#this is my wee little bedtime story
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prisoner!toji x prison doctor!reader, anyone?
the first time you meet him, it's because he busts his knuckles so badly in a fight that he needs stitches.
"had i known there was such a pretty little thing hiding back here, i'd have done this a lot sooner."
the only response you offer is a roll of your eyes.
despite your evident disinterest, he visits the infirmary much more frequently after that day. the next time, he swears he feels ill and that there's something going around his cellblock.
"so, why's a nurse like you working in a place like this?"
"doctor."
"doctor, hm?" he muses. "i guess i really don't have a shot, then."
you let out a breath, something between a laugh and a scoff. the pads of your fingers prod at the lymph nodes below his jaw, and you conclude that he's probably feeling just fine. "not a chance."
a week later, he hurts his shoulder while weight lifting in the prison gym.
"you should really be more careful," you chide, rather confident his small winces aren't for show.
"if it means i get to see your pretty face, why should i?"
it's unbelievably inappropriate the way heat rises to your cheeks, but you can't help it.
so for the next two months, you just ignore it.
you ignore the easy conversation that seems to flow between the two of you. you ignore when his hand brushes against your thigh as you press your stethoscope to his chest. you ignore the fact you look forward to his visits.
but late one night, he's brought to infirmary after a fight with his cellmate. his eye is black, his lip is split, and his knuckles are bloody.
and you think fate must have it out for you, because you can't ignore it anymore. not when he's pushing you against the wall, a medical tray clattering to the floor in his haste. not when his lips devour yours hungrily, his grip on your hips brutal and unforgiving. not when he's sighing your name against your mouth, his soft tone a stark contrast to his actions.
finally you gather yourself enough to pull away, to ask him what the hell he's doing.
it doesn't matter though, because it's too late. you've had a taste of him, and you are so unimaginably screwed.
#this is my wee little bedtime story#ive been itching to write but there are not enough hours in the day :(#i dont love this but i needed to put this thought out into the world#m!writes#toji#toji x reader#toji imagines#jujutsu kaisen#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen imagines#jjk#jjk x reader#jjk imagines
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good morning it’s been kind of a grey quiet day on the revenge and stede is feeling a bit mopey. ed’s been watching him out of the corner of his eye all day, watching him smile a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes and drinking tea he doesn’t seem to taste.
ed’s asked about it twice, sliding an arm around stede’s waist, kissing his cheek, hey, what’s wrong, sweet?
but stede had only leaned into him for a moment before pulling away and saying nothing, nothing’s wrong. before making his excuses and floating away.
it’s not like stede. stede is big, and bold, and bright, and beautiful, and looking at him now, all hemmed in, makes ed feel panicky and unsteady. makes him want to pull the world apart at the seams, to make stede be happy so he doesn’t--so it isn’t--
ed swallows. watches stede listlessly nod while lucius tries to get him to care about something in that journal, watches as he drifts back out of the conversation before it’s even over.
it isn’t helpful, he reminds himself, to take one low mood and extrapolate an abandonment. he’s putting words in stede’s mouth and actions in stede’s hands that he knows, he knows, stede would never again say or do.
stede needs him, not his fear.
all right. all right.
ed knows what it’s like to have a low mood, and he knows what it’s like to be pigeonholed into just one thing when he’s overwhelmed with feeling like another. he definitely knows what it’s like to have a low mood he can’t explain, what it’s like to dip for no reason, or for reasons too tiny and varied to say why it’s all built up into something that just knocks him right down.
and stede is down, so ed will wait with him until he’s ready to stand back up.
he gives buttons and oluwande instructions to keep to a steady, calm course. he asks roach to do something easy and smallish for lunch. he asks lucius if there’s anything that absolutely can’t wait until tomorrow, and the two things lucius points out, he takes care of himself. he asks wee john and frenchie if they’d be so kind as to bring stede’s sofa up to the poop deck, where they can be outside but still a little secluded, and pete volunteers to distract stede down in the jam room until they finish setting everything up.
then ed leads stede up to the deck and sits him where they can look aft, out over the sea, wraps him in a banyan, and lets stede be quiet for a while.
eventually, when the sun starts to set, stede looks up from where he’s slumped into ed’s side. they’ve been quiet for hours, but stede now says, thank you.
are you all right? ed asks.
yes, stede says, and he sounds sure. yes, it’s just--one of those days, i suppose. getting too much in my head.
ed knows those days. his heart aches to see stede go through them too. better now? did you sort through what you needed to sort through?
stede nods. reaches up to press a kiss to ed’s jaw before settling back against him. all sorted.
ed doesn’t ask. stede will tell him if he wants to. if he needs to. for now, ed wraps an arm over his shoulders and holds him close, and believes in him.
roach brings dinner up eventually. finger foods, soft things that are easy to eat. rare at sea, but ed’s stopped trying to figure out how roach manages it. wee john and frenchie light the lamps. further down the deck, they can just hear lucius start to read the bedtime story.
he doesn’t get the voices right, ed mutters into stede’s hair.
and it’s worth it, it’s all worth it, when stede turns his face into ed’s neck and laughs.
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Stede Bonnet's Stories (S1)
My favorite theme (right now) in OFMD is storytelling, and how the characters' stories shape the narrative and one another. In OFMD, stories are how people connect to one another. How they figure out their place in the world around them, how they form communities, how they grow and change. Because stories are also how the characters come to understand themselves.
In the first season, Stede is the loudest and most determined storyteller of them all. He's literally paying someone to follow him around and write his story; he's built the entire ship and outfitted it to create a certain story; he's wearing mad, impractical clothes in a harsh climate to express his personality.
On the one hand, this is a dumb thing to do. The crew can't read the library he's provided for them; his clothes (and incompetence) make his first "raid" a disaster; the pirates are plotting mutiny very quickly indeed. And his attempts to "toughen up" wind up nearly burying the crew in a larger, imperial story of race and class.
On the other hand, it's an immensely brave thing to do. Stede doesn't really try to be "like Blackbeard." He doesn't disguise his accent, wear ugly clothes, or make an example of someone on the crew to show his "iron fist." He is trying to do something genuinely different. To be a gentleman and a pirate. To tell a story that hasn't been told before. And to create space for others to tell a story: when Wee John voices criticism, Stede hands over his own fabrics to the crew and encourages them to "express yourselves." Between the bedtime stories and Stede's lie about Nigel (which is revealed very quickly afterwards), the crew decide they'll try telling his "new" story with him.
At first, the weakness in Stede's story seems to be that he's telling it in the wrong place. That his fiction is too far from reality, which is going to crush his story (as so many stories have been crushed throughout history).
And that is a problem, and his misjudgments wind up with him being betrayed by pirates and almost executed by Spanish naval officers. But it's a solvable problem, with help.
From the moment they meet, Ed and Stede are at their best when they tell stories together. When they work together, they figure stuff out about themselves, they connect with one another and with the crew, and they find a way to write the third story in a world that tells them they have only two options (gentleman or pirate). They make ship into a lighthouse; they bring a kraken to life and finally beginning to understand it; Stede uses his ship's mast and Ed's trick to outwit Izzy; a treasure map yields actual 'treasure'; the ship is invaded by the English, but everyone emerges safe and alive.
But it doesn't last. Because the real weakness of Stede's storytelling isn't the context. It's that Stede doesn't believe it himself.
Stede is doing all this to try to be both a boy worthy of respect from his father, and a boy who picks flowers. He's still defining himself by the terms of the world he came from. By running away, not running towards something.
So, when Chauncey confronts him with his own "monstrousness," Stede believes him. It's all his insecurities come to life. And he believes Chauncey when he says Stede's "brought history's greatest pirate to ruin."
If all Stede will ever be is a "little rich boy," then he needs to stop trying to be something else. Because telling that story means hurting others.
Stede's wrong. Telling a story, even when you don't fully believe it, changes you and the people who listened to your story. And when Stede gives up on his storytelling, the causes and effects circle round: Stede told stories. As a result, other people told stories. And even if Stede stops telling stories, or tries to tell different stories, other people won't.
Stede lied when he confessed to Nigel's murder. Said he deserved to die for leaving his wife and family. But he doesn't die there, because Ed tells his own story about grace, and the crew takes Stede's mad stories as their own.
And because of what Stede did, Mary Bonnet was able to tell her own story, fully and on her own terms. And to believe in it completely. Ed and the crew were able to tell their stories, too--which comes near to an actual transformation.
In the end, it doesn't matter that Stede didn't believe his story. He changed anyway. He created space for other people to change, to tell stories that unraveled his own lies, that saved him from himself. And he awkwardly, finally, figured out what story he wanted to tell. His own truest story.
And to escape the truth he's accidentally been trapped in, Stede tells a story that inverts what he did before. At the beginning of the season, Stede was telling a story that no one believed. That only he even really tried to believe. But in the finale, he stages an elaborate fuckery to tell a story that everyone believes--except him, and the people who matter. Truth materializes from the fiction.
Stede's stories set so many people free. And in the end, when he's brave enough to lie his way to the truth, Stede's stories set him free, too.
#ofmd#our flag means death#ofmd s2#ofmd s2 spoilers#ofmd spoilers#ofmd meta#stede bonnet#blackbonnet#legit i could go on about this for agggges#just about every ep has a storytelling moment or 4#there's all these nuanced ways the stories affect the plot and each other its so complicated and i love it
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Ron Stoppable Lipsky concept - A Sitch in Time AU
Ok hear me out:
This is my take on a slightly darker themed story. All of this would play out during the 'a sitch in time' special. The villains go to Middleton in the past to disarm their teenage foe by preventing her from ever becoming friends with Ron and in turn training him to become an agent of chaos with only one mission: eliminate Kim Possible.
The team would kidnap Ron, erase all of his memories and start training almost immediately.
Duff Killigan is the first one to drop out upon hearing this plan. He thinks this goes a bit too far: sure getting rid of Kim is nice and all, but kidnapping a wee lad from his parents and brainwashing him? That doesn't sit right with Killigan. Yes, he's world's deadliest golfer, but this has NOTHING to do with golfing.
Monkey Fist is on the other side of the coin: he wants to ensure that Ron will never get his hands on ancient monkey power. He wants to kill the child. That way he'll never become friends with Kim nor obtain monkey powers. Drakken, Shego and Duff object heavily to it and battle ensues. Monkey Fist is outnumbered, Drakken opens a portal to a remote past and Shego kicks Fiske in. Duff takes his chances to save Ron by trying to push Shego in but Drakken notices it, makes Duff trip and follow after Monkey Fist. Now only Dr. Drakken and Shego are left and they go on with the plan.
Ron gets kidnapped, brainwashed, tutored and trained in private by the two of them.
Things have changed quite a bit for both Drakken and Shego. The plan is still top priority but they do find a bit of joy in raising the kid. Drakken and Ron are almost inseparable at this point. At first Drakken was annoyed by the constant questioning of the child, but once Ron showed enthusiasm for Snowman Hank and helping his 'dad' out in the lab, Drakken warmed up, a lot.
Shego had a more calculated approach at the start. Since she has a degree in children's development, she knows how and where to manipulate little Ron. Other than that she started training him young and got a lot of fun out of teaching the boy different fighting techniques and him chopping a wooden plank in half and injuring a henchman at the same time!? Amazing!! As a bonus: the hugging, the "I love you mama"s at bedtime and the surprisingly sweet bouquets of hydrangeas she received for mother's day were very sweet.
The three became an unexpected family.
Ron is a whole different person now. Calculated, sharp and very skilful in fighting. But he also has a softer side to him that comes out when he and Drakken start talking about nerd stuff.
One day, Shego stole a very valuable microchip, one of the last pieces they needed for world domination and like clockwork; Kim Possible appeared at the lair to save the day. However it wasn't the evil megalomaniac and his sidekick she had to fight but, a teenage boy? Wait, she recognised his face!
They fought and for most of it, Kim dodged and analysed her opponent. Ron growing frustrated started to fight more recklessly, giving Kim opportunities to strike. She managed to get back the microchip and got away but not before reassuring Ron that she'll 'help' him.
Shego partially felt like she had failed the training and that this 'mother charade' was to blame for it. The boy was still weak and his weakness affected her over time.
Drakken let it slide. He saw this as a victory because comparing Ron to how he used to be, this was a very close to being the ultimate weapon against the teen hero. The boy needed just a bit more drive and Drakken knew that revenge would be just that.
Drakken sent out Ron to retrieve the once stolen microchip to redeem his previous failure and as extra task: kill the teenage hero.
Ron manages to find Kim alone in her house and they start battling it out. Kim tells him that she has suspicions that he's not who he thinks he is nor are Drakken and Shego. She tells him about the boy that got abducted on the first day of kindergarten, the missing posters and how the entire city was on a wide search for him. Ron gets conflicted over all of this and breaks down. Kim wants to comfort him but gets punched out cold. Ron is about to give a final strike and end her but what she said, he has to know if she was speaking the truth. He finds the microchip and returns home.
Drakken is delighted when his 'son' returns and even more proud to hear that "Kim Possible has been taken care of." Drakken leaps into the air and says that this calls for a doomsday party. Ron says he feels a bit tired and retreats to his bedroom. Later on when everyone's passed out, he starts snooping around and after thorough searching. Ron finds out about the entire plan and the monkey idle. He calls for Kim through her website and she arrives. He tells her what happened and how to fix this until they get disturbed by Drakken and Shego.
The four of them battle it out with both parties hurt by this betrayal. In the end the money idle shatters and brings everything back to the status quo.
QUESTIONS I IMAGINE SOME OF YOU HAVE
"Kim and Ron lost at the start of the special because they lived far apart from one another, how would this play out here?" Easy, Drakken managed to disrupt the kimmunicator signal connected to Wade before, who says he can't do it again? Señior Senior Senior also managed to find Wade's home address so it won't be hard to find him and destroy all his tech. That way, Kim won't know where the villains are.
"But wouldn't present Kim stop them by going back in time?" No, she can't. There is no supreme one in this story, so Rufus 3000 (Kim's key to time travel) has likely a happy life OR doesn't exist. Besides the villains won't interfere with her memories from that day. They make sure not to get spotted by little Kim at all. Soon enough the timeline changes and Kim won't remember meeting Ron at all.
"But will Kim still be a hero? Ron convinced her to take on her first mission after all!" I'd say yes! Kim was always destined to be a hero. She might get more cries for help from people in need. I mean, when in crisis people might make mistakes writing to team Impossible. Kim wouldn't be able to ignore these requests because people are in danger and she feels the need to help.
"Won't Dr. Drakken and Shego be very old by the time Ron caught up in age?" Sitch in time's final act was a 20 years future gap and going from past to present is around 7 years + if they really care about appearances, they can still use the juvinator that Drakken has.
"Where are past Drakken and Shego? Won't they ruin the plan?" Like in sitch in time they would've probably convinced their past selves to go along with the plan. So let's say this is the timeline present day and past Drakgo:
- Drakgo goes to past, explains the plan to their past selves including the importance of the monkey idle and where to find it and secure it before past monkey fist gets his hands on it.
- Co-exist and follow the plans. They got double the ammunition for world take over and present day Drakken points out flaws in past Drakken's designs and plans.
- Once they caught up to present day, team past goes back in time to repeat the cycle (this time without Monkey Fist and Duff).
Hope you like this little concept!!
Special thanks to @creatorping for discussing the design with me!
#kim possible#kimpossible#kim possible sitch in time#dr drakken#drakken#shego#drdrakken#drakgo#dr. drakken#drakken x shego#shegoxdrakken#evil ron stoppable#ronstoppable#ron stoppable#duff killigan#duffkilligan#monkeyfist#monkey fist#lord monty fiske
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On Poldark tv series, the writer really diminished Ross' relationship with his kids. In the books he is an attentive loving father, but in the show he cared for GC but was almost indifferent to his children. Why? Why couldn't they have had some nice scenes of them talking or interacting on the farm or with the animals, at bedtime etc. They had time for GC and Val scenes. Seemed Dem was bringing them up herself. Didn't like how they portrayed him as a father. Your thoughts.
Thanks @anonymous for the ask!
On the one hand, I’ve heard it is really hard to work with little kids (and animals) on sets, so I suppose giving the Poldark kiddies lines and significant action in scenes would be a stretch. I also heard the little fellow who played Jeremy in S2 was…well, he was a toddler, and probably acted like one, so he was a bit tricky to work with. And I also heard that Jeremy in S3 was a real sweetheart to work with, but had a really strong Welsh accent so they didn’t give him lines? (If any of this is not true please correct me. I can't refer to my sources because this was hearsay from like 5 years ago). So I understand those filming restraints. Also, the scenes we did have with Ross and his babies were super cute (I’m thinking of S3 and 4). But there were just so few! Ross holds Jeremy like twice in all of S2 so in S3 when he makes eye contact with Jeremy or holds his hand, we feel it is such a great development.
And yet there was much more screen time for Ross and wee Val (and earlier for GC) and it's the contrast that gets my goat. So to answer your question of why, my guess is the showrunners who really liked the Ross/Elizabeth story (and its aftermath) chose drama over domestic fluff, but that fluff is what we fans might prefer.
Winston Graham wrote loads of little bits about the kids (also about the pets) that lent so much color to the story. These scenes gave the kids character, showed what kinds of parents Ross and Demelza were, and demonstrated that WG understood what it means to be a parent--kids don’t just fade conveniently to the background just because the adults are having big feelings. In the stocking (garters) scene in Warleggan, Jeremy is there, in the room, running around in a new hat while R & D are having their intimate moment! WG’s kids were flesh and blood, not window dressing. They get silly and tired and eat too many treats at Christmas parties. I love that on occasion, the kids start crying because Demelza is crying and that upsets them (Jeremy in Warleggan and Clowance in the Four Swans).
But back to the series…my personal favorite Jeremy and Clowance (actors) were from the second half of S4. They both had such charming tangles of curly hair and exuded so much joy in their surroundings. So if it appeared that Demelza was raising them herself, she at least seemed to be doing a good job.
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✩THE BEDTIME STORY PROJECT✩
Noot Special!
Hello hello hello! Welcome to a very special edition of the Bedtime story project!!! this could be read a love letter to all my beloved noot friends (it absolutely is btw) but also as a collection of some truly incredible fics by some equally incredible people. For those of you seeing this for the first time, this is not-quite regular post wherein i rec shorter, usually fluffy, fics in the hopes that you too find something to make your bedtime that little bit sweeter!
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Oknutzy
✩Suburbia by @fruitcoops (T: rated by me)
Starting off so so so strong with Eve's wonderful writing. This fic feels like a big hug and I love it to bits oh gosh <333 Anyone that knows sweater weather knows Eve is an absolute GOD in this fandom and the fact that I get to interact with her on the daily and call her my friend still feels a wee bit like a fever dream. she's out here writing utter magic like countermoves and Land of light both of which have me climbing the walls and chewing at the floorboards cause holy SHIT (whoops, back to the fic) I'm not going to lie, it was so hard to pic just a few fics to rec, but I went with the one I'd read this week for the wee oneshot because oh GOSH it is so somft and lovely and adorable, i love it.
✩Frosted windowpanes by @heyitssmiller (G | 13.8K)
Piercing, bitter cold greeted Logan as he stepped outside for the first time that day. The kind of cold that made the entire body tense up and the breath hitch. It was a quiet early morning, with a stillness that only freshly-fallen snow could bring. Logan took a second to pull his toque further down over his head as he grabbed the chainsaw by the door before heading out to the truck, passing the sign with red, clean lettering that read Tremblay’s Christmas Trees.
Now anyone that's been on this blog for a while knows just how much I ADORE mills and her writing (hello my lovely E-fiancee!!) And this FIC oh GOSH!!!! Frosted wondowpanes recently had its two year anniversary (!!!) which is when it was published on Ao3. I won't lie, this au still lives in my head RENT FREE along with clandestine and also Rendezvous with destiny (both of which I am definitely NOT reccing in this list no sir, not AT ALL nuh uh please dont have the links to them (they're on the names) and also whatever you do DONT go and yell in milo's comments about how MAGNIFICENT her writing is, no sir, definitely not suggesting that) Because of just how adorable it is, so much blushy flirting and idiots in love, 100/10
✩Leo's plant corner by @we-are-swearwolves (G)
Finn/Leo/Logan: plants and domesticity and social media mishaps
Oh lord, oh jesus. Anyone that's ever interacted with me for any amount of time on the SW discord know I am absolutely FERAL for Em's writing. This is one of her shorter fics but you should absolutely definitely decidedly NOT go read her other works which I am NOT rec-ing because they definitely did NOT make me cry sob eat my heart out and feel shrimp emotions like Québécois and also "Smile, Soleil." nuh uh, not at ALL ;)
✩I've got my love to keep me warm by @arrowofcarnations (M | 1.7K)
Okay so, most people know Kim as the incredible author behind the fandom classic Inked but oh my GOSH the way kim writes makes me so EMOSH it is unreal, her characters are so fleshed out and tangible and so so gorgeous and also i get to watch her to her magic word thing on the discord??? like hello??? little old me witness to this absolute SORCERY??? genuinely insane, i adore it so much. Alsooooo cute little fun fact: Kim and Em worked together to write the masterpiece that absolutely BROKE me Like Real People Do just flipping INCREDIBLE. absolutely showstopping. I love Kim and her writing so so much.
✩Regency AU by @peggyrose19 (E: rated by me)
oh my god oh my god oh my GOD. Audrey's writing is so fucking *chef's kiss* and watching this magic story come to life in the SW discord was an absolute DELIGHT. utterly filthy, completely delightful and wonderful in every single way. Of course, Auds is also our local St.Tweedle whisperer with fics like this one and also hold me closer. oh my GOD audrey's brain is so so big, i honestly have no idea how she comes up with all these incredible aus and fic ideas, such a cool human i love her <3
Coops/ wolfstar
✩Christmas is home by ithilielthechosenone (T | 1.5K)
Remus gives him a mock shove with a shake of his head. “You are hopeless.”
No, Sirius thinks. I was. I thought I had to be. I wrestled it down until I myself could no longer see it. You took my hand and gave it back to me. You all did. My hope lives within each and every smile of yours.
- Sirius and Remus enjoy the snow
Oh good gosh, oh jesus, oh boy, it's Ami's writing, my KRYPTONITE. The way Ami writes is like music. there's no other way I can think of to describe it. It flows so beautifully and the way her writing reads like lyrical prose and poetic storytelling has me weak in the knees EVERY single time. This fic was part of the SW discord winter fic exchange and it had me looking at my phone like 🥺🥰the whole time. Ami's writing is just INCREDIBLE and she blows me away with the way she words everytime she blesses us with her writing :)
✩First Burn by @fruitcoops
Okay folks, we've already established how much I ADORE Eve's writing but also oh my GOD I just had to bring up this au, which left me completely shooketh right from the moment the idea came up in the discord to the finished product of Eve's wonderful fic. I LOVE it so so much and I still reread it on a semi regular basis (but shhhh) bottom line, everyone needs to read this.
✩Washcloths and Wishes (A Sweater Weather Fanfic) by @veryspacecowboy (E | 1K)
oh goodness M's writing (and M themself) Is so flipping wonderful and this was one of her first fic's I've ever read (I think it might've actually been their first published fic I read) the way she writes is so flipping incredible and the way they weave all the character's stories together is so magical to witness, and to watch them do this wizardry on the discord (parkouring through allll the threads, so many of which are her brainchild because M is big brain and they are so so cool) has me making heart eyes at my phone/laptop. This fic is somft and also hot (which they are a MASTER at, the duality of M(tm)) and every SW fan HAS to read it, I promise you'll love it.
✩Sirius gets Re to communicate by the wonderful @tetedump/@arewelonely
LAUREL WRITING LAUREL WRITING OH MY LORDY. Laurel is such an incredible human oh my gosh my HEART!!! we haven't spoken very much but she's such a bright, kind, and comforting presence on the discord and I always have a little !!! moment when I see her in my notifications :')) This fic oh my GOSH this fic is EXACTLY what it says on the bottle, Sirius gets Re to communicate because he's a sexi sexi gentleman (Laurel's world not mine) She's such a lovely, caring human and honestly, you can really see that come through in her writing and it makes me so so 🥺🥹 I adore every single inch of it <3
✩Neon moon podfic, written by @fruitcoops and read by @itsaash
So we all know that Ash is our resident podcast GOD, who's read and orchestrated the wonderful Sweater weather podfic along with a bunch of other noots (which everyone collectively lost their minds over) and also the podfic of the system which was originally written by @heyitssmiller (ahahahah triple noot whammy hehehe) but oh my GOSH Ash is so so cool, and such a delightful person to talk to and interact with, I adore her to bits, she's always so nice and kind whenever you interact with her and she's so wonderful about raising peeps up with her podfics, it makes me very very 🥺🥰
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Thank you so so much to the lovely noots for putting all their wonderful works out there into the world and letting me rec their works in this silly little list :) I love you all so so so much, and AHHHH thank you so much! Thank you, lovely reader for going through my first ever reclist! feel free to come yell about these lovely works with/at me, and you can send in your recs on the comments of this post, or my inbox!
Happy reading!
#the bedtime story project#noot special!#wolfstar#oknutzy#coops#lumosinlove ocs#sweater weather lumosinlove#coast to coast lumosinlove#AHHHHHHHH I LOVE THE NOOTS SO MUCH YALL THIS IS UNREAL#fries recs fics
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the reason I struggle to enjoy reading books nowadays is cause instead of fairy tales, or whatever. My bedtime stories were Terry pratchett books.
I vividly remember curling up to my dad as he opened up his copy of “Wee Free Men” and I remember the voices he would do for each character.
And now my standards for books are fucked cause I’ve yet to find something that can outdo Sir Pratchett’s masterfully crafted books. No offense to any writers who may see this, but-
listen Sir Terry Pratchett wrote books that just perfectly scratched the little urge for fantasy and lore and story that I need.
If you haven’t read Sir Terry Pratchett’s books.. go read them.
#terry pratchett#this post is filled with nothing but love for books#But reading books is so hard now
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hello! do you have any estinaud as parents headcanons? (-:
Hello! I'm sure I can come up with some!
So firstly I don't think either of them would choose to be parents, persay.
But also I doubt they'd run away if the task were to fall upon them.
So it's likely that find a child that needs them.
Actually now I like the idea of Alphinaud returning from Garlemald with a tiny wee one tucked into his coat because no one had wanted to claim this baby so Alphinaud had planned on bringing them back to Eorzea to find them a home since they're not Garlean (my brain is presenting a tiny Viera but really any child)
Estinien: Uh, what is that?
Alphinaud:... Okay so listen!
The original plan is definitely to adopt the baby out to people who actually want a child, who have lives that can support having a child, etc etc
Except it takes a while and by the time people are starting to come forward, the two of them are attached and uh, too bad I guess, their kid now.
Alphinaud is the primary caregiver. He's easily panicked and read every damn book on child rearing AND THEN begged for tips from both his mother and F'lihaminn, so he gains some amount of confidence with the necessary tasks to care for a baby.
Estinien on the other hand, for the longest time won't hold the baby. He's absolutely terrified of hurting them. Terrified he'll drop them or they'll cry and he won't know what to do. He barely remembers his own parents anymore, he was raised by the army, by the former Azure Dragoon, and is self aware enough to know that while it served him well enough, it wasn't the best upbringing.
But he brings Alphinaud everything that's needed and is quite happy to interact with the baby as long as they're in a basket or someone else's arms.
Once the baby gets a little bigger, a little less breakable, Estinien gets more involved.
This kid grows up so loved and protected. They also get taught young about how violence can be used to protect but it can also be used to harm and crossing that line can be easily done so you need to pay attention to situations before you choose violence.
Estinien, surprisingly, is amazing at bedtime stories. He has the best stories and tells them well
Alphinaud frets over every hiccup, scraped knee and fever
The kid is given the Leveilleur name, because Alphinaud knows how well it opens doors in life.
Estinien is BANNED from taking them to Radz at Han until the kid is in double digits. So he brings Varshahn to Sharlayan again to meet his kid.
Speaking of, once he's over the fear of hurting the baby, Estinien 100% turns into one of those "Have you seen my kid??? I have 20 pictures of them in my wallet, take a look!" Type of dads.
They choose to raise the child in Sharlayan because of its removal from danger.
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I Don't Like the Duck Song
For the Thundertober prompt Story, something that has been bouncing around with the plot bunnies in my mind for a while.
Wee Tracys.
Pure fluff and probably a bit silly, but here goes.
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Lucille felt herself mirroring the beaming smile of her three-year-old as they sat on the living room carpet singing a well-loved counting song. Her little Gordy loved making the quacking sounds of the mother duck in every verse as they sang.
Halfway through the countdown of little ducks she noticed her eight-year old watching them from the doorway, his forehead crinkling in a frown that spoke of concern or concentration. When Virgil caught her looking at him his expression relaxed, but he shook his head when she beckoned him over, and then he turned and walked away. This puzzled her. It was unusual for Virgil to refuse any singalong with her, especially if it involved little brothers. And she was well aware he knew this song. She’d sung it with all her boys. Virgil had even helped teach it to John.
Her attention returned to finishing the song with her littlest, then singing it again at his request, and she all but forgot about the strange reaction of her musically inclined child.
Until he started asking somewhat strange questions.
“You would look for us, wouldn’t you Mom?” he asked her out of the blue as he helped with the washing up after lunch.
“What do you mean, V-bug?”
“If me or Scotty, or Johnny or Gordon got lost you would look for us, right?”
“Of course I would.”
His dark little head nodded a few times, as if to reconfirm the affirmation she’d given, then turned his head to focus wide brown eyes, full of so much calculating concern, on her.
“Coz if we were lost you’d be really sad, and worried until you found us, right?”
“Yes, I would.” She knelt down so she was on his level, watching his ever so expressive face for more information. But before she could ask what this was all about he wrapped his arms around her neck and gave her a tight hug.
“I promise to never let any of my brothers get lost or left behind,” he whispered into her hair. “Ever.”
Not knowing quite how to respond, she let Virgil end the hug, smile at her and run off in the direction of his bedroom. She shook her head, a little bewildered, and finished the last few plates and cups. She didn’t connect the dots until a few hours later.
She walked into Gordon’s bedroom to find Virgil teaching him the counting song about speckled frogs jumping into a pool. The giggles of glee from her blond-haired boy as he exclaimed “Yum, yum!” every time the little frogs ate their most delicious bugs filled her heart with such warmth. She grinned, and joined in the song.
After reading Gordon his bedtime story and tucking him in with a goodnight kiss, a quick check on Scott who was in his room reading, and making sure John was taking his bath, Lucille was finally able to have another talk with Virgil.
“So, frogs are better for counting than ducks?” she asked as she took a seat on Virgil’s bed.
He pushed his chair back from his desk so he was turned more towards her, looking a little bashful.
“I don’t like the duck song.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Oh? You used to like singing it when you were Gordon’s age, and when we sang it with Johnny when he was learning to count.”
“I know,” he sighed. “But now I keep thinking about that family of ducks and how the ducklings keep going missing one by one, and how sad the mother duck would be and . . .” he trailed off with another soft sigh and a shrug.
“They all come home in the end, V-bug.”
“Yes, but it’s just . . .” Lucille watched thoughts and emotions play out across Virgil’s face and shoulders as he struggled to find the words. Then he picked up a few sheets of paper, came and sat beside her on the bed and thrust the pages at her. “Here.”
“What’s this?” she asked him, putting an arm around him to let him snuggle into her side before looking down at the little booklet she’d been given.
He remained silent for a moment while her gaze took in the artwork on the top page. The most adorable little family of ducks Lucille had ever seen had been rendered mid-march across a field of green grass and coloured wildflowers, with a background of rolling hills and blue sky.
“I wrote them a story,” her little artist explained. “Because I couldn’t stop thinking that if me and my brothers went for a walk and one of us didn’t come back, something must be very wrong and everyone would be so worried.”
Lucille looked down at Virgil, somewhat proud of his kind-heartedness, then back to the paper in her hands. When she turned the page she was not surprised to find more pictures than words. Virgil pointed out details that helped tell the full story as she continued to flick through the book. He’d thought about this a great deal. There was a reason given for each little duck’s inability to come home to mother.
“See, when they get home the first time and one of them isn’t there it’s because one of the little ducks wandered off to play in a pond he sees on the way home – like Gordon does sometimes when he sees a big puddle when we’re out walking. The rest of them thought he was right behind them, but they get home and he’s not there and they all panic and want to go back and find him, but it’s getting too dark. That’s why the Mom called them home with her loud quacks.”
Page by page he described to her how the distraught duck family proceed. First the mother duck calling for her missing baby to come home until it gets so late they all need to get some sleep. Then the following morning the remaining ducklings sneak out to find their missing sibling, leaving their Mom a note to say they won’t leave their brother out there alone and lost, but they promise to listen for her call to come home.
The second duckling doesn’t return when she calls because he wants to keep searching, but sends the other three home to make sure their mother knows he’s okay – just like Scott would do. Lucille smiled to herself at that thought.
On the third day the three remaining ducklings agree on a meeting point at a big oak tree, then split up to look for their brothers. One of them finds the first lost duckling (the Gordon duck), but that little duck sprained his foot and can’t walk, so they don’t make it back to the meeting point in time and only two ducks make it home when their mother calls that night.
The two ducks that go out on the fourth day don’t want to split up, so they leave a note at the oak tree. While they go out searching, the Scotty duckling finds the oak tree and waits for the others. The rest of the four ducklings find each other, but it’s getting late again, so they send one little duck home to mother, while the other two help the injured duckling to the meeting tree, hoping they can all go home from there tomorrow. They are really happy to find the Scotty duck waiting for them when they get there, just as the sun sets.
Lucille could see a great deal of artistic care had been taken with the rendering of the sunset in the illustration that accompanied the reunion of the four ducklings.
“I cheated a bit with the fifth day,” Virgil apologised. “The last little duckling goes back to the meeting tree and finds all his brothers waiting for him so they can all go home to their mother together. So the mother duck doesn’t have to be alone worrying about all her babies even for one night.”
Flipping over the last page to find THE END written in large block letters, she gave her little boy a squeeze and a kiss to the top of his head.
“It’s a lovely story, beautifully illustrated and very well told.”
“You like it?” Earnest eyes of liquid caramel stared up at her.
“I love it,” she told him, placing an additional kiss on his forehead. “Now, bedtime!”
As he climbed under the covers and started to settle comfortably, he took her hand.
“If it was real life, with people and not ducks, I know lots of other people would be out looking for the lost boy on the very first night, and the Mom wouldn’t let the other kids go out looking, but it’s okay for a duck story, right?”
She smiled, gave his hand a reassuring squeeze and fussed with his covers for a bit. For a moment she was a little overwhelmed at how much thought her creative and empathetic little boy had put into a scenario brought to mind by a simple pre-school counting song. Reaching down to brush his dark locks out if his eyes with gentle fingers, she gave a sincere nod.
“Perfect for ducks,” she agreed.
His beaming smile turned her heart to jelly as she wished him goodnight.
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I cant get over a reply to my take that Stede’s sweetness to Ed isnt patronizing, its meant to be besties sharing soft things with each other. The person said Stede treated Ed and his crew as an asshole colonizer specifically teaching Ed fine dining. Like brah if thats your take block me now cuz I cant even.
I can disagree w ppl on silly shit (steddyhands say) but when you weaponize a whole major set of plot points as whypipo when thats clearly not what it is, just go back to twitter. I think almost every script had at least one poc contributing to it. They never seem to know that. (And yes holy fuck would a colonizer be common irl and irl stede bonnet was an asshole and slave owner no argument).
As for the fine dining lessons: Ed ASKED for uppercrust lessons! Ed, mr ‘skin him with the snail fork’ sat there and genuinely wanted to learn. Ppl who think about skinning w snail forks dont generally stand for patronizing shit.
In fact Ed wanted to go to the French party cuz fine things and it was a chance to work on what Stede had taught him (and remember it wasnt one sided, Ed was teaching him shit too) and Stede didnt want to go!!! But he went! Cuz Ed wanted to! And when they insulted Ed be burned them to the ground.
As for the crew on face value id agree he was patronizing. But thats as lazy as the yummy soap take. It has been said by Rhys and others Stede saw this as a chance to play w friends he basically paid to spend time w him. They were all free to go.
And what stands out to me is several times we are shown Stede thinks of them as equals. When Lucius says only the two of them can read hes shocked by that. Never dawned on him most of them would be illiterate. Yes hes dumb (illiteracy was extremely common back then) but that says to me he never thought of these ppl are lower class than me.
He pays them, he feeds them, he added a bunch of rooms just to spoil them (u cant tell me the jam room was for his kids when the harpsichord is in his cabin). He plans little activities to keep them happy and doesnt MAKE them do anything (or punish them if they dont). He tried to talk Black Pete into sewing but never forced him. Instead of picking a fav flag he hung all of them cuz he cares about them (who else would do that cmon?!)
They only decide not to kill him cuz he can do the voices in the stories right. They love bedtime stories! Again its not forced or punished if not. Same for pickleball etc.
But the biggest one to me is what ppl grab onto just on the surface. We know racism, slavery and homophobia do all exist in this universe and we whiff it right away in ep 1. Yes the poc staff is relegated to playing servants but we werent shown who decided that (id bet frenchie cuz he knows rich assholes and u dont want to piss off the british navy).
Stede only went for that ship to make his crew like him, and only brought Badminton and co onboard to save everyone from the british navy. He immediately takes everyone into his room and dishes out outfits and fake names/backstories. This includes everyone poc and white.
How the fuck do u reckon that man had an outfit that fit not only Oluwande but Wee John?! Perfectly might i add. Its never shown what happens after only Olu still being in costume after they send the lone survivor back. Im making a leap ill agree but me thinks he had that shit custom made for his crew esp cuz a few of them had complimentary pieces. And there is no good reason that man would have something for someone as tall and large as Wee John.
The Brits dont start being shitty tip after Stede and the captain leave. At which point Jim, Black Pete and several others attack. They have no time for that shit and Stede never argues about it later. In fact he had a plan to send the beheaded bodies and lone survivor back.
And then theres the fact later Stede has a matching set of tailored suits for him, Lucius and his fuckin prisoner!!! I mean it was his idea to do that, and he had the clothes. When he meets Ed properly he doesnt even hesitate to show him his pretty clothes or share them. They stay in each others clothes all night.
In fact i looked this up and ur average wealthy man had 4 sets of clothes in this time period. Stede is obviously obsessed w clothing. Your average person was lucky to have two sets if even. Those outfits had to cost an insane amount of money even for a wealthy man.
If u were truly a classist, colonist asshole u wouldnt be doling out thousand dollar outfits like candy.
I could go on but i think what makes fake Stede endearing as a character is he is genuinely happy to make friends. And he never seems to view them lesser whether it be race or class. I just cant agree.
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Any Wee John hcs?
Yesss ;u; Wee-John is honestly my second fave character in the show! (Mr. Button being #1 xD)
- His dolly goes everywhere with him!
- When he's a bit bigger, he'll actually sew some dresses for his dolly so that she always has the perfect outfit for the occasion!
- He's definitely a middle (some where 5-10)
- Besties with Frenchie and when they have their own room, they totally made a fort and stuff they never got to do before!
- Totally a little pyromaniac, aka; absolutely loves it when Stede lets him put wood in the fireplace! And if you let him, he would put whole logs in so, please watch him xD
- Gets emotional over the bedtime stories, he gets so attached to the characters! So much so that Stede or Frenchie have to reassures him that the characters get to live happy lives after the story is done!♡
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Cute or romantic Rue Royale moments that Louis left out of his interview?
Ideas for this take up approximately 40% of my brain at any given time so yes absolutely
Kind of like that trope of an arguing couple under the same umbrella, Louis and Lestat would always help each other out of their coats when they got home even if they had gotten into a fight while they were out. They had no problem going at it in the foyer while they took each other's jackets. (This always applies while getting ready to go out. Yelling matches can continue uninterrupted while Louis wrangles Lestat's mane into a ribbon and Lestat wrestles Louis into submission to brush his hair)
When Claudia was young, she would see society balls on their outings into the French Quarter and she wanted to learn to dance. Louis tried to teach her while Lestat played the piano for them, but she was so small it was hard to explain it or guide her. After a bit of trying, Lestat got up and sent Claudia over to the piano to play them a waltz so he could demonstrate with Louis and then switch back off. This became a routine for them until she had learned every dance either of them knew, a little ritual that allowed them to dance together, to be close. After all, it was...for Claudia. (Louis never mentioned how Lestat's hand was shaky on his back and Lestat didn't comment on how quickly Louis' heart was beating)
At times when things were well between them, Louis and Lestat had a weekly tradition. Lestat always had his finger on the pulse of the NOLA social scene and each Saturday Louis would accompany him to whichever evening entertainment he selected. The special part was afterward though. Well into the wee hours of the morning when all the mortals had gone home and closed the shutters, they would walk arm in arm through the French Quarter talking, sometimes for hours. Louis would update Lestat on their business endeavors, share his petty complaints about the bookkeeping and discuss the financial and political news from the city and abroad. Lestat would tell him all the gossip of high society, things he'd heard in mortal minds or had whispered in his ear during a waltz. It was all frivolous conversation, hardly necessary to confer in such a structured capacity, but they did it anyway. (It was literally just date night but they sure weren't going to admit that.)
On certain evenings when Lestat chose to feed, he would take Claudia and Louis along with him. Obviously, Louis didn't partake (no amount of pleading convinced him to break his habit of solitary hunting) but Lestat and Claudia were a perfect pair, laughing and making an event of it while Louis watched them. Nature of the activity aside, it was one of his favorite family memories, a father and daughter playing and sharing in the fun and excitement of the game. Louis couldn't begrudge them that when he saw how Claudia was smiling and how Lestat's eyes sparkled
That wasn't the only beloved family activity though, and most of the time when Claudia requested a bedtime story, Lestat would sit in, sometimes listening quietly, other times interjecting with jokes and commentary that made Claudia giggle and Louis fight back a smile while he pretended to by annoyed at the interruption. When Claudia was older and didn't want childish things like that anymore, sometimes Lestat would slip into the sitting room where Louis was reading before bed. When that happened, Louis would begin reading out loud. Neither of them really talked about it and it was never planned or discussed, but it was one of the only shared activities they continued into their worse times. A way to exist in each other's presence without a fight. For that reason alone, it was something Louis couldn't bring himself to voice. It felt wrong to acknowledge what had never been spoken aloud. It was too special.
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Oh to live on a pirate ship, with my 30 or so friends. Making our little flags, dressing up in fancy outfits, having ourselves wee little treasure hunts, working on our massive aggression and reading eachother bedtime stories.
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Marichat: Dreamy (One-Shot)
Summary: Marinette sees Chat Noir playing with some children in a park and realizes she lost her heart to him long ago.
Read it on AO3: Marichat: Dreamy
Marinette was getting nowhere on the tie design she was doing for a contest.
Seeing that banging her head against her desk didn’t seem to be helping, she decided to get some fresh air and do a few laps around the park next to her house.
She was just passing by the playground area in the southeast corner when she spotted a blur of black racing around. She stopped and narrowed her eyes.
It was Chat Noir dashing about the playground with five or six children giving chase, all of them squealing in delight as Chat slowed down enough for them to swipe at his tail. Just when they’d almost caught him, he darted away, wearing his own effulgent grin.
Marinette found herself smiling as she came over to the fence and took hold of the bars.
Her partner looked good in a way she had never noticed before.
Suddenly, he stopped and spun around, letting the children pounce upon him. Chat and the children all laughed as he caught them and let them knock him to the ground in a controlled fall so that no one got hurt.
He was good with children, she realized.
She had known that. Of course she had known that. They’d been partners for going on four years at that point, and she had seen him talk to and care for children who had been caught up in akuma fights. She had known he was good with children…but she hadn’t really thought about it before.
Her heart melted a little as Chat stood up, scooping one of the little girls into his arms and spinning around with her as she shouted in joy.
He was going to make a good father.
She wanted to see that.
She wanted to see him rocking a baby back to sleep in the wee hours of the morning. She wanted to see him standing over a crib, grinning as his daughter wrapped her hand around his finger. Marinette wanted to see Chat Noir reading bedtime stories and making dinner with a baby on his hip. She wanted to see him building pillow forts and nursing sick children.
…When had that happened? When had these feelings taken root in her heart?
Chat Noir set the little girl down and happened to glance in Marinette’s direction.
Their eyes met, and his grin spread even wider.
She felt a sharp zing straight through her chest, and her face heated up as he raised an arm and waved enthusiastically at her, obviously thrilled to see her.
A shy, self-conscious smile bubbled up onto her lips as she sent a finger wave back to him.
He quickly turned back to his small playmates and bid them a fond farewell, promising to come back to play with them again soon. Then, he trotted over to her.
“Hey. Marinette.” He came to a stop before her, one of his hands taking hold of the bar of the fence just to the right of her hand. “What are you up to?”
“I’m having a bit of a creative block,” she confessed. “I was hoping a walk and some fresh air would help me work through it.”
He nodded encouragingly. “You’ll figure it out. You’re full of brilliant ideas.”
A burst of laughter caught her by surprise. “I don’t know about that, but thank you. I’m glad one of us has confidence in me.”
“Oh, absolutely,” he chuckled. “There are only three people I know who are able to get out of any situation using only chewing gum and a ball of twine, and you’re one of them. I have faith you can solve any problem that comes your way.”
She cocked her head to the side. “Who are the other two people?”
“Ladybug and MacGyver.”
She frowned. “MacGyver?”
He waved away her confusion. “He’s from an old TV show my mom used to watch. Don’t worry about it.”
Marinette nodded, her lips forming a small “O” of understanding.
“Want to go get some ice cream?” he asked, bouncing in place in his excitement.
A wide grin took over her lips as a soft warmth built in her chest. “I would love to get ice cream with you so long as it’s not André’s.”
He quirked an eyebrow. “Did you and André have another fight?”
Marinette groaned. “You’re never going to let me live down the time I got the ice cream man akumatized, are you?”
“Nope,” he snickered, letting the “P” go with a pop.
She rolled her eyes. “If you must know, the problem is that André thinks I’m destined to end up with someone else, and he takes his matchmaking predictions extremely seriously. I don’t want to upset him by showing up with you.”
Chat’s laughter abruptly came to an end, and his expression darkened slightly. “Who does André think your match is?”
Marinette shrugged. “Adrien Agreste.”
Chat almost fell over. His surprise was written all over his face.
Marinette laughed. “I know, right? Can you imagine Adrien Agreste ever noticing me?”
“Uh, yes,” Chat retorted, almost offended on Marinette’s behalf. “I can definitely imagine a world where Adrien Agreste has the crush of the century on you.”
Marinette snorted dismissively, a lighthearted smile still on her lips. “He’s way out of my league.”
“Okay. No,” Chat huffed. “I’m coming over there to fight you because no one talks about Marinette Dupain-Cheng like that, not even Marinette Dupain-Cheng.”
With a single bound, he hopped up and over the fence.
Marinette let out a yelp, knowing exactly where this was headed. “No! Don’t tickle me!”
He smirked, holding up his hands and wiggling his fingers.
“No!” she squealed, wrapping her arms around her waist and scrunching up her shoulders to defend her neck and sides from the tickle onslaught.
She squeezed her eyes closed, bracing for impact.
She was surprised when the attack never came.
Instead, soft lips tenderly brushed her cheek, and the sweetest voice whispered, “You’re amazing, Marinette. Never doubt that. You are the one out of Adrien’s league. That dork would be lucky to end up with someone as wonderful as you.”
Slowly, her eyes opened to gape at him in mesmerized awe.
“Oh,” she breathed, mind spinning. “Thank you, Chaton.”
He winked, sending her heart flying yet again.
“Anytime, Princess. So…ice cream?” He held out his hand to her.
“Yeah,” she replied, blinking herself out of her stupor and placing her palm in his. “Yeah. Let’s go get ice cream.”
He gave her hand a tug, gently leading her across the street and towards the gelateria Amorino about two blocks away.
One minute she was walking on air. The next, she missed stepping off the curb and tripped with a squawk, tumbling forward into Chat Noir’s arms.
“I’m so sorry! I…”
Abruptly, she stopped talking as she opened her eyes and realized how close her face was to his.
They stared at one another, both wide-eyed as they collectively held their breath.
Marinette’s eyes flickered subconsciously down to Chat’s mouth.
His eyes widened in surprise at first, but then a wicked smile slithered onto his lips.
Tentatively, he leaned in a little more than halfway.
He slowly looked down at her lips and then incrementally brought his gaze back up to hers, telegraphing his intentions and giving her the opportunity to stop him.
Instead of retreating, she closed her eyes, lips parting slightly as she moved closer.
He didn’t let the opportunity go to waste, pressing his mouth to hers in a gentle, lingering kiss.
Her lips nibbled at his, making his stomach flutter, and he prayed that André had gotten it right and he was worthy of such a magnificent young woman. The thought that he could actually be with someone so extraordinary made him weak in the knees.
Gradually, they pulled back to gaze, dazed, into one another’s eyes.
“Wow,” he whispered, a giddy chuckle building in his throat. “Marinette…Princess…”
“I’ve been such a fool,” she sighed, moving one of her palms from its position splayed on his chest up to cup his cheek lovingly. “This whole time I’ve been fighting my feelings for you when I should have given in.”
“The important thing is you’re realizing it now,” he purred, heart doing a backflip at this hint that she felt something like what he did. “There’s still time to make things right.”
“I wish I had realized I loved you sooner,” she pouted.
“I feel the same way.”
Fireworks went off in both of their chests.
“What do you say? Be mine forever?” He held his breath, heart beating frantically, full of equal parts hope for the future and terror of rejection.
“Yeah,” she sighed happily, a blissful smile stretching her lips to their limits. “I hope forever lasts an eternity.”
“You and me both,” he whispered, tentatively leaning in for another kiss.
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