomorrowTG: depends ;)GG: Not another word. GG: Tomorrow will be fine. Thank you. GG: And remember what I taught you. TG: he aint got me yetGG: Good.

She pocketed her phone, checked her shoes five times for hidden gimmicks, found nothing, and sidestepped three buckets of glitter assembled above three separate doorways on her way out. He’d be cleaning all that up later, too, along with any cats who happened to inadvertently roll around in the glitter piles.

… After she took pictures.

The front door seemed strangely bereft of mischievous devices, and having found nothing, it was with some trepidation that she turned the knob and pushed the door open, squinting out into the daylight.

A series of loud pops and flashes nearly blinded her, as apparently an entire newsroom’s worth of photographers got to work snapping pictures. She recovered herself quickly – of course she did – and turned the arm she’d thrown up over her eyes into a dramatic wave, instead, swaying her hips as she descended the steps. The effect, she thought, was only magnified by the entourage of bounding cats spilling out around her.

“Are you serious!” John’s voice in the crowd, and then John himself, hovering up above it, arms crossed. “Not a single one?”

She waved her phone at him. “Not a one, and Janey’s already spilled the beans on where the clothes are, so you don’t even get to lord that one over me this time around.”

The cameras weren’t stopping – probably because the two of them were famous gods and the tabloids fuckin’ loved them, but whatever. She leapt up into the air and lunged after John, who made a not very sincere attempt to lunge away, only to be yanked back by Roxy’s fist bunched up in the back of his shirt. She spun him around in the air, laughing.

“What’s with all the pink, anyhow?” She elbowed him, and he caught her arm, trapping it in his. “First Jake with the blue, now you with the pink, is this kinda fetish a genetic thing I should know about?”

He wrinkled his nose – it was fucking adorable, actually – and stuck his tongue out at her. “It’s not like that,” he insisted. He was lifting her higher, high enough that the sound of the cameras was fading off into nothing. The boy did love to fly. She followed him up, smirking. “I was trying to pick something obnoxious, that you would hate, but also that you would secretly kind of like.”

“Pink kinda is my color,” she conceded.

“Exactly!”

“I liked the slippers.” She slipped the chip out of her pocket, holding it up. John laughed.

“Dirk made that just for you,” he said. “He said you’d find it, though. Guess he was right.”

She pressed the panel down and the tiny speaker erupted in heavily compressed meow-sounds, mingling with the wind. They were far, far up, now, with damp little wispy cloud trails swirling around them. “Hells of cute,” she said, waving it under his nose. He laughed and slipped an arm around her and shot up through the clouds, pulling her with him. It should have been cold up here, especially in the damn dress she was wearing, but godhood came with a number of pretty good perks.

“Tell you what,” she said, grinning, and he looked back at her curiously, eyebrows shooting up. “One day I’m gonna get you so good, you never try any of this prank day shit on me again.”

He scoffed at her. “Yeah right. That’s what they all say.”

She stopped cold in the air, and he drifted to a stop a few seconds later, looking down at her, hands on his hips. Curls of cloud stuff danced between them. Roxy grinned devlishly at him, darted forward, and –

“Hey!” John gasped, as she shot past and grabbed his legs, turning him over in the air. He reached up to grab her, missed, and she worked his shoes off with ease. “Knock it off!” He kicked at her, socked feet far too slow to actually connect, and she laughed a wild laugh and shoved him forward, somersaulting him in the air. “This is not a prank!” he insisted, righting himself and huffing at her, cheeks red. “It doesn’t count! Give me back those shoes.”

“Not a chance,” she said, sweetly, dropping them. He gasped, and predicably, he dove for them. Simultaneously, Roxy dove for him.

She caught him by the waistband as he went darting by, and momentum did the rest. He made an absolutely hilarious yelping sound, gave up on catching his shoes, and spun upward to witness her hovering above him, waving his pants in one hand like a flag.

“Roxy!” He shouted, flushing crimson. “Give those back, come on! This is not how pranking works!”

“Says you,” Roxy said, blowing him a kiss. “See you later! And remember: I love you very much.”

“Roxy, wait –”

He shot for her, but she was already gone, pants in hand, in a rush of wind and void. She laughed uproariously as the blue and white folded around her and changed abruptly to starry black.

Sucker.

#roxy lalonde #john egbert #jane crocker #roxygen #johnroxy #text #asks #op #Anonymous #ficlet

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