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summylise · 5 years ago

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His Secret Santa

Hi @ceryneiian !!! I was your (horribly untimely) Secret Santa!! I am SOOO sorry that this is late and thank you so much for understanding. This is part 1 of a 2 part one-shot (two-shot? but not really?) that I wanted to get out so I wouldn’t be COMPLETELY disappointing you. Anyway, here ya go!! (and @chatnoirinette I have NOT forgotten about your present. Once I finish this fic I will immediately binge your fic I legit can’t WAIT).

Summary: Adrien hadn’t had a real Christmas in years and his friends know it. Luckily, the trio has a plan for this. But will they be able to keep the secret from him?

Rating: K+ - T (they don’t swear but I usually do this just in case)

@mlsecretsanta

It had been about five years and his father had yet to acknowledge the existence of Christmas. He understood why, of course; it had been his mother’s favorite holiday, one that she wasn’t afraid to go all out for. But that didn’t lessen the sting he felt every time the season rolled around.

Adrien Agreste stood leaning against his wall of windows staring out at the various Parisian houses littered with lights and decorations and laughter. And while a part of him longed for that sense of joy they felt, another ached at the memory of his mother standing on her tiptoes trying to hang one last ornament on their way too extravagant tree. He wished he could go outside and play in the powdery snow that blanketed the streets and his back garden but knew that the second he’d step outside; his father would scold him and degrade him for being so childish and dirtying himself.

Going to school the following day just made it all the harder for him. He’d had to hear all about how Alix’s dad was taking their family to Egypt to see how they celebrated the holiday and how Chloe’s family was going on their first vacation into the Swiss Alps. He’d been happy for them, ecstatic even; Chloe hadn’t had a proper Christmas with her mom in years and they’d finally be a family again. But the thought of her huddling around a fire with hot chocolates and warm blankets while snow quietly fell outside made his gut sink. He’d been waiting for five years for his mother to come back, to finally celebrate Christmas like they used to. And the more days that passed in her absence, the less likely it was that he’d ever get that again.

His thoughts were interrupted by a buzz in his pocket.

Nino’s eyes widened at the message. With shaking fingers, he opened up a different conversation.

“Nino? Alya? Adrien?” piped up Madame Bustier from the head of the class. “Please put your phones away until the end of class. You may want to pay attention unless you plan on failing the final tomorrow.”

The trio almost slammed their phones on the table in unison with a force that had Marinette squeaking awake.

“And Marinette makes four. Perfect!” she added with a clap of her hands and a sweet smile on her lips. She turned her attention back to the chalkboard. “Now. Back to Shakespeare…”

~~~

The second the bell rang, Adrien snatched his bag and turned to Nino. Or rather the spot where Nino was two seconds early. He tilted his head to see Alya missing as well, the ends of her hair slipping out the door leaving a stunned, and still slightly groggy, Marinette staring after her.

“What’s up with them?” he said still staring at the door.

When he didn’t hear a response, he glanced back at the girl. And instantly regretted it.

His eyes caught on the way her long lashes flashed across her sky blue eyes. Despite being rimmed with red, the deep blue shimmered in the early afternoon beams. The way those beams caught on her dark locks made them look almost like the color of midnight that poured past her shoulders. He’d noticed that in the last few years, she’d decided to lose her signature pigtails instead choosing to let her hair fall freely. When questioned, she’d pouted in a way that had his heart lurching and said that she’d preferred coming to school on time as opposed to spending time on her appearance.

Honestly, she could have fooled him. As each day passed, she’d seemed to shine just a little bit brighter and his heart was there for each and every second of that shimmer.

Except for the second she’d turned her attention onto him. Like she did now. Wait…

“I’m sorry what?” he said realizing she’d been talking to him for a little while.

Marinette sighed with a smile and repeated herself.

“It’s nothing. Just said that I didn’t know. That’s all,” she said with a shrug. He must have paused for a bit too long or had a weird look on his face because her eyes widened and she piped up again.

“Ohmygod that sounded so rude. I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it like that-”

“No! No you didn’t you’re fine,” he said shaking his hands, a deep flush rising in his cheeks. “I didn’t take it like that at all no you’re fine. I’m...sorry if I gave you that um impression-”

“Oh! No, you, uh you didn’t I just didn’t want you to- I mean sound rude or—” Marinette shoved a strand of hair behind her ear and snatched her bookbag. “Um nevermind I’ve got a study to test — I mean test to library—um I mean—”

“Yeah yeah me too,” Adrien added with a cough, grabbing his own bookbag. The room had suddenly gotten really hot. “The exam phys—I mean physics exam...thing…”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah...so um...I’ll see you tomor-” Marinette hit smacked into the corner of his desk with a wince. “I mean later? In class? For the um—”

“Exam.”

“Yeah! That guy...I better—”

“Yeah um me too.” He turned and smacked his head on the doorframe causing Marinette to let out a small snort.

“So..bye—” she let out, slipping through the doorway before she could finish.

“Y-yeah um bye...”

Adrien stared at the door for a second longer before finally breathing.

And promptly facepalmed before racing to the men’s locker room. Study to test? Really, Adrien?

Adrien smacked the back of his head against a locker and slid down to its base. Just a couple more days and you’ll be on break. A break you should be spending with your friends and not your father.

He slid his phone out of his pocket.

Adrien let out a breath, Nino’s words rolling around his head. He was right; it was basically impossible for Marinette to think badly about one of her friends, let alone think they were weird. He knew Nino was right but that still didn’t make him feel much better. Knowing him, he’d say something stupid, mess up his words, and look like an idiot in front of her. It hadn’t been hard before; he’d been normal around her for years but for some reason, lately, he’d been unable to finish the simplest of sentences instead finding her mere presence distracting.

The ringing of the class bell shook him from his thoughts.

Crap the exam!

~~~

Marinette was already shaking by the time Adrien made it to her. Normally, she’d be fine talking with him...around other people. When it came to one-on-one? She’d rather take on Papillion, Mayura, and about twenty akumatized baddies all at once than face Adrien alone.

She knew she should be used to the feeling she got around him by now seeing as it had been about five years since they first met. But there was just something about him that made her heart skip every time their eyes met. Maybe it was the way that puberty hit him like a freight train. Maybe it was the way that he’d gotten closer to her throughout the years. Or maybe, just maybe, it was the way she swore she’d noticed he’d gotten just a bit more clumsy, a bit more red-faced around her.

Now she stood at the front door of her high school, wishing she were anywhere but right in front of the man who’d had her heart.

“Hey, Mari,” he said with a casual wave of his hand. Her face broke into a smile at the nickname and waved back a greeting. “How’s it hang-going? How’s it uh going?”

Marinette slid her eyes to the floor and pushed a strand of hair behind her ear. She shrugged.

“I mean it’s uh it’s going,” she said with a nod at nothing in particular. “How’re you going? I mean how are you doing?”

Adrien rubbed the back of his neck. Deep breath, Adrien. You’re fine. “It’s, I mean it’s exam season so uh going as good-er-well as it can haha…” he trailed off.

They both stared at the patches of snow at their feet for a beat.

What did he want to say to her? Was he going to ask her out? Nah, not likely. She’d been pining after him for years, what was one more day going to make? But he’s been acting weird for the past few months and now he wants to talk to her alone? It had to be about classes or exams or something.

What was he supposed to say? How would he start it off? ‘So you doing anything over break and want to hang out’? No that sounded too much like a one-on-one date type thing. Did he want it to be a date thing? No? Yes?

Luckily, Marinette was the first to talk.

“So…” she trailed off after a moment. “How’d your exam go?”

Might as well start it off casual and try and at least pretend like she had herself together.

“I’m not great-I mean I’m g-great but the exam...wasn’t really…” he trailed off. Marinette giggled, his own nerves putting hers at ease. Adrien’s heart skipped, forcing him to take a breath and finish his thought. “Wasn’t exactly expecting those elasticity questions so we’re just going to cross our fingers and hope for the best.”

“Yep same here. I thought I’d studied enough, but I guess I should have stayed up a bit later going over particle motion.”

“True but think of it this way,” Adrien said with a point of his finger. “If you’d stayed up late, you might have slept through that review session.”

Marinette guffawed. “Yeah like those review sessions really mattered. I swear she didn’t put any of those questions on the exam. I’m pretty sure she just did that to make us think we had a chance. Looks like I’ll have to retake the class next year.”

Adrien chuckled, the sound spreading Marinette’s grin wider.

“Nah,” he said. “I think you’ll be fine. You’re a lot smarter than you think.”

Marinette’s grin dropped, instead parting into a soft O. She lifted her eyes to his and the look she gave him like she was looking for the joke, a lie, a hint of sarcasm. But he’d meant it and he hoped she could tell.

Oh god was that too forward?

“Th-thank you,” she said faintly. “Adrien.”

And the way she said his name gave him chills. Like it was the sweetest word she’d ever had on her tongue. Adrien blinked.

“Yeah, no uh no problem,” he said, heat rising in his cheeks.

Another beat of staring at snow-covered boots and gently falling snow.

Now or never Adrien.

He took a breath.

“Hey, are you—”

“So I was thinking—”

They both froze. Stared at each other. Then burst into giggles.

“You first,” he said with an edge of laughter.

“No, you.”

Adrien stopped mid-laugh, his smile dropping. Here goes…

“Were you doing anything over break? Like do you have any...um...free time? Or something?”

Marinette’s laugh died out.

Did she hear that right? Was Adrien Agreste asking her if she was free? To hang out with him? Was it like just them?

“What?” she asked.

Crap.

“Oh uh, I was just uh curious because Alya and Nino won’t be in town and my dad has me scheduled for the whole week or at least a majority of the week, and it’s break and Christmas and, I don’t know, I guess I just wanted to hang out with.” He paused, meeting her gaze before forcing out the final word. “A friend.”

There was the catch. A friend. Just as a friend. Her heart snagged. She knew she’d been looking too far into it. She shouldn’t have let herself overthink it or had Tikki convince her of what she’d thought was going on. She swallowed and forced a smile to her face.

“Y-yeah um...I-I mean I’m pretty busy the whole week too with the whole bakery and Christmas season and everything so…”

Even if he didn’t return her feelings, she still couldn’t stand that look he was trying so hard to hide.

“But, I think we’re closed on Christmas Eve? Or we close early or something? My parents are trying to wrap up early so they can relax before Christmas morning,” she said. “W-would you like to come then maybe? I don’t think my family will mind, especially if it’s y-I mean a friend.”

His eyes lit up at the suggestion and her heart couldn’t help but do painful somersaults. She bit the inside of her cheek. Just a friend, Marinette.

A friend. The word hit him like a ton of bricks. His gut had told him this was the case, but he didn’t want it to actually be real. He knew what Plagg had been saying was too good to be true.

He took a breath.

He could practically hear Plagg right now. ‘It’s better to at least enjoy the smell of sweet cheese than to not be around it at all.’

“Yeah! I’d love to. That sounds...nice,” he said through the same faked smile he’d perfected over the years.

Even if he was only considered a friend, he’d still be hanging out with someone he cared about not only over break but for the holiday as well. Despite the bittersweet taste left in his mouth, he left that day a small shade brighter. His mother had always emphasized the need to surround yourself with loved ones this time of year. If he wasn’t allowed the tree or presents, at least he’d have that.

#adrienette #mlb #ml #super heroes are a thing #i just decided to do a whole slice of life thing #secret santa #part 1/2

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summylise · 6 years ago

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I put a spell on you (and now you’re mine)

Rated: M (smut)

Words: 9.5K

Pairing: Sweet Pea x Jubilee Jones (OC)

Summary: A gathering between the North and Southsiders at Thornhill provides the perfect opportunity for Sweet Pea and Jubilee to slip away and cast a spell. And what better way to do it than sex magic?

AN: Written for @riverdale-events tricks and treats theme: Supernatural, and the @southsidearchive theme: Supernatural. Apologies for any mistakes, I accidentally closed out of the doc without saving and had to rewrite a good chunk of this, so I really didn’t feel like editing.

The ballroom is crowded. Magicians from the North and South sides of Riverdale mingling in the large hall of Thornhill. Tension is thick in the air, years of resentment hard to forget, but for the first time in over a decade there’s a tentative peace between the two sides, and that meant celebrating. It’s something she never thought she’d see, so many magicians together in one room without fighting.

Strong arms wrap around her waist from behind, and Jubilee stiffens as she’s pulled against a broad chest. Heat curls up her spine, and she relaxes as the familiar scent of cinnamon curls around her. Sweet Pea molds himself against her back and leans down to kiss her shoulder.

“Hey there, gorgeous,” he murmurs, mouth moving to her cheek as she leans against his chest. “I’ve been looking for you.” An itch creeps up his back, her anger prickling against his skin through the cupla, the bond between them pulled taut. He could feel her from all the way across the room.

She hums in response, her focus on something else, and he rubs his thumb against her hip, trying to soothe her.

Sweet Pea’s lips are hot against the side of her neck as he follows her gaze across the ballroom, searching for what has her so distracted all of a sudden. His jaw clenches when he sees she’s watching Hiram Lodge. The other magician doesn’t notice them, engrossed in a conversation with his wife and a member of the Northside council.

“What are you thinking, doll?” he murmurs against her, the heat of his breath sending a shiver down her spine.

Jubilee leans back against his chest, letting Sweet Pea’s hands slip beneath the open back of her dress to tease her sides. The corner they’re in is dark, the entire room dimly lit, and no one else in the ballroom is paying them any attention. “He tried to have Jughead killed,” she reminds him, swallowing back a throaty sound when his teeth scrape down the length of her neck.

“Want me to take care of it?” His hands slide high on her torso, grazing the underside of her breast. His hands and mouth peruse her skin as she continues to watch Hiram. Sweet Pea could handle it if she asked him too, but it would disrupt the delicate peace that the North and South sides have settled into. It would have to be something subtle, and his magic is much too physical for that.

But maybe there’s something else they can do.

Shifting, Jubilee leans further into his chest, grinding back against his crotch subtly. His hands grip her hips roughly. She tilts her head back, peering up at him through dark lashes. “I have a better idea.”

He inhales sharply, his grip tightening immediately after realizing what she means.

“What about your brother?” Sweet Pea’s eyes sweep across the crowded floor, searching for any eyes on them. They’re supposed to be watching him tonight. The Jones men have never been particularly diplomatic, and the last thing anyone needs is more fighting.

Jubilee nods to where he’s leaning against the far wall, chatting with Betty Cooper. “He’s pretty preoccupied.” She spins around in his arms, pressing her palms against his chest. Slowly, her hands slide down his abdomen, smoothing out wrinkles in his shirt that aren’t there.

He makes a throaty sound when her fingers wrap around the waist of his slacks. She tugs him closer, and Sweet Pea’s jaw clenches as she drags a teasing finger down the front of his pants, tracing the faint bulge already growing there.

“Help me?” Her lips press against his chin.

He lets her lead him from the crowded room.

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#you gotta have some smut every once in a while #ya know #nsfw

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